Years from now, we’ll look back, and we will be ashamed of ourselves. Ashamed of our country. Ashamed of our businesses. Ashamed that we were acting collectively like we were on a cocktail of crack, speed, anti-anxiety medications, anti-depressants, and heroin. We were junkies, addicted to oil, addicted to heedless consumerism, addicted to harvesting nonrenewable resources in the face of the destruction of everything meaningful all around us, addicted to making a few people more and more rich and most people more and more poor. We were manufacturing weapons and selling them to the highest bidder. We were devastating the topsoils of every piece of land we developed. We were polluting the very oceans, the very wombs of life from which we had originally evolved. We were cutting down forests that had existed since before we had a Constitution. We were killing each other, killing ourselves, killing our children.
Worst of it all were not these devastating and inevitable outcomes of industrial capitalism. The worst of it was that in the face of the quite obvious failure of our ideologies and economic systems, we chose to dig ourselves yet deeper into blindness and despair. We allowed greedy, unscrupulous warlords to plunge our country into despicable battles in foreign soils in the name of religion and freedom. We allowed ourselves to become implicated in this pillaging by lending it our full support. We allowed ourselves to become inured by false promises of success, progress, and happiness. We allowed ourselves to think that we had somehow conquered racism, grown beyond sexism, escaped the harness of enslavement, and achieved a free and equitable economic playing field. We pretended that the devastation of the environment, the outsourcing of our jobs, and the ever increasing rifts between us and our children were problems that could be solved through band-aids and half-assed measures and complacent gestures.
Seems like it must have just been a bad dream . . .