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Merry Christmas, Fascists

from Prisnarchitect by Ron Gallipoli

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Complicity. It was a revelation to wander the streets knowing that everyone over the age of 30 had lived through that time, that all of them - all - had been tortured, or had been torturers, or killers, every single person unlucky enough to have been born had seen relatives beaten to death, had toiled at gunpoint, had been on one or both sides of those murderous situations. And yet here they were, the survivors, on the street, indistinguishable to the naked eye. I learnt that in our society we are hopelessly deluded about our own virtue. Most of us will beat our neighbours to death with sticks if we can be made to feel we must. Only a few will be enthusiastic about the task, but most of us will. Of course there are people of implacable courage, but none of us can claim to be one of them until we have been in that situation. I won’t claim to be, and hope I’m never tested.
I’m not scared of our governments, they’re incompetent and largely powerless - they can’t organise a modest programme of socialised housing, so I doubt they’d be much good at mass murder. But neighbour turning on neighbour, hooded figures knocking on the door, everyone shutting up for their own good — that never feels more than a few inches away.
The upside is that I don’t judge people too harshly. There’s every chance that that absolute unbearable tosser you avoid at parties is the only person you know who would refuse to kill someone else to save themselves. The reverse, too; I’ve met people with impeccable opinions who made my skin crawl with the certainty they would gas a village to prove a point.

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The opposite of cop is not robber;
the opposite of cop is the tree that surrenders its fruit to the starlings and mould.

The opposite of Zen is umbrella.

(Keep your eyes on the road, Veronica)

Can’t you see it? The path to the garden
where our enemies are planted.

(Can’t you see it, Veronica?
Keep your eyes on the road!)

Hey comedian
The jokes had better be good, cos they’ll put us away
If anyone squeals

(Keep your eyes on the path, Veronica)

Welcome to history.

(Keep your eyes on the road.
You’ll get us all killed.)

Merry Christmas, Fascists,
merry Christmas, my neighbours and friends.
Enjoy the fire
Enjoy the fire

The opposite of peace is not slaughter—
the opposite of peace is before, it’s the part where nobody moves.
Now we sleep in the corners

(Keep your eyes on the path, Veronica.)

Do you feel their heavy mitts around you?
The finger trailing wetly down your spine—
can’t you feel it?

(Keep your eyes on the path, Reginald)

Merry Christmas, Fascists.
Merry Christmas, my neighbours and friends.
Enjoy the fire.

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from Prisnarchitect, released December 5, 2019

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