The world lives in a continuing state of déjà vu. Look around yourself-western colonialism, ethnic subjugation, coloured reporting, hollow statements, and protests (while they continue to be trendy). But what is almost wholly amusing is how the current world stage has turned out to be a tawdry production of the 1998 Hollywood classic: The Truman Show.
The stage is set. The main protagonist is on the stage. He believes he knows, though all is controlled – movements gauged, reactions enticed, with only enough nominal, impotent hope to prevent the very fabric of society from descending into chaos.
There is a saying that goes, “suffering is personal,” alluding to the idea that it is only joy, celebration, and victory that are communal. But tonight, as I find myself sitting here, scribbling across this paper and writing on very said, very heard stories of people treated as lesser children of Adam, I can’t help but stare into a gilded mirror of moral vanity. The commentary could go on and on, but the bottom line is that the Jewish question was a Western problem.
The fraught silence on the grisly details of human sacrifice, explained under the lurid halo of Western mind-numbing simplicity, if anything, makes any suffering wholly communal. But really, for how long would Truman have continued to be deceived, played, and used, if not for him starting to think, notice, and ask – and eventually escape? The seven decades spent by the West in rebuilding trust with the Global .