For those that don’t really know my personal life,i come from a artistically talented family…one of these greatest talents is my uncle…currently living in Wisconsin USA…he is a song writer and photographer also fantastic in literature…I would like to share a piece of work he has just wrote as its just superseded most of what ive read of late…
i hope you enjoy…
I am sorry to say that it is with a mournful heart that I write to you today. My mind has always been troubled with the thoughts and actions of those we employ to take care of us, but now my malaise is complicated with fear and outrage, and yet I am emasculated. A series of events has allowed my country’s leaders to imprison my people, and I take solace in the thought that I managed to escape when I did. Without the love of my wife and children I would surely be lost.
At the time of my escape, the process was already well under way. Hard work for little pay had already been supplemented by the philosophy of ‘living for the weekend’, perhaps resulting in rife, alcohol driven street violence. Our every move has been monitored with sophisticated cameras for years, and laws are being perverted almost daily. A few months before I left our right to peaceful protest in public places in our nations capital had all but been taken away from us. Yet, the news I have received from my friends and family since my departure has me in a deeper lament for the liberty and security of those I have left behind.
Whole villages of immigrants are imported, lured by false prospects and herded into purposeful dormitories, because they do not apply to our employment laws. There are plans to improve street surveillance with directional microphones and identification cards are but a few months away, the information contained in the registry to be sold to anyone with adequate financial status. Our anti-protest laws now extend to the rest of the country and it seems that anyone can now be arrested for the merest infraction of our organised crime and anti-terrorist laws. Anyone can be held for months without charge. Even our own citizens are being extradited to other countries for ‘crimes’ that they commit in their own.
A man was arrested for manufacturing poison and, although there was no evidence and he was proven innocent in court, he has been placed under house arrest indefinitely. A couple were arrested and face three months imprisonment for reading aloud the names of the war dead in front of a memorial. A woman was arrested for eating a cake, iced with the word ‘Peace’, in public. A law is now being passed to make growing your own vegetables illegal, for pity’s sake! Where will it all end?
There is no real option against our current leadership and apathy is rife, yet we are told to be grateful that we live in a democracy. In these times semantics and denial are the shields of the dictator. Even if the current leadership were to be deposed, the laws that have been passed over the last seven years have ensured our suppression.
It is hard to believe that it has come to this. Anyone reading this letter, who didn’t know me, would think that I was living in an occupied country during the last world war, or that I was in one of the last communist nations. It would be easy to mistake me for a citizen of an African dictatorship, but I am not. I am English, born and bred, and this is the twenty-first century.
My natural instinct is to stand up and voice my concerns, to fight for myself and the one’s that I love but, as I have said, I am powerless. I am the guest of another country and at the mercy of the immigration process. My wife has ensured me that she would follow me to the ends of the earth, but if I were to be extradited, my family would be subjected to the same oppression that I have escaped. I fear that if this letter were to fall into the wrong hands, that I would be subjecting them to this tyranny. What am I to do? As I write this, I am watching my children play without a care, as children should, and I think that perhaps I should silence myself, accept and persevere. It is so difficult to watch my beloved homeland’s decline with clenched teeth.
That is why I have written to you. I must apologise for burdening you with my heavy soul, but I must release my concerns and, beyond my family and my friends, you are the only one that I trust. I don’t have to tell you never to speak of this missive or it’s author. I hope that you will fight on my behalf, while I await our fate, and that you escape from this yourself.
I hope that this will all end soon and I thank you for your shoulder in these troubling times.
Fondest Regards,
Winston.
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