Hope Road

I know I have written about this song before, but it always amazes me that a song I heard only once when I was in high school in the early 80s was able to stick in my head forever. Whenever the subject of having hope has been raised, this is the song that immediately has played in my mind over the last several decades.

There is no hope road.

Hope is a lie. It really is. I remember when that was Obama’s catch phrase and it was all over posters everywhere. I thought the same thing I did for all others who have promised hope.

Hope is a dream, a myth. It’s something politicians and marketers use to convince the needy to vote for them or to buy a product.

Hope is empty and vapid. To have hope means to have nothing. I can have hope that things will turn around, but I have nothing because in all likelihood, with America in the shape it is and with people here perfectly fine with all the deaths and the suffering, hope is useless.

People who offer hope offer little or nothing else. There are never any programs to help the needy from those who offer hope. The church, the armpit of hope, tells us that things will truly be better one day—when we are dead.

I am tired of people telling me to hope for better, to hope for change. And then, of course, they sit on their arses and just expect that to be enough. Meanwhile, nearly 200,000 people are dead in this country and most of those could have been prevented. Meanwhile, people are unemployed, hungry, and homeless, and the government’s response is to do homeless sweeps and throw the few belongings these people have into the garbage. Wheelchairs, tents, food, all in the garbage because the government refuses to deal with the problem.

Meanwhile, people tell me to hope for a better time. It will get better, they lie. I no longer consider them unwilful in their deception. Anyone who offers these empty platitudes now is complicit with those who have done nothing to help the less fortunate, done nothing to stop the spread of this disease, have done nothing to ensure that politicians and the rich plutocrats running this country do what they should.

It is an odd feeling to feel this helpless without being depressed. But it is more clear what must be done. It is more clear that if you sit around now and just wait for whoever wins in November to do something, yet you have the power to act, you are part of the problem.

We cannot be content to watch the news, to make our commentaries on social media, to say loudly that something must be done. We must work to do something. It is no longer enough just to vote (it never was, but we believed the lie), if you do not search out and find a way to act now, everything that happens is as much as your fault as those causing it.

There is no hope road, there is only action or voluntary submission to the authoritarian, plutocratic America that the complacent have happily helped to create.