
How much of ourselves do we reveal?


It has been something that I feel very strongly about. Everybody has a right to have a home. It is a human right and therefore an acute issue for governments to take action over since it is a serious human right violation and a kind of bottom from where it is difficult to get up on one’s own. It is a duty of nations to provide affordable housing for their citizens. It is the least you can and must do. To comprehend why this is not happening is extremely difficult, but I try. Why do we have nations? What are nations for other than making profit for the rich, for corporation, to provide cheap labor, infrastructure and tax money to exploit? Since it is Christmas time and according to latest statistics in Great Britain alone there are thousands of homeless people, we are obligated to act upon it, to help. Those who are the lucky ones and have roofs over their heads, who have means to do something, what can you do? http://www.homeless.org.uk/facts/homelessness-in-numbers
What would be the most helpful thing is to radically lower prices of rents, to regulate how much is the limit above which prices do not go. Housing is an area of business in which people ruthlessly exploit lives and livelihoods. When paycheck is not enough to pay the rent government is not doing its job. Extortion and rip off that is what is going on and is outrageous, wrong and unjust. “Nobody should be in the streets; that is the problem with this whole thing,” said Sandy Perry, a minister and outreach worker with the Affordable Housing Network who has been at the Jungle daily trying to help. While he agrees that the Jungle, with its piles of garbage, buckets of human waste and now rising creek waters, “is not a nice place to live,” Mr. Perry said the city ought to have a better plan for homeless people in general.
More than a few of the encampment residents said they were victims of rent increases. Yvonne Vabiseo grew up in San Jose and had a job and an apartment until recently. “I worked at Dollar Tree,” she said. “I had a car and my own place.” She lost her job just as her rent was raised, prodding her into homelessness.” http://www.nytimes.com/2014/12/05/us/driven-from-silicon-valleys-jungle-homeless-face-limited-options.html?smid=tw-nytimes&_r=1
Distance to those unworthy, to the garbage, to those who are to be forgotten and unspoken of. Distance to foul, to smelly, to politics, to difficulty, to hunger, to trouble, to suffering, to death, to murder: distance can be silent killing, denial and horror in front of life and cruelty of man. To make a gap between clean and dirty in order not to be infected, exposed nor influenced by: not to change. Distance is to dream the far away land, to dream something to find out of reach, something unexpected and new. It is not understanding, something that is incomprehensible and for some reason out of grasp. Distance is to hold a secret, to feel veiled, to feel hidden, to avoid speaking the achy issues, to be in silence. Distance is to be silent when one should speak, to not speak for those who would listen, to not see those who wish to be seen and not to face what becomes of seeing. Distance can be fear of change, fear of acting out, fear of putting oneself into it, into solving the problem of distance. Distance is inability.
Distance meaning the state of not wanting to face oneself, somebody among somebodies, not to face things done, but escape, escape situations of shame in shame, distance kept from feeling appallingly ashamed. Distance is to make a difference between us and them, between people and people, between not understanding. Distance is isolating, it can be too much to live in isolation, but it can be living in periphery without a need to leave. Isolated from what, far from what, marginal to what? Distance now is an effort to make it unimportant, making it important still as a making.
Oh you are so far away, there, somewhere, come here. How distant are we? Do we know each other? What is the distance between us? The actual length? What kind of journey does one have to travel to get here, to get there?
Distance is guilt. Distance is how you look at things. It is to forget and it is a physical fact. How well do we admit that we are unable to take over distance. How much are we unwilling to acknowledge our incapability to rule completely distance, conquer length and void of an area as material and immaterial. To acknowledge distance is to make immaterial visible.
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