"The Wolf"

In this country we embrace the myth that we are still a democracy when we know that we are not a democracy, that we are not free, that the government does not serve us but subjugates us.

Although we give lip service to the notion of freedom, we know that government is no longer the servant of the people, but, at last, has become the people's master. We have stood by like timid sheep while the wolf killed first the weak, then the strays, the those on the outer edges of the flock, until at last the whole flock belonged to the wolf.

We did not care much about the weak or about the strays. They were not apart of the flock. We did not care much about those on the edges. They had chosen to be there. But as the wolf worked its way toward the centre of the flock we discovered that we were now on the outer edges. Now we must look the wolf squarely in the eye.

That we did not do so when the first of us was ripped and torn and eaten was the first wrong. It was our wrong. That none of us have felt responsible for having lost our freedom has been a part of an insidious progression. In the beginning the attention of the flock was directed not to the marauding wolf but to our own deviant members within the flock. We rejoiced when the wolf destroyed them, for they were our enemies.

We were told that the weak lay under the rocks while we faced the blizzards to rustle our food,and we did not care when the wolf took them. We argued that they deserved it. When a brave one of our flock faced the wolf alone it was always eaten. Each of us was afraid of the wolf, but as a flock we were not afraid. Indeed, the wolf helped us by destroying the weak and dismembering the aberrant element within. As time went by, strangely the herd felt more secure under the rule of the wolf. It believed that by belonging to this wolf it would remain safe from all the other wolves. But we were eaten just the same."