Turn down the lights, turn up the stereo and just for a moment let’s pretend there’s no such thing as disaster capitalism or neofascism. There is a time to face down tanks in the public square and a time to lick one’s wounds. When I retreat to my happy place it more often than not includes soulful music, a dependable refuge but also a rejuvenating elixir. The words of Bob Nesta Marley, as channelled through Ziggy Marley, his prodigiously talented son, serve to remind us that many have come before us in the struggle and many more will follow. I once read somewhere that iron sharpens iron so this post is dedicated to my fellow axes-in-arms who are knee deep in the neoliberal grind. May we continue to sharpen one another and keep on collectively serving notice to the powers that be hogging all the bottled oxygen in the room, “If you are the big tree, we are the small axe…sharpened to cut you down.” Chop chop.
Peace and solidarity to all readers.