”Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose”, said the amazing Janis Joplin. If you ask people my generation, our life story here in Romania was all about freedom. Winning our freedom would be the obvious answer to this week prompt for #memoirmonday, the wonderful engagement initiative we owe to @ericvancewanlton. Eric asked: “How has your country changed during your lifetime?”
I wish I could answer that we became a free country, but did we? I wish I could say that what powered the popular revolutions of 1989 was the desire for freedom. History books will say it was so, but it’s hard to say we wanted freedom, because we simply didn’t know what freedom was. We had a romantic notion about freedom, which had little to do with what we call “freedom” today. What we did know about the Western world is that they had everything we lacked, especially consumer goods. The Western world was the land of plenty for people like us living in a world marked by scarcity. Freedom is an abstract concept and most people won’t bother with it. What people in Eastern Europe craved were Pepsi, jeans, coffee and cool T-shirts. You cannot blame people exhausted by the constant fight to provide basic goods for their families that they had only a vague concept about freedom. If my views sound cynical, please bear in mind I spent a lot of time in the street, at freedom protests. In 1989, I risked my life for freedom and I’m glad I was spared as I’m not sure what we call freedom today was worth the blood sacrifice. Today, here in Romania we have all the freedoms the Western world vaunts. What exactly are these freedoms? The freedom to choose between a dozen types of shampoos or toilet paper. The freedom to buy overpriced mass-produced crappy clothes at the mall. The freedom to travel, if you can afford it. The freedom to post memes on social media and like crap your friends post. The freedom to waste your life in front of the idiot box in the living room. Again, I’m being cynical, but many of my countrymen would tell you that this is the good life their parents and grandparents dreamed of.
Food court at our neighborhood mall - the place we were banned from during the pandemic for refusing the vaccine. I know people who traded their freedom for the dubious privilege of going to the mall...
Maybe it was just our bad luck that we joined the free world when the word freedom had become void of any meaning it might have had. Freedom of speech? "Yes, you have the right to say whatever you like as long as you say what we want you to say." There is no freedom of speech while Julian Assange rots in jail. Facebook will silence you if you say something untoward. During the pandemic, the website I was working for was taken off the Internet for questioning the official narrative. Overnight. Gone. How many in the West dare voice their disagreement with the woke agenda? Out loud, in their place of work, for instance? You might avoid charges, but do you dare lose your livelihood? Did you know that France recently passed a law making it a crime to encourage people to stay away from vaccines and “officially sanctioned treatments”? Seriously, telling someone not to get chemo is a crime. Is this freedom? Certainly, not a freedom worth dying for.
Here lie those who didn't live to see what freedom looks like
Yes, we are free to say whatever we want if we are willing to pay the price. Truckers in Canada were able to protest, but their leaders had their accounts frozen and some even went to jail. Students on US campuses were free to hold BLM protests, but were swiftly thrown off campus when they staged Free Palestine protests. Circling back to the idea that prompted this post - my country has changed a lot in my lifetime. We’ve gained all the Western freedoms. We ditched communism for cutthroat capitalism. We have all the Coca Cola we could want… and don’t drink it as in the meantime we learned it’s bad for your health! Go figure!
Most people are unhappy with the world they live in as deep down they know the modern Western society is profoundly ill. Still, few would join a new revolution, because they wouldn’t risk losing the job they hate, the unpaid house, the unpaid car and their summer vacation, that gives them strength to work another year for their masters. In 1989, it was much easier to join the ranks of the revolution as we had nothing left to lose.