Over at Quillette, there’s an article on the publication anniversary of Orwell’s 1984. The article is pretty good, but I’d like to highlight two of the comments. The comments section of Quillette used to be really good, with a high signal-to-noise ratio, but that has declined over time as trolls and/or boors have found it and taken up residence there, becoming yet another example of Gresham’s law applied to the internet. The trolls have not poisoned this particular article’s thread (yet).
From a Mr. “El Uro”:
Nikita Khrushchev was removed from power October 14, 1964. The next day at school in history class, the teacher asked us to take pens, to open the history textbook on page N and to black out his face in the photo, where he was standing next to Gagarin.
I was not a dissident. I was 11 years old, a curious boy who loved to read. But so far I remember what I was thinking at that moment: “History is something that you have no right to erase”. Now I am 65 years old. And with horror I see that the left, like zombies, rise from their graves here, in the homeland of freedom.
What does one do when Orwell’s dystopian nightmare comes to fruition before one’s eyes? China is Oceania. In every way possible, from the two minutes of hate to the endless revision of history and control of all news. Iran is similar, although not as technologically or bureaucratically sophisticated.
And in the West we have our “soft-totalitarian” version of it, which in some ways is the hardest to watch. I’ve watched Progressives and Socialists, who make up about 8% of the U.S. population claim ownership of our political and social discourse, essentially policing the public square. They use every angle of pressure, shaming, denigration and their own hate to suppress, oppress and disappear those who’s speech they find “offensive”. All because “they know” that their morality is superior, that’s “settled” for them. Me and mine? Mere backlash to be mopped up.
As I write this, I’m thinking about revolution. I’m not even as brave as Winston Smith. I play along in public cuz I have to and I don’t want endless fights. I “go along to get along” and am broadly cynical about our society so I pull inwards and cut off the spew of endless propaganda I’m subjected to by the Prog-Marxist media. […]
There is more, worth reading IMHO.