I cam across this on Old Holborn’s Blog and was immediately struck on its truth. He found it somewhere else and, like me, found it so important that he is passing it on. If you watch the video of M People‘s “Search for the Hero” you will learn just where you can find this hero.
Meanwhile, M People‘s message is contained in more depth below.
No more heroes
Humans are remarkable things. Born without fur, teeth, claws or stings, with no toxins in their bodies, not too strong, not too fast, we are nothing but walking easy meat for any predator on the planet. Pit yourself unarmed against a lion or a panther if you don’t believe me. Take on a bear or a wolf. You have no chance.
And yet humans are successful. We don’t have fur to keep us warm so we steal other animals’ fur, either whole or knitted. We have no teeth or claws but we can work stone and wood and metal into something similar and we can throw those things, or fire them from bows and guns. Now we can hit targets on another continent. We are not fast or strong but we can build machines that are, and ride in them or control them remotely. A human alone would find it difficult to catch a rabbit but a human with a gun (or previously, a bow, sling or atlatl) could bring down a cow. Working together we can bring down a mastodon or catch a whale.
We can fly faster than any bird. We can talk to someone on the other side of the world in real time. We have holiday snaps of Mars and pictures of most of the planets and moons in our solar system. We can save millions with a vaccine or kill millions with one bomb. We can turn desert into garden and salt water into fresh. We build and obliterate cities on a whim. Not bad for a bald ape.
We do this because we have powerful brains. And yet, we somehow resent our success.
Gods arise because humans can’t quite accept that they can do things for themselves. Humans did not rise from the apes of Africa on their own. A god did it. Humans did not win any war. God decided the winner. Choose your god, from the pantheon available, and hand over credit for your achievements. Your body, with its fantastic immune system and capacity for repair, did not save you from disease. God did it. It was a miracle.
This is not about religion. I don’t care whether there’s a God because if there is, he has demonstrated quite effectively that he doesn’t care about me. I have no bone to pick with the religious. It’s an example. Nothing more.
What it demonstrates is the human inability to believe our luck. Biologically, we are the least equipped species to survive on this planet. We have no fur to keep us warm. In a fight, we have piddling little teeth, no claws, no armoured skin, nothing. And yet we rule this planet. Tigers and wolves get out of our way. They know what we’re like. We are the bespectacled playground weed who finds the big kids running away and can’t quite grasp why.
So we pass the buck. We can’t have done this. Someone else must have. Someone watches over us (I’m not getting into an argument over that, so forget it). We continue this with our superheroes. Batman, Superman, Spiderman, the Hulk, and lately V for vendetta and the Watchmen. We don’t have to do anything. The Heroes will save us. So now we don’t do anything. We wait for the Hero.
The Righteous have never attempted to ban superhero films because they play right into the hands of the Righteous. They leave us with the impression we don’t have to do anything. Batman will sort it out. We don’t have to battle the creeping oppression of government. V will deal with that. The Righteous delight in this. It makes us complacent and pliable. We wait for our Hero to sort things out.
We wait, and we wait, but the Hero does not come. The Hero is not real and never was. Whenever there has been change in the world, it was brought about by people. Gandhi, Luther, Washington, Pankhurst, name your heroes and realise they were no such thing. They were human. No climbing walls, no flying, no shark-repellent Bat-spray, no trains filled with explosives and no spangly costumes. Human. Just like you and me. Nothing unusual or supernatural about them at all. No super powers, no super weapon… just words.
Still we wait. When the Righteous shut down dissent with their cries of ‘racist!’ we let them. The Hero will come. When they add more cameras to the stacks, we let them. The Hero will come. When they ban and control the things we enjoy, we let them. The Hero will come. We have backed down to the Righteous on every point, every argument, every ban and every new insane law and they have responded by becoming bolder and more arrogant. And still we wait for someone else to deal with them. There is no someone else. The Righteous know this. The only ones they have to fear are us and we are under their control. Because we allow it. We allow it because we think someone else will save us, but nobody will. Slowly, people are realising this.
The Righteous are frightened now. Their panic is evident. In their pretence that all homeschooled children might be abused, in their attempts to send those same children home to nag their smoking parents and thereby invite a whack, in all their rapid and hysterical pronouncements, their fear is evident. They fear loss of control, and in their fear they try to impose more, but with no logic or reason. They are running now and they are vulnerable. The cries of ‘racist-Nazi-bigot’ no longer work. Instead, they are using implications of paedophilia and child abuse, but their accusations are becoming shrill and less credible. The Righteous are ready to fall. They can recover. If we let them.
For years they have cowed us with words. When they stated that anyone opposed to immigration was racist, who stood up and said ‘That’s silly’? When they brought in the smoking ban, we talked but how many of us flouted that ban? When they fined people for overfilled bins, we complained but how many of us turned up at the council offices to demand explanation? When they turned our children into litter-spies and smoking-spies and odd-behaviour-spies, we were appalled but how many of us responded with more than mumbled complaints?
I can’t claim any moral superiority. Like you, I railed and shouted and did nothing. When the PC lunatics decreed the word ‘black’ was offensive even when applied to a blackboard or a telephone or a cat, I was incensed but did nothing about it. It was a small thing, easily bypassed. They were all such small things, weren’t they? Christmas turning into ‘winterval’, nativity plays cancelled, parents not allowed to photograph their own children at school, trainspotters arrested as terrorists, all tiny details that could be easily forgotten. Little things, minor irritants, another camera here or there, new rabid pseudoplods and Litter Hitlers walking the streets, new powers to enter homes, and through it all the mantra ‘nothing to hide, nothing to fear’ calmed our fury.
I stand outside the pub to smoke now, even though everyone, even the staff, are often out there with me. I have not defied the ludicrous Righteous rules. Like you, I have waited for someone else to show the way. Someone with strength. A Hero.
There is no hero. There is no someone else. We stand alone.
There was a bit of a fuss lately over the radical atheist posting of adverts on buses. ‘There is probably no God, so just enjoy your life’, or something like that. Whether there is a God or not is immaterial to this argument. There is a more appropriate slogan for our times.
There are definitely no heroes, so if you want something done, do it yourself.
Demand explanation and don’t accept platitudes. Keep asking the same question until they have to admit they have no answer. Ignore deflection and strawman arguments, favourites of the Righteous, and keep asking the same question over and over and over and as loudly and publically as possible. We don’t need violence to bring them down. They have controlled us with words. We can fight back with the same weapon. They will try to stop us speaking – they already have – because they fear that weapon more than any other. Riots they have prepared for. Persistent argument is what they fear most, because that will reveal them for what they are.
Should we? Can we? Are we the leaders we’ve been waiting for? Have we been, all along, the ones who can do something? Should we prepare an underground army, a secret cabal of anti-Righteous warriors?
No, because organised rebellion has already been modelled in their predictions and ways of dealing with that have been arranged. We don’t need weapons. They can fight weapons. They cannot fight words once their manipulative ways are exposed. They can fight an organised response, they can fight a one-man response, but a mass of individual responses cannot be fought. There is no leader to target. There are no platoons to take out. Each stands as individual but there are millions of those individuals and silencing one makes no difference to the rest.
I’m not a member of the Libertarian party but I took part in sending a copy of ‘1984’ to all the MPs last November. The response, what response there was, was aimed at the Libertarian party. The organisation, not the individuals. These people can cope with fighting organisations. They can’t conceive that individuals can be mobilised with a common aim.
That is what I suggest. They cut us down with small things, here and there. We can fight back the same way. Small rebellions, here and there. Think up something you can do to make life difficult for a Righteous, and do it. Nothing violent or illegal, there’s no need. Small irritations are all you need to do. Deflect, distort and disparage their arguments, the same thing they’ve done to us for years. Drop hints and start rumours. Keep them busy with minutiae.
Don’t concern yourself with the egotistical notion that they must know who hit them, because it’s more effective if they don’t. It does not matter that they know who has taken revenge, only that it is done, and if you remain unidentified then you can strike again. Never crow about what you do, never admit to having done anything at all. They can fight rioters. They can fight organisations. They cannot fight shadows. Look at their responses to anonymous posters on their own sites. It terrifies them, even though they always respond as ‘anonymous’ when pitching their responses to others. Stay below the radar, as they have done, and poke them once in a while. If enough are doing this it becomes unbearable.
Don’t look for leaders and don’t wait for heroes. You are both.