As an avid reader of both Orwell and Jacques Ellul, I’m used to the idea of thought control in our society. But it’s always fun and entertaining to see how public opinion is formed, and how people keep their real attitudes cloaked. Fear of being out of the mainstream is a powerful motivating force.
We’ll now be subject to a TV gala called the Democratic National Convention. There will be speeches and floor shows, and the party will attempt to show the country how it is unified now. The leaders will parade about spouting empty phrases, and journalists will duly record them. There might be a “gaffe” or two (as when John McCain didn’t know how many houses Cindy owns). Someone might say something that is true. Don’t count on it. The stage production we call a convention is a professionally designed lap dance. It titillates us but leave us wanting. It’s an unfulfilled dream. Barack Obama is long on hope, short on delivery.
If we want to be mainstream, we must submerge our clearest thoughts into the abyss. We push them off into barb-wired free speech zones somewhere deep in our subconscious.
“Free speech zone” – that’s an Orwellism if ever there was one. The phrase speaks volumes – it says that we can only exercise our right to speak freely away from the mainstream and out of earshot. But it says even more than that – if the chained and heavily guarded area in Denver where they allow protests is where we exercise free speech, then everywhere else is where we don’t.
Oh, I hear all the fluttering of journalistic wings as practitioners of the once honorable profession dissect the horse race and analyze every aspect of the presidential contest except the actual issues. They are forbidden to go there, they know it, they have internalized it. They must know on some level that they are frauds and impostors. Otherwise they would not react with such anger and hostility when someone points out the obvious – their lips are surgically stitched to the butts of the powerful. Their eyebrows have been shaved so as never to arch in surprise or express disbelief. If they were to really do journalism, burrow and investigate, ask hard questions and write hard-hitting pieces on real issues, they’d wind up in a free speech zone.
We don’t outlaw free speech in this country. That would be too obvious. We’re much smarter than that. We merely marginalize it.
Mainstream media and bloggers (those who are allowed in have been vetted and screened) will be in Denver’s Pepsi Center these coming few days. There’ll be floods of words, but none so interesting as the drowned out voices of the protesters kept far away, the ones who really know what free speech means. The people behind those chain link fences are doing what respectable journalists would never think of doing: they are taking risks.
In China they don’t have to be coy. They merely outlaw protests. What we do is grotesque – a far cry from the freedom we once experienced in the 50’s and 60’s. Democrats, poised to take power, are asleep at the wheel again. Much better for us if our leaders laid their cards on the table, and if we behaved as people in dictatorships everywhere behave, looking down at our shoes, knowing the truth but too smart to speak it. Much better that than somnambulism.

