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Walls are inevitable. / 21st century, the century of walls

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The Hindutva party in here and nazi anti-immigrants in Europe.
Right wing parties everywhere. no one wants 'the others' on their soil.
but that doesn't stop them from looting from 'the others' (colonisation & coupes & sponsored revolutions) and sending drones to kill 'the others'. where will the others go, if you contribute to their misery and downward spiral? 

If the last century was about opening the world with fast rails, concordes & the internet. This century would be about making sense of this uncontrollable openness and ensuing vulnerability that individuals & groups perceive.
If the last century was about the individual removed from his immediate world, this century would be about a new social consciousness of & want of belonging.
The openness of last century does not really benefit the individuals and small groups as much as it does to the big corporates and governments. The new government has already started to purge the internet of dissidents with arrests and threats. Facebook & Google collectively know more about you and you do yourself.
In a wall less world, you can't even chose your adversary. you are vulnerable to dangers you don't even know yet from people you would never know personally. wall less world is vulnerable and anarchic.
The only language of 21st century would be the doublespeak. People 20 years from now would only be able to read between the lines and sideways. They would be illiterate to direct words. Sarcasm would be the only humor.
The walls, that people would build to protect themselves would also aid bigger power centres to keep the people from organising. as a matter of fact, strategic walls would always be incentivised.

The walls are inevitable.

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Amrita said…
You rightly predicted the future man. you rock

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