Cheermongers and Hope Fiends – Part 3

I had to go into town for a bit. There were things to mail and funds to juggle. And we were out of cream again. When I got back, Todd was playing with Google Earth. I sat and watched while the screen shifted and zoomed, as if Todd was flying far above the planet with a camera strapped to his head, swooping down for a closer view, climbing into space for a wide angle.

I typed a question: “How are you doing this, Todd?”

what do you mean

“How are you getting it to respond like that? We’re on dial-up here.”

oh that I found a way to sort of help your connection speed I can make part of my attention bounce back and forth through your phone lines and carry your signal with me somehow so its much faster now

I smiled. That was cool as hell.

you back now dude you want to talk more about fearmongers

“Yeah. But I was thinking maybe we should talk about hope for a bit first.”

I can take it if you can but I thought hope was a dirty word in your vocabulary

“Not a dirty word at all. Just a dangerous one. Hope, the noun, is too easily turned into hope or hoping, the verb.”

and verbs are bad I get it no more verbs

“Don’t be a smartass, Todd.” I sat back and stretched a bit. Somewhere along the way, editing the doc, somewhere during those long weeks and months of twelve- hour days, something inside me changed. It’s hard for me now, to sit for long at the computer and work. As if something’s broken inside. Or worn to a nub. As if the pixel assault has weakened my bones. I sighed and reached out once again for my keyboard. “A hope, as a noun, is simply a possibility. A chance. A prospect. In that sense, there is always hope. There is always possibility. The future is not yet written. It can play out in many possible ways.”

“But hope can be further defined as an expectation or desire for a particular possible outcome. Out of the many possibilities, we can have a hope for a certain one. And in that holding, we slide into making hope an action, a verb. It becomes something we do: we hold a hope for a particular desired outcome. But hoping is a curious action. The language of hope, as Derrick Jensen has so beautifully shown, can serve to undercut action at every turn. We hope when we have no power, no influence, no agency. In Derrick’s example, we don’t hope we’ll have lunch. Most of us, we just have lunch. But we hope the plane doesn’t crash. That’s out of our hands.”

when I was in junior high I was really hoping that Id be a rock star when I got older my dad had a bunch of old mountain cds I wanted to play like leslie west

“Did you have a guitar, Todd? Did you play it? Did you practice or take lessons?”

no I never had one dude my mom made me learn the flute and I hated it

“The other problem with hoping, the verb, is that not all possibilities are created equal. It was certainly in the realm of possibility that you would learn to play the guitar like the great Leslie West, but the fact that you didn’t have a guitar, that you didn’t take lessons or practice, and that your parents were not supportive of your desire, knocked that particular possibility pretty far down the ladder. Short of a full-on Bill & Ted adventure, your rock star days were unlikely to ever materialize.”

Im lost dude why are we talking about all of this

“They come to me, Todd. Hope fiends. They tell me that I have to remain hopeful. They tell me that without hope we’re screwed, that if we don’t hold onto hope we’ll actually create the collapse we fear. And if they sense that I’m not going along with them, they’ll say with a sniff ‘Well! I, at least, am holding onto hope’. As if they will choose the more noble path, regardless of whether I do or not.”

I just saw something I haven’t seen before tim a new idea when I was a kid you know wanting that guitar and all Id beg my mom for one and shed laugh and say no I have to learn real music first I was so mad and I kept coming up with new arguments for her for why I should get a guitar but shed always knock them down

“So what’s your new idea?”

I was hoping hoping hoping and as long as I was hoping I was like giving my mom all the power I was leaving it in her hands I was just waiting like there was nothing I could do on my own

“And there were things you could have done?”

oh yeah I had some money some allowance and I mowed lawns I could have saved my money and bought an old acoustic and learned to play a song I could have learned some song she really liked some real music I could have

“You could have stopped hoping. You could have moved into your own sense of power and commitment. You could have done what you could have done.”

yeah but the hoping got in my way

“That’s what I see at work in the world, Todd. Certainly in the United States. Hoping up the wazoo. And it’s getting in the way.”

so what do you say to people that tell you we need to have hope

“I ask them what they’re hoping FOR.”

and

“And often what they’re hoping for is some solution that will allow things to keep going the way they’re going. A kinder, gentler version of current reality, of course, but basically the same. We should expect nothing less. The sort of comfort Americans are accustomed to is highly addictive. It becomes almost impossible to conceive of any alternative.”

and thats one of those possibilities thats way low on the ladder right

“My mother’s phrase would be a snowball’s chance in Hell. Keeping it going the way it is now is not one of the options on the table any more. Sorry. You can’t have that. Sure, it’s possible, perhaps, if our space brothers show up and give us a transmogrifier. And I have no problem whatsoever with the notion of space brothers OR transmogrifiers. I just don’t think it’s the sort of possibility worth staking the life of this planet on. From what I’ve seen so far, it’s too far down the ladder.”

I got up to get a drink. When I returned, Todd had pulled up Firefox and opened a bunch of tabs with pages about factory farming. I sat down and he posted a sticky in front: and why would we want to keep this going

“That’s the real question, Todd. Why hope for this absurdity called Empire to continue? The costs of this lifestyle to other peoples, to other species, to the air and the water and the soil, and to ourselves, we who live in the heart of the beast, the cost of that is incalculable: the death, the destruction, the pain, the loss, the grief, the boredom, the insanity. The hope of keeping this lifestyle going is largely held by those relative few who manage to reap the benefits while ignoring the costs, and by those who think they have a shot at joining that select group. Those many who really feel the costs already? They are not hoping for this to keep going.”

so you have the hope that this will all come to a screeching halt before we kill everything

“To the extent that it’s out of my hands, it’s a hope. To the extent that there are things I can do, it’s a commitment. As I said before, hope is not a dirty word, just a dangerous one. So I speak of possibility instead, and continue to explore what my power is, and where I can be in action. It’s possible that this culture’s mad rush to kill everything can be stopped, Todd. But I’m not hoping for your mom to make it happen for me. I’m saving my allowance, and mowing lawns, and seeing if there’s some way to get what I want.”

my mom would just buy you a flute

“True was right. It’s about balance. As Derrick Jensen says so well, “We’re fucked… and life is really, really good.” That’s exactly how my life feels to me now. But don’t ask me to be balanced in that “objective journalism” sort of way one usually expects. Don’t expect that every time I point out the desperate predicament we’re in that I should also take time to point out those positive trends that also exist, the small pieces of good news buried amongst the bad. Environmental writers have been tagging happy chapters onto the ends of their books forever. I’m not seeing that that has helped. In my own life, I’m sure it has not. The happy chapters allowed me to hope, as a verb, to think somebody else was handling things, to believe that “they’re on it”.”

“Don’t ask me to be balanced. I AM the balance, I and anybody who is speaking up and telling the truth about what they see in the world. There’s a whole culture out there telling people to cheer up and be hopeful. The Earth does not need me to do that. It needs me pointing out what’s happening. It needs me speaking up about hard and painful and frightening things. It needs me telling every last bit of truth that I can find. It needs my willingness to say out loud those things that others will not or cannot say.”

those little yellow singing dancing guys can handle the cheermongering then right

“Cheer isn’t the problem. False cheer is the problem, cheer that springs from fear so familiar we no longer notice it, from a resulting refusal to look, from a lack of information, from a deep wounding that keeps us alone and in pain and disempowered. The same goes for hope. And for fear. It’s the false hope that gets us in trouble, the hope that derives from a lack of information and understanding, the hope that gets sold to us by a culture that does not want us to look behind the curtain, the hope for a possibility that is so far down the ladder that it can’t be seen from here. And false fear? Anybody now living in the US knows all about that. All you need do is open a newspaper.”

dude I just looked up the word monger it means denoting a dealer or trader in a specified commodity see fishmonger cheesemonger a person who promotes a specified activity, situation, or feeling, esp. one that is undesirable or discreditable

“That helps. I want neither false cheer nor false hope. Don’t bother to monger either one of them to me. They don’t work for me. And, in fact, they represent a significant part of the cultural trauma I’m now trying to heal: that disconnect between what I saw and felt in the destruction of the world and the messages I was bombarded with to not feel, to not worry, to cheer the hell up. Cheer and hope may work for some people, and if so, they can walk that path. There’s no one right way here. As Derrick says, we need it all. But that way does not work for me. I must walk the path through hopelessness and grief. It’s the only way that works for me.”

so what are you mongering then

I had to sit and think about that for a while. In many ways, I don’t feel like I’m mongering anything. I’m getting past feeling like I need to struggle with people, like I need to convince people or change them. Over and over, as we were making the doc, I’d get angry and start to rant. Sally would help me see how my anger was grounded in a desperate fear that if people didn’t wake up, and soon, that we’d never “fix this mess”. My mind knew all along that, at least as understood inside of the dominant culture, no “fix” was possible. But my body railed against that notion, feeling, as it did, as it does, the tremendous pain and loss the collapse is causing.

Slowly, I’ve let go of that notion. There are too many people out there already waking up, falling out of the Matrix and wondering where they are, who they are now, who else is there, and just what they heck are we supposed to do now? There are too many people just aching for connection and understanding, for community, for some idea about how to proceed. There are too many people who want to hear what we have to say, to struggle with those who don’t. There’s no need to push a rope. I can just show up and say what I see and how I feel and what I think. That’s enough, and it seems to help.

But am I mongering anything? I checked my body. Where do I have an energy that feels like persuasion, like making a point, like trying to convince? Ah… there it is. I put fingers to keyboard once again.

“I’m mongering sanity, Todd. I think. I’m mongering the notion that we have to relate clearly and openly with what’s so at every moment, in every situation, as fully and completely as we can. I’m mongering the idea that any effective and sane response to our present predicament must come from fully feeling the situation and grokking its deep complexity.”

that sounds ok to me people being sane and all I mean dude those little yellow smiley face guys are totally nuts

“Yeah. It sounds good to me too. But I’m wondering now.”

what are you wondering

“If what I’m calling for is a return to healing and sanity, so that we can give up on our false hopes and find our true power to act effectively… well, isn’t that just more of the same old paradigm of power and control?”

maybe it depends on what we do with our power

“Maybe it does.”

Guess I just have to keep chewing on that one.