Showing posts with label social horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label social horror. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 8, 2023

Systemic Change Comes Through Political Action. Louis Shalako.

The loneliness must be intense...



Louis Shalako



I saw this guy at the gas bar. Black Chrysler van, loaded with bags, boxes and crates. The exhaust system is shot. The van is dented, dinged and rusting through. A metal shield on the exhaust system is hanging down, scraping the road on every bump. I've seen him before, grabbing ten or twelve black bins at the Beer Store, which he takes out into the parking lot and fills up from other bins and bags, of empties he's collected over his travels.

He may stop in at the food bank, or the soup kitchen, but that driver's seat is where he lives. That is his bed, ladies and gentlemen, that is where he sleeps. With a 27-year waiting list, (only a slight exaggeration – ed.), for geared-to-income housing, and this guy's an older man, one wonders where he parks at night—I have been reliably informed that the Tim Horton's on south Indian Road is locking its doors at night. No walk-ins, only drive-through after ten or eleven at night. This is due to homeless people, getting in from the cold, it's also due to drug overdoses in the bathroom. How long can he keep that thing on the road, and after that, then what?

One wonders where he goes to take a shit, or to take a shower once in a while. And I rather doubt this one has been counted among the local statistics. One wonders how he deals with the hopelessness, the sheer loneliness of his position.

#statistics

Shortly after the 2018 municipal election, county council called for a five-year study of housing affordability. I wonder what sort of nonsense report the Bill Dennis types (an extremely conservative person in his own words) think they can get away with, or are we just supposed to forget.

#fuck_off

The report will focus in on 'leveraging paradigms' and stupid shit like that. Only fools talk like that, and this is a serious problem. 

They are, in the words of Karl Marx, ‘useful fools’, and they do know what is expected of them…they even get paid to do it.

According to news sources, something like 1,300 volunteers had been through the Inn of the Good Shepherd in a recent year, and they were serving 1,700 or more families and individuals per month, in a whole plethora of services. At some point I had to realize, that any asshole can go down there and make soup for the people. I know that sounds cruel. But it really doesn’t take a Rhodes Scholar to make soup, nor a doctor, a lawyer, or any skilled person. It is mostly church groups, service clubs and some of the union locals. The food bank serves some need in them as well, or they wouldn’t do it, would they. Some people make cash donations. Surely there is a surplus of cash out there, somewhere…perhaps it’s a problem of distribution. Maybe it's just a 'supply-chain disruption'.

But the only way to tackle systemic issues is by political means. It is a challenge of communication, not one of handing out food baskets, which are never enough and it doesn't solve the root problem anyways.

Making 'political statements' is something the food bank operators are loathe to do, as is the local news media, for related but different reasons. Non-profits are barred from political activity, although that has never stopped the conservative think-tanks. I recall one conservative government went after some left-wing think-tanks, claiming they were violating their mandate, which some might argue includes a bit of criticism of the social order—and the government stands at the top of that heap, don't they. The food banks don't want to scare off donors, some of whom are very conservative, and the media don't want to lose advertising dollars or have to deal with an inundation of angry letters to the editor. Oddly enough, the government does a fair bit of advertising in local media…

#analysis #Louis

This is why the never-ending food drive is a 'good-news' story about a 'sharing and caring community'. All propaganda, in order to be truly effective, must be based on some truths...and once it is swallowed, and accepted, it becomes 'truth', which is also a bit of a problem around here.

There is no surplus of truth, not in this town, ladies and gentlemen.

After more than forty years of, quite frankly, thoughtless media indoctrination, no one really questions it anymore. 

That, is the challenge of communication.

They have grown up with such stories for their entire lives. It takes great courage to question such an ‘unquestionable’ narrative, and that’s why no one ever does it.

If the local food bank can get 55,000 lbs. of food a month to distribute, the problem is not food. There is clearly surplus food. The problem is one of income. People don't have enough money to buy their own food. Many of those people are working.

Where does the Chamber of Commerce stand on this issue?

Take a wild guess…

More food drives, more charity, more mental-health outreach programs, more free Nalaxone kits handed out in clumps of bushes down on the riverbank...please, please, please, don't do anything that would actually solve this problem, for example raising the minimum wage...or business taxes, or property taxes, or meddling with any other funding stream.

The current welfare and disability regime in this province and this country are ludicrously underfunded. Always have been, always will be.

Nothing is ever going to change until we change.

And change, my friend, is hard.

 

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Image: Morguefile.

Note. The passages highlighted in blue are from Facebook comments. The main text was pieced together in Fb posts. I tried saving as a .txt document, which will often strip out unwanted formatting, but it clearly did not work. - Louis


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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Social Horror.







Louis Shalako




What is social horror?

Social horror is not stalkers and slashers and psychopaths. Social horror is not vampires, werewolves, zombies, ghosts or evil spirits.

Social horror is about the little things, it’s about quality of life. It’s about our fears, our perceptions, and oddly enough about our needs.

We all have a need to fit in, to be accepted. Social horror is a bit about being loved, or more accurately, not being loved. We want to feel safe in our homes and in our streets.

I live in a city. It’s in southern Ontario. I don’t have a pathological fear of sharks, or alligators, or crocodiles. 

I’m not likely to run into any where I live. That would be an irrational fear.

To be afraid of spiders is much more common. People freak out and go a bit nuts when they find a spider in the house.

But at least there are spiders in southern Ontario. The fear has at least some rational basis in fact. Spiders exist, they might actually bite you and leave a welt. It could become infected. It might be a spider that came over on a banana boat. The fear is not entirely irrational. And horror is fear.

Aliens with acid saliva and extendable jaws are horrifying enough, before they even do anything. Just looking at them, we knew enough to be afraid of them.

Crime exists in our cities. Some of our fears about crime are irrational. Where I live, the odds of being hacked up by a stalker are pretty miniscule. Yet some still have that fear, and it’s very real to them. Some of those fears are based on their own gender, body size, lack of fighting experience…we all look at these threats based on our own image of ourselves.

Our fears can teach us much.

One of the interesting things I have learned as a writer, comes from confronting certain fears.

The social fears. The fear of being laughed at. No one likes to be mocked.

It’s quite painful. A painful experience is negative. It might arouse our anger, another uncomfortable emotion. 

No one likes being angry. No one likes to live in fear.

So, what would happen if I wrote erotica…and used a female pen-name?

Wouldn’t people laugh at me? Wouldn’t they say all kinds of crazy things about me? Wouldn’t they suddenly have new ammunition to use against me in all kinds of ways…?

Maybe—in a kind of social horror.

That was one reason why I had to do it. I wanted to find out what would happen. And the answer is…essentially nothing happened.

The same thing happened when I wrote gay male erotica under another pen-name.

Nothing happened.

Oh, it’s true that someone might figure it out. Someone might come around and slash my tires. If I walked into a bar someone might say something. Someone might laugh at me, and make cutting remarks and even threats.

That’s social horror. Social horror can lead to real horror. Like in S. Africa, when people start grabbing girls accused of being lesbians and raping them to death with a toilet brush.

Or like right here at home, in the cases of hundreds of thousands of battered women.

It is also the social horror that gays—and women, and people of Islam, and people of colour, the same horror they have had to contend with for generations and centuries past.

Now I know exactly how that feels, ladies and gentlemen.

And I recommend it to anyone who is considering a career in writing or any of the arts. My personal experience is that this should be an elementary school exercise, but what the hell do I know.

As an author, it helped me to stick these big old feet into someone else’s shoes for a while—and to take a little walk in them and to see how it really is. To see what someone else has to contend with for a while.

That was the most wonderful thing I have done in the last five or six years, since publishing my first two novels.

In that sense, writing, and learning about life, has been a wonderfully formative experience not just as a writer but as a human being.

It certainly hasn’t me done any harm. It might even have done some good.

That is the value of confronting one or two social horrors and maybe learning something about them.

We learn an awful lot about ourselves when we do.

I think it's important for a writer to know who they are.


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