People who bring us the truth have a habit of ending up dead first before we do.
Because that's what we do to our human heroes, we canonize them, memorialize them, after we murder them for bringing us the truth. Or after we have appreciated their bravery, with pity, following the destruction of their villages, tribes etc.
Examples: Sitting Bull (America), Montecuzoma (Mexico), Lenca (Central America) Atahualpa (Peru), Martin Luther King, Jr. (USA), Bobby Kennedy(USA). Oh yeah! Gandhi (India)! Oh, and who else? Now I remember, Jesus (Nazareth).
"Wasn't he a good fellow," we say. "Wasn't he brave. Let's put up a statue in the park. There, all better."
He will be murdered soon. Does he have a hinky sex background? Perhaps. But the odds that the recent charges against him in Sweden are trumped up and built on shaky evidence, at best, are now astronomically inclined in his favor.
Intelligence people know this: such coincidences don't exist in reality.
No matter. He'll either be zapped in prison - carry it under the heading "found hanging in his cell" - or he will be found in a hotel room in city X having died after an alleged "drug overdose".
"Depressed, poor fellow, from all the hubbub. Moving on."
Note that the ball, on his arrest and capture, started moving faster, and with greater purpose AFTER he threatened to release documents pertaining to the untouchable:, the banks, and oil companies, who have both royally screwed us all.
If we could see all of those correspondences! Well, that's a REAL peek behind the reality curtain, isn't it.
No. Likely never happen. "Moving on."
BP was in his most recent statement: he was going to release documents related to BP. BigGovCorp simply cannot have that. That just won't do.
"Sorry Mr. Assange; but thank you, valued employee, for all your efforts. We must kill you now, and put up a statue later when we've all thought better on it, and we fool ourselves that we've seen the light and become civilized."
But four characters like him will be standing in his shoes on the following day, sixteen when those are removed, and so on.
Not that Mr. Assange isn't being used by our enemies, speaking as an American citizen, of course he is. But what is really happening?In my view Mr. Assange is using our enemies, and in jiu jitsu fashion, our own ills. By this he is liberating something we aren't accustomed to hearing or seeing: the truth.
In this case, it's truth about who we've become through years of closing our eyes.
I can't help but thinking of Oscar Wilde's novel, A Picture of Dorian Grey. I started reading it recently as research on the time period, for a novel I am working on.
You remember Wilde, jailed in London for being openly homosexual in 1893 or so? Ring a bell? No? Most of us were shielded from Wilde in school. I know I was. "Simply won't do" they said. "Moving on."
Recapping history, to be secretively gay was okay in Victorian London, but not openly. DADT was in place for all of the UK. The Anglo-Irish poet did 18 months hard labor because he got sick of lying about it. The time in prison crushed him. He died soon after as a sick, broken man.
In his one novel, which revealed the underside of the British upper crust - their lives of infidelity, homosexual leanings, languid sensuality, and disdain toward those less fortunate - the character Dorian Grey is given a painting that is such a precise representation of who he is, it subsumes his soul.
The Faustian bargain Dorian strikes with the universe is that, as he physically ages, everything bad that his soul has become is sort of slurped off of him and onto the painting, which itself begins to weather - the lip snarls at first after he hurtfully dumps an actress and so on. You get the drill - while Dorian retains all the vitality of youth and innocence in full-bloom physically.
So - and there's always an upper story attic in these sort of arrangements - he has the painting shrouded and hauled up to his secret place.
(hands flapping in the breeze) Right, so, off we go with the concept. You can imagine truth being like a gas under pressure. In this situation you'd want to contain it, but the lie forces you to contain more and more of it, right? Well pretty soon the vessel likely can't take it, and so too with this painting. Pop, out comes the truth which by now, has grown quite ugly.
You can see the analogies and the strange similarities and parallels between then and today and how life imitates art.
Julian Assange isn't Jesus, Gandhi or Dorian Grey. But, he is someone attempting to bring us the truth. His reasons are likely as egotistical and narcissistic as they are altruistic. This much I have gathered from his interviews.
It takes great narcissism to be so bold to think you, and you alone, are responsible for bringing the real truth forward into the world; so that you may transform all mankind with it. That takes near insanity. The sort in which you value your quest more than your own life.
What many of us fail to see is that Julian Assange is the tip of a gigantic iceberg of truth that has only now begun crashing into our shore.
All our business runs on machines operating with outdated code. Code created last week is already outdated the moment it was written. How much of the government do you suppose runs on something so idiotically vulnerable as Windows XP? A lot of it. How easy is it to sit passively across the net via a wireless point and monitor every word written, either in code or any language anywhere, even these words as I type them? The right tools and an eight year old can do it.
We share everything on an iPod made in China, or other complex machine, while the most difficult device to hack and monitor is a $3.95 cell phone bought at the Wal Mart checkout. A device which is also, curiously, made in China.
You see these posts and comments all across the net now, "anyone who would tell him anything should be shot!" That sort of thing.
Shoot all of us, then. Our information systems are as vulnerable, porous and defenseless as Sarah Palin's logic.
The problem isn't Julian Assange. The problem is us and our acid reflux to the truth. We avoid it like a vampire shuns the dawn.
Unless we change who we are on a fundamental level, how we treat our fellow earthlings, the truth will get out, that we are not who we seem to be, who we pretend to be.
I haven't reached the end of Wilde's novel yet. Like you I am playing catch up with culture. Somehow I see that Dorian's efforts to contain the truth behind the shroud are actually making things worse.
Somehow I don't think Dorian is going to make it. I hope we can do better.