Thread: Many people think that Camazotz in #wrinkleintime is an allegory for soviet-style communism. This is not the case.
While Madeleine L'Engle was convinced that any *ism* leads to dehumanizing generalities, she knew that totalitarianism lurked under the surface of American democracy.
In earlier drafts of Wrinkle, she had a passage about how democracies become dark. She tried to make it work in two different places in the story, but it was too didactic and was cut.
Mr. Murry explains to Meg and Calvin that a planet can become dark through totalitarianism, and lists Kruschev, Hitler, Mussolini, Mao, Franco, Castro. Meg asks, "What about countries like ours, ones that aren't under dictatorships? Democracies?"
Her father's answer: too much prosperity, which results in a lust for security. He tells her it's the greatest evil there is.
What we're seeing now is the powerful scared of losing their position and willing to protect white supremacy at the cost of our democracy. We really are on the knife's edge. Take care of yourselves, dear ones, and keep fighting. -cjv
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There is a story of an old man who lived by a river. In the spring the rains were heavy, and the river rose. The sheriff came by in his jeep, and said to the old man, “The river is going to flood, and I want to evacuate you.” 1/
The old man folded his arms confidently. “I have faith in God. God will take care of me.”
The sheriff shook his head and drove off.
The river continued to rise. It lapped about the old man’s house, rising up to the porch. The sheriff came by in a row boat, and said, 2/
“The river is continuing to rise. I really need to evacuate you.”
The old man looked at the river which covered his steps and lapped across the porch. He folded his arms. “I have faith in God. God will take care of me.”
The sheriff shook his head, and rowed away. 3/
“Mrs Whatsit hates you,” Charles Wallace said.
And that was where IT made ITs fatal mistake, for as Meg said, automatically, “Mrs Whatsit loves me; that’s what she told me, that she loves me,” suddenly she knew.
She knew!
Love.
That was what she had that IT did not have.
She had Mrs Whatsit’s love, and her father’s, and her
mother’s, and the real Charles Wallace’s love, and the
twins’, and Aunt Beast’s.
And she had her love for them.
But how could she use it? What was she meant to do?
If she could give love to IT perhaps it would shrivel up and die, for she was sure that IT could not withstand love. But she, in all her weakness and foolishness [...], was incapable of loving IT. Perhaps it was not too much to ask of her, but she could not do it.
I listen to the news and hear of war and rumor of war, of crime and wanton destruction and loss of humanity, and think of Ionesco’s brilliant play, Rhinoceros.
It starts out in a small French village on a Sunday morning; everything is normal and ordinary; the people in the village are very much like the people we know, like us.
Then a rhinoceros strolls through the village square, and this first rhinoceros is like a presage of plague, because the people of the village start, one by one, turning into rhinos;
"The discoveries made since the heart of the atom was opened have changed our view of the universe and of Creation. Our great radio telescopes are picking up echoes of that primal opening which expanded into all the stars in their courses. 1/4
"The universe is far greater and grander and less predictable than anyone realized, and one reaction to this is to turn our back on the glory and settle for a small, tribal god who forbids questions of any kind. 2/4
"Another reaction is to feel so small and valueless in comparison to the enormity of the universe that it becomes impossible to believe in a God who can be bothered with us tiny, finite creatures with life spans no longer than the blink of an eye. 3/4