The Crisis of Truth in a mortally wounded society. By Belinda Metlitzky Silbert.by Belinda Metlitzky Silbert on Saturday, March 2, 2013 at 9:05pm · Public Friends Only Me Custom Close Friends British School of Yoga See all lists... Intuitive IQ / Mad Lynx Films Operatic soprano Artist/Painter Futurist Womens Judaica University of Cape Town Matthias Scheufler - Organic Beauty Salon The University of the Wit Hebrew University of Jerusalem Damelin College High School King David High School, Linksfield Rubin Academy of Music, Jerus University of South Africa (UNISA) Université de Montréal Cape Town, Western Cape Area University of the Witwatersrand, Johannesburg Family Acquaintances Go Back
The Crisis of Truth in a mortally wounded society is a bandage that is woven into AND around the brutality of the perpetrators and the post-mortem mayhem that they leave in their wake. Is Forensic Pathology the only way to cure a society of its sickness? Collecting bones and blood and bits of flesh that tell the tales that the dead cannot narrate has become an obsession for millions who remain glued to their Television Sets and Social Media.
We do not dare pull the bandage a little futher from the wound and examine the depth of its fetid gash; the smell of death that odourises our society via hypnotic reporting and the metallic clang of sanitary morgue fridges that hide away the pain of the families (thereby banishing the spectre of Gehinnom from our midst) via stainless steel drawers and refrigerators.
Consider for a moment a man dragged behind a police van, a woman cowering behind a door with no escape, the merciless rape of those who cannot protest.
We are mortally wounded and the bandages can merely be used to bind us up like "mummies" that will be held together until somebody dares to unravel one of the ends.
Truth needs to be faced without Forensics and our vision requires a merciless forcible fixation on the reality that accompanies the images on our screens. The glib words that trip off our tongues so easily need to be pickled in formalin and preserved for the next generation even if we choke on them in the process.
Humanity is mortally wounded and denial won't change the underlying terminal malady. Only the tonic of awareness and the chanting of communal" Mea Culpa's" ( accompanied by the smoke-signals and drums of the societal shamans who will implement immediate plans of action) will contain the healing balm that may force the disease into remission.