That young man sitting behind a computer screen in a darkened room in a cushy chair somewhere in Nevada (or is it Arizona?) doesn’t have much in common with a 1% banker, until they both decide to blow the whistle. By relieving themselves of secret knowledge, they begin to clear their souls of willing collusion with dirty wars on humanity and our planetary home.
I watched the wonderful film Invictus last night, about Nelson Mandela, his first years in office when he decided to focus on encouraging South Africa’s rugby team to prepare to play in the World Cup. Why? To unify his deeply divided country. Nobody else understood his reasons, but as he said at the time, “The day I stop doing what is right because people object is the day I am no longer fit to be president.”
Nelson Mandela led with his soul, his conscience. As he said, quoting the Victorian poem Invictus that continually inspired him while imprisoned for 30 years, “I am master of my fate/I am captain of my soul.”
Would that we learn to emulate him. And would that we blow the whistle on ourselves, the internal lies that prop up our “identities,” the “images” we present others, first.