The breakdown of a global order set up to mediate conflict is accompanied by the breakdown of ethical framework. This in turn dissolves logical connection between cause and effect. It is the familiar story of mental illness but taking place in the political arena. Omnipotent judgement occurs, voiced as racial, gender or political paranoia – these judgements escalate into violence which is in turn justified by the omnipotence of authority. A vicious cycle spins like a merry go round, but the result is not merry. So the Bondi shooting mirrored the Gaza and West Bank massacres which mirrored the holocaust which mirrored the Great Depression which mirrored WW1 which mirrored colonial land and resource pillage which mirrored feudal religious strife – round and round and back and forth it goes.
To avoid total chaos, a framework from capitalism is applied by those in power. Real estate is such a framework, with the word ‘real’ meaning physical, immoveable property, which is different from moveable, personal property, which, in comparison, is not ‘real’. This becomes the modus operandi of the Trump administration. Gaza is immoveable land, the Palestinians and their now very meagre possessions are moveable. The immoveable land will have new immoveable infrastructure erected and capital can be accumulated. The only ethic for the individual is the requirement to build a sufficient portfolio of real estate so as to become real and immoveable. Gold used to be a touchstone, now it’s land. Trump knows this, as does Putin and the Middle Eastern oil sheiks.
There is an attempt to turn digital platforms into the equivalent of land, but they will always lack reality.
It is an interesting exercise to adopt this belief system and drive around town, seeing only real estate. Dispense with every other relational framework.
Welcome to the world of Trump.
If you live in Gaza or the West Bank, at the total mercy of the real estate speculator, life is not pretty.
As an epilogue, my grandson has introduced me to the Stranger Things series on Netflix; which is very popular with pre teens. Beginning in 2016 it’s now up to season 5. What strikes me is the nostalgia. Set in the provincial 1980s, men are men and women are women, the Russians are still a Communist threat, people smoke cigarettes, kids ride around town on their bicycles (paedophiles are not an issue), shopping mall level capitalism is identified, the science fiction is sort of goofy, the horror not too horrible, digital effects are limited in scope, the picture is grainy and the lighting less than grandiose and so far I haven’t noticed the music. Adults are beginning to be goofy, but are not yet a total right off; the good guy still has the guts to give the bad guy a hiding and it doesn’t end up in court; and there’s still a hint of tenderness and empathy. My twelve year old grandson likes it and likes that I like it so it must mean something to him past the usual distracting youtube fare of young men inventing odd ball things with noisy enthusiasm. I suspect it is a nostalgia, even among the young who have never experienced the nostalgic world being depicted, but somehow sense that the horror and violence and alienation were more manageable back then. And it is important to him that I share that sense.



