In the Somerset culling zone the other night I was aware of the disparate and passionate groups. The locals’ gazing at intruders from pub and house windows; the farmers struggling to survive; the straights breaking usual rules of behaviour to protest; the sabs’ approaching things their own way; then at the bottom of the heap is the badger.
It was the most beautiful clear night. Stars were shining over a still, timeless, rural landscape that was occasionally shattered by silenced gun shots going poppoppop. This would be followed by the screaming of injured badgers, dogs barking, and the whistle blowing and noise making of protesters trying to help.
I thought Britain is already divided and at war. All these brave passionate people, pulling each other to pieces over a small, special animal.
Divide and Rule is an archaic technique to control enemies; to take away their power.
There is so much media highlighted injustice in the world today; balanced with inane news feed of B list celebrities and their fluctuating weight and drama queen behaviour.
It is impossible to take it all in. It is easier to focus on a little and try to do something in that small sphere.
So we all focus on a little; the tiny piece of injustice where we might just help, might just make a difference.
It keeps us sane, but as we fight our separate impassioned battles, the root cause of the situation remains stable; growing plumper and more powerful.