Sunday, June 14, 2015

SM Johnson ~ Love Letters ~ Cui Bono

One of the most enlightening lessons I was ever taught, I was taught on purpose. It seems odd to me that I needed someone to teach it to me, but there you are. I was young, in high school; I was white, and I was a middle class kid whose every need was well and easily met, with little effort on my part. There were expectations, yeah - I had to work so I could pay for gas and insurance if I wanted to drive the car, and I had to maintain decent grades if I wanted to have an after school job. I didn't necessarily have to do much else, however, as far as chores and such, since going to school and making the grades was considered my primary "job." I had a curfew. I was expected to follow the rules. Not get arrested. Not get in trouble. I was fully expected to go to college and continue my middle class upbringing. Oh - there was also a sort of unspoken expectation that I was to marry well. Preferably above my current station.

So yeah, I needed some teaching.

And who better to teach me than a punk anarchist, my friend Jeremy, the inspiration for my book Jeremiah Quick.

There are some autobiographical bits buried in there, I do admit, although the story itself is by no means autobiographical.

Jeremy was somewhat astounded that a person could be seventeen years old and just simply accept everything she was told without thought, question, or investigation. Sometimes I'm a little astounded, too, and infinitely grateful that he challenged so many of my "beliefs" - that he taught me to follow the chain of 'who benefits?' as far as thought process analysis. This has become all the links in my chain of thinking, really - from news stories to well, almost everything.

Why do I have to see my doctor every three months? Oh, because I have a diagnosis of "diabetes" and the insurance company will PAY for me to see her every three months.

The thing is, in a capitalist society, you can trace almost every cui bono back to dollars. Think it through.

Watch the news. Listen for what they're (the media, the government, those in power) not telling you. And ask yourself... who benefits?

Keep asking.

What you figure out when you use your brain, or do your own research, might surprise you. Trust yourself, because the truth is, you're probably pretty damn smart. At least smart enough to figure out who benefits.

Hope you're having a wonderful weekend, darklings. And if you haven't done so already, don't forget to check out my latest release, DeVante's Children, available for kindle at Amazon and in all ebook formats at Smashwords. Hopefully all formats are pretty and typo-free at this point! And reviews - I would adore you to the end of eternity if you'd leave reviews at Amazon, Smashwords, or Goodreads.

Thanks much!

1 comment:

  1. I got distracted and wanted to leave more examples than my personal doctor visit dilemma, although I could give you 20 examples related to my diabetes diagnosis (eyeroll).

    But think of other issues you see in the news or flashed into the blogosphere too - the use of food stamps is a new debate - where people should be allowed to use them and what they should be allowed to buy... Should people in poverty be "allowed" to eat steak? Chips? Coca-cola? Shop at convenience stores? What if the poorest neighborhoods don't have a grocery store? One or two kids in a stroller and a couple week's worth of groceries is going to be some kind of trek on the bus... And who benefits from all this bitching anyway? The complainers with their sense of entitlement? Certainly not the people struggling to survive day to day...

    Back to my personal crap... Who benefits from the drugs I'm taking that aren't controlling my blood sugars? The drug companies, sure. My clinic system, yeah, they get to keep running labs that keep proving my treatment isn't working, and bill my insurance for their portion, and me for the portion left over. And I pay a co-pay every three months so I can keep paying the rest... Until finally I get fed up and take control and say STOP! Let me talk to the experts, please. Which is initially more expensive, right? But the round and round we go taking meds that don't work finally stops. And now, at least, one of the people who benefits is ME.