Even a passing look
the history the arts in the twentieth century, confirms the terrible,
unforgiving toll of heroin: the pathway that everyone who begins, unerringly
regrets. It is the near certain ruin of
anyone who succumbs. It’s hard to consider
something that has been more consistently illustrated as inescapably wretched.
If I understand the phenomenon in the U.S., which has gotten
so much attention lately, correctly, many people are prescribed
painkillers. They grow resistant to
these pharmaceutically prescribed pain relief medications and look for
something that will be more effective and perhaps cheaper. The communities which J.D. Vance describes in
his “Hillbilly Elegy” are reckoning with an epidemic of heroin and opioid
usage. Reading about this, as I did, in
the context of a greater, systemic American decline, I considered the precedent
for an entire nation anaesthetising themselves in the face of dynamic of change
and decline.
The British brought opium in the late eighteenth century in
the hopes of finding something the Chinese might actually pay for, something which
they didn’t already have the best of.
Jardine and friends, found opium was a rather special product this
way. If one could get around the law, it
was a fabulous business opportunity. And
with one war and another they forced their way into being able to bring the
drug into the realm through their special extra territorial ports. And as the Chinese civilization lost its
agency, lost its rationale, its definition, the numbing of a people became a
broad norm among a broad swath of Chinese society.
I suspect there are many Chinese who frame their analysis of
this scourge in America in this way. There
is no disruptive foreign power forcing opium on to America at gun point . . .
but perhaps the despair and loss of control and the collective surrendering,
ring out familiar to this civilization that lost its way collectively with that soapy mud.
Monday, 2/13/17
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