This weekend I spent quality alone time with my dear friend the flu. Constrained to my bedroom and passing between states of consciousness and drowsiness, I dedicated my free time to watching documentaries. Beyond the dilemmas of ethics and authenticity, each documentary holds a gem of mental and spiritual stimulation.
After watching a handful of documentaries, I finally surrendered to my burning and irritated eyes. However even after an extra strength Nyquil I could not shake the feeling of katharsis. I lay in bed for what seem to be days, pondering abstractions of justice and humanity. Watching a wide range of films helped me to understand the cruel truth that is my existence.
I dragged myself out of bed and lay on the ground of my small 3×3 foot shower, embracing the warmth of the hot water. As I left the shower chills ran through my body, and I looked in the mirror only to be greeted by the familiar site of my image. My wet hair was slicked back in an ionic fashion, typically associated with wealth. It made me feel sick to my core; rotten and dirty as if I had been dragged through the muds of poverty and pollution I had seen in the documentaries.
The brutal reality finally came crashing down on me. I am nothing more than a spoiled, first-world inhabitant whom is dabbling in insignificant uncertainty. I have made absolutely no contribution to the embitterment of mankind, and in fact have only supported the widening disparity between the rich and poor. I am trapped in a cycle of consumerism and ignorance. The educational system I was brought up in taught us of these social, political, and environmental issues however it was the documentary that finally allowed me to identify the formal dualism associated with the system.
We are all part of a large bureaucratic system that rewards the elite and exploits the weak. What makes this terrifying however, is that the majority of us are aware of this. There are three stages of social activism, awareness, distress, and action. Many exist in a stage of awareness, in which they know of the issues going on, and do not care. It is easy to take for granted the blessings we view as mandatory commodities, such as hot water.
The second stage of activism, distress, is the state the majority of us exist within. We know the problem and its existence bothers us, however we feel unable to make a change. I can speak honestly when I say most of the time I am more concerned for my own well being and journey for wealth than I am for the those less privileged.
A documentaries ability to humanize a character, and make them relateable, regardless of their different life experiences makes it impossible to go on ignoring their pains and struggles. Spike Lee’s fictional filmĀ Do the Right Thing screams the need for active social movement over more passive methods, by illustrating the police forces evil crimes committed against a community who is unwilling to fend for themselves.
All these documentaries made me realize, that just learning and trying to understand the problems doesn’t actually solve anything. As I am now, I am nothing more than a innocent bystander who is guilty of a lethargic existence. If I am not helping, I am hurting, and if I am not attempting to be a hero, I am unknowingly becoming the villain by supporting an unjust system.