The line was crossed

by MG

There is a line somewhere between culture and faith; between civilization and religion. It has a point where the past’s authority on present becomes absolute. This fine, almost invisible, line demarcates where our legacy is no more a font of ideals, inspiration and ideas but starts to sputter and spew prejudice, parochialism and braggadocio. It is where “what we are” starts to impede “what we can be”, and passions cloud all reason.

At some time this line was crossed with a momentum fueled by a cocktail of victimhood, neurosis and triumphalism, which ate away all scruples.  I do not know when or where did it happen, but January 22nd was a loud announcement that it definitely did.