Thinking

“I don't know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely”

Often father and daughter look down on mother (woman) together. They exchange meaningful glances when she misses a point. They agree that she is not bright as they are, cannot reason as they do. This collusion does not save the daughter from the mother’s fate.

I hate money. I hate having to think about it. I hate having to use it to measure what’s valuable. I hate that amassing it is a measure of a person’s worth. I hate that some human beings’ inability to gather enough of it means they should be thrown away. I hate the way it dominates all our lives, the way it dominates society. The thing I hate the most about money is that it isn’t neutral when it should be. Other people hate money too. They hate having to organize every part of their lives around it. They hate having everything they require to survive (food, shelter, clothing, medicine) being held ransom to it. They hate their children’s futures being held at gunpoint by it. They hate the constant, prickling fear of living pay check to pay check. They hate the indignity of low wages for honest work (if they’re even paid at all anymore). They hate money and how it’s used to control and demean them and coerce their participation in the injustices being perpetrated against them. They hate feeling enslaved.