Is The World Becoming A Better Place?
Every week I sit down to write this letter and every week feels like the deja vu of Dante’s hell. Murder. Torture. Fear. Bigotry. Rape. The acts we enact upon one another are nothing short of sickening. And they always have been.
I’ve been using the poultice of time on my addled and fearful brain; by this I mean that I am forcing myself to pull the lens as high as my arms will strain so I can see a fuller picture than the shit-storm currently engulfing us.
I realize this article on Quartz is from 2016 — prior to the Orange Reign — but even Trump can’t singlehandedly undermine the fundamental evolution of our species.
The world is becoming a better place.
It’s slow as fuck — maddeningly slow and sometimes the sensation actually feels like falling backwards at high velocity — but…
Philosopher and ethicist Peter Singer explains:
“There have been fewer people killed in wars, or genocides, or other forms of violence in the last decade or two than there have been in any other decade…the number of people killed by terrorists is small compared to the numbers of people killed in car accidents…and the tens of millions of people currently displaced worldwide are outweighed by the hundreds of millions who have been lifted out of extreme poverty over the past 50 years.”
By no stretch of the imagination does this mean we stop fighting — tooth and fucking nail — for every person on this earth to be respected and free (as is their fundamental right as a human), but it’s worth reminding ourselves that we are exacting change.
And we will continue to do so.
With love + rage,
Co-founder | Creative Director
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