The Trial and the Testimony - a short story

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- Jon Rappaport

The Trial and the Testimony

2042AD

On a spring morning in the year 2042, Citizen Smith Q Smith was brought into North America Regional Court 12, in New Baltimore. The room was empty, except for Smith, the Magistrate, and three soldiers.

The Magistrate opened with the following statement: “Citizen Smith, this is a hearing, not a trial. However, I can and will pass judgment. I will now read a statement you recently published in an online magazine called Extinct Species Comes Back:

“Here is yet another area where experts and meddlers want to have the last word.

“More and more, civilization is becoming a structure in which other people are expected to pass judgments on your existence, as if by specialized knowledge and political entitlement, they have that right.

“But whatever your personal reality might be, and however you view what other people say about it, you’re the final arbiter. In the end, you decide.

“There is more. In certain quarters, it’s assumed that every individual has his own reality, and it is well formed and clear and whole, like an apple or a plum.

“Is this actually true?

“And if it is, does this reality come from a subconscious source, whose dictates are both invisible and binding? Does a person do no more than act out what is given to him?

“Why should anyone believe that? Where is the evidence?

“It’s quite convenient for someone to say, ‘Well, my reality is handed to me and I take action based on it.’ Convenient, because then he can excuse his own lethargy, his limited ambition, his preference for passivity, his unwillingness to find a larger vision that will stimulate him to take significant action in the world.

“As a result: ‘I don’t know what my reality is, but whatever it is, it underlies all my beliefs and judgments and decisions…so I take it easy, because I’m just along for the ride.’

“Psychology and psychiatry certainly support this attitude. These pseudoscientists are more than happy to step in and chatter about your reality and make their pronouncements ring with authority. Like news broadcasters, they pick up their paychecks based on their ability to sound like they know what they’re talking about. Ditto for religious leaders, who would like you to think they have the whole cosmos mapped out.

“Here is another way to approach this issue: you invent your own reality.

“You have the widest possible latitude in doing so.

“You aren’t bound by what other people think or say.

“You’re not already playing a severely limited hand. The cards haven’t been dealt.

“The most ‘reasonable’ exhortations about people having pre-formed ‘patterns,’ about which they can do nothing, is a sham. It’s a way to sound intelligent and ‘realistic,’ that’s all. It’s just another excuse.

“Here is yet another avenue of approach: you don’t have to invent a full-blown reality at all. Instead, invent a vision of what you want, what you most profoundly desire.

“That would lead you to the question, ‘What do I want?’

“Answering it is an adventure. Your adventure. No one else’s.

“Instead of trying to rearrange your beliefs or eradicating some of them and substituting others; instead of trying to fit in; instead of trying to transform your perception directly—discover what you most profoundly desire, flesh out a vision of its fulfillment in the world, and pursue that fulfillment with great energy.

“I can tell you this. If you do it, all sorts of answers to questions will pop up along the way, spontaneously, and they will be your answers.”

The Magistrate nodded and fell silent. He waited for a full minute, and then he said: “Citizen Smith, I hardly know where to begin. Your statement violates many regulations issued by the Speech Commission of North America. You could be quarantined in your home. You could be sent to a re-education facility in Nova Scotia for an extended period. You could be cut off from all electronic means of communication. You could be placed in a labor squad on Plum Island. But you’re in luck. The North American Health and Human Services Force has used your comments in an experiment. A survey. And it turns out that, out of 4000 people chosen at random, only two had any idea what you were suggesting in your comments. This is heartening. What you stand for is going extinct. It makes no sense to the modern mind. Not only that, people are proud to say they don’t know what you’re talking about. They feel inspired by their own lack of comprehension. They feel elevated. Superior. Therefore, at least for the moment, you’re free to write and publish your views online. They will be used in further polls and surveys. You are, shall we say, a marker of where we are as a society. This, I hope you understand, is a privilege. Case closed.”


Smith wandered out into the sunlight. He stood on a street corner and watched people moving by. They were looking at a large hologram floating above traffic: it depicted a few dozen citizens of various regions standing in a circle, holding hands, singing one of the official ‘love tunes’ in a language he barely understood.

On a whim, Smith waved his arms, did a little dance. Nobody looked his way. Nobody noticed.

Interesting, he thought. He stood quietly in that spot for an hour. Finally, a man walked over to him and said, “Why aren’t you looking at the holo?”

“It’s boring,” Smith said.

The man laughed. “Let’s get out of here,” he said. “There are people I want you to meet.”

Suddenly, the holo disappeared. So did the street and the people and the traffic.

“What the hell just happened?” Smith said. He shivered like a dog coming out of the rain.

“Your eyes adjusted,” the man said. “Look around you.”

Smith saw they were standing on a road. The road led to a small forest, and beyond the forest a few towers rose.

“Those towers belong to a few of us,” the man said. “We’re the only ones who know they’re there.”

They began walking.

Jon Rappoport
 
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