Cowed

We’re cowed. Docile. Obedient. They gave us these jobs and we’re grateful. We’re grateful for everything. To have a chance to teach! To have got a job at all. To make our pathetic way. To not be totally destitute. Not to be completely broke, like everyone else. To actually be able to make our debt repayments.

 

We won’t rebel. We’re just happy to have our jobs. We’re just absurdly grateful for our jobs. Grateful to teach indifferent students. Grateful to hole up in our offices, doing our so-called work. Grateful to have a few years … Grateful to pay off our debts … grateful to pretend we’re philosophers, or whatever. God knows! Grateful to be left alone. To be let alone!

 

So we’re just going to acquiesce. We’re just going to give up.

Of course we’re giving up! What have we ever done but give up! We rebel spiritually, not actually. Because we know the futility of rebellion. We resist … mentally. Internally. We resist by being together. By being what we are together. That’s our resistance. By being this.