American Nightmares: The Near-Future Dystopia as Political Warning, from Bradbury to Butler to the Present
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A guide to the American political dystopia. Enter at your own risk.

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An Ode and a Promise

It is Women’s History Month and so we gather to celebrate sisterhood and necessary delusion. BEWARE OF POTENTIAL SPOILERS.

So Long a Letter by Mariama Bâ is a tender, one-sided conversation depicting the deep, platonic love between two women over the course of their lives. I say it’s a conversation because it begins to feel like someone specific is actively listening to this narration as the book goes on. The letter-writer describes the tragedies of one particular aspect of her life while relating the listener’s life in a way that is not quite a comparison but in admiration of how well the listener handled her own challenges.

Still, the letter-writer manages to restore the dignity of her own perspective by explaining why she reacted the way she did versus how people thought she would. She relates the times she found the courage to stand up for herself, what motivated that courage. She manages to show respect for both her own situation as well as her friend’s -the recipient’s- dilemma. Not only that, but she manages to give validity to both her resolution and the friend’s -even though they came to different solutions. It’s quite a mature kind of love that they share, as depicted by the letter.

One of the best things about this book was the palpable recognition of the other’s pain and dignity, the demonstrated (versus theorised) warmth between the two friends.

From what I’ve seen and read of African life, there is a certain taking for granted of the ways in which women experience struggle and pain. It is actually expected that a woman should have a hard life and that part of that endurance is her putting up with all kinds of behaviour from her husband as well as other members of the society. From the description of both lives, we see how they care for each other through societal expectations and norms and all the ways they show it over the years.

This book gave magnitude and acknowledgement to the struggles that the two women faced and did not treat pain as a given, a rite of passage or a noble cause. If you are not suffering nobly for the benefit of somebody else and your entire community, what are you doing with your life? is the tone in many societies. It is brutal how casual people are about a woman’s pain. For that reason alone, this was the right book to read for Women’s History Month.

At the same time, these days in the younger generations there is a whiff of disdain in the air for women who endure -even if the doctrine is still preached and lived. The letter-writer may be framed by some as enduring and ‘lacking self-respect’ but I didn’t see it that way. I thought she tackled her situation the way she could with the resources and obstacles she had. Her choice was what she could manage and she did not lie to herself about the concessions she was making. It is not for black African women to take the solution that seems impossible all the time. They, or we, are not machines -unaffected and constantly running at inhumane rates. And I think the letter writer depicted that in her own way. Sometimes you feel there is only so much you can do and so you act accordingly.

By the way, the letter-writer’s name is Ramatoulaye and the woman I call the listener is Aissatou. The book is set in Senegal, published around 1980.

What of necessary delusion? Here, I’m referring to Lauren Olamina’s inventing a religion to keep herself going through a horrific degradation of her society and environment in Octavia E. Butler’s Parable of the Sower. It reminded me of how black people typically get through hardship in certain environments. My apologies for the generalisation but I mean: I’ve seen people who had to overcome extreme conditions and then adapt to foreign environments act similarly. They set up what surviving would look like and mean to them and then they go forth, regardless of whatever else could go on or what they have to do to get there. That’s why we hold so fast to religions and supernatural beliefs, I suppose.

I’ve heard some black atheists ask why black people insist on believing in the spiritual. I understand it this way: the philosophy is you have to fortify a construct in your mind that you feel cannot fail you and you hold fast to it while also being prepared to do or learn whatever is necessary, forsaking anything that could bring that belief down because it is your fuel and it is how you can survive and keep laughing instead of collapsing from sheer exhaustion and trauma after incredibly difficult circumstances. Because it feels like a duty to not only make it to the other side but to also build something worthwhile where you land. At least this is how we seem to cope. Sometimes what you have to do sounds big and crazy to someone who doesn’t have to do it. But to you, it is simply what you have to do so you find yourself doing it. And it is your faith in whatever you’ve built up in your mind that allows you to do it. Perhaps that’s why to a lot of black people it is not about whether or not God is real, it’s that having a mighty mental construct has simply worked and what works becomes all that matters sometimes. But I digress.

Because of this theme of hope despite brutal circumstances, I found the book comforting because it ended up reading like a survival manual that is centered around how you build mental strength despite your weaknesses and your odds. It was also somewhat realistic because it took into account that Lauren would need other people -and the other people come with their quirks that need to be navigated. No one fits together so perfectly but usually some people will do. Nothing was unduly romanticised, I think, yet… so much hope.

The book brilliantly indicates how you reinforce your sanity during extreme times, and that there needs to be something bigger than just surviving that’s waiting for you at the end of a major struggle. There has to be a whole new mind, complete with beliefs that have replaced the old that did not hold. There has to be a whole new place to grow into, maybe. In the mind and, potentially, in the physical world. And however dangerous this new place could still be, what’s important is that it is promising to some extent and there are people to cultivate it with -whether or not they think exactly the same. That was the best thing about Lauren’s approach to her religion. It did not rob anyone of autonomy and people could take their time to absorb it or reject it altogether. What mattered most was that it worked for her and kept her going. I loved the theme of cooperation instead of domination. That is women at their best for you.

I could have more to say about this book -there’s also the uncanniness of the dates when the events happen, the prophecy of it all, as everyone says- but I want to read Parable of the Talents first.

I read Parable of the Sower in February right after putting it off for October. In the end, I realised it’s best to read the books I find challenging early on in the year. Last year, I put them off then didn’t read some of them at all and put pressure on the later months when I was supposed to be reflecting and rereading leisurely in December. Not doing that again.

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Listening That Changes Everything

DID YOU KNOW

Scripture repeatedly returns to a searching question that reaches beyond belief and presses into posture: not simply what we hear, but how we hear. Across Genesis, the Gospels, and the wisdom literature, God reveals that hearing is never passive. It is relational, moral, and transformative. Jesus’ teaching in Matthew 13 draws together this long biblical thread by exposing the condition of the heart as the decisive factor in spiritual growth. Parables, which often clarify truth, here become instruments of exposure—revealing not God’s reluctance to speak, but humanity’s resistance to listen. The question before us is not whether God is speaking, but whether we are positioned to receive what He says.

Did you know that Scripture treats hearing as a moral posture, not a sensory ability?

When Jesus quotes Isaiah—“For the heart of this people has become dull” (Matthew 13:15)—He identifies the true obstacle to understanding. The issue is not the ears but the heart. In Scripture, the “heart” is the seat of will and desire, not merely emotion. The Greek verb translated “has become dull” implies being thickened or calloused through repeated resistance. Over time, spiritual inattentiveness reshapes perception. This explains why the same gospel message can soften one person while leaving another unmoved. Hearing, biblically understood, is an act of submission before it is an act of comprehension.

This insight reframes the Parable of the Sower. The seed is consistently good; the soils vary. Jesus is not evaluating intelligence, education, or exposure to truth, but receptivity. The path represents a heart hardened by neglect, where the word never penetrates. The rocky soil depicts enthusiasm without depth—initial joy without endurance. The thorns portray divided loyalty, where anxiety and accumulation choke spiritual vitality. Each soil hears the word, yet only one truly receives it. The difference lies not in access to revelation, but in willingness to be shaped by it. Hearing, in God’s economy, is inseparable from humility.

Did you know that fruitfulness is the biblical evidence of genuine hearing?

Jesus makes a decisive move in Matthew 13:23 by linking understanding with transformation. The good soil “hears the word and understands it”—and that understanding is demonstrated through fruit. In biblical thought, understanding (syniēmi) means bringing things together into lived coherence. It is not abstract agreement but embodied obedience. This echoes the wisdom tradition of Ecclesiastes, where mere observation without action leads to futility and despair (Ecclesiastes 4:1–7). Knowledge that does not shape conduct eventually burdens the soul.

Fruitfulness, however, is not uniform. Jesus speaks of yields of thirty, sixty, and a hundredfold, affirming that God does not measure faithfulness by comparison. What matters is correspondence between what has been received and what is expressed. This guards against both pride and discouragement. The hearer who bears thirtyfold is no less faithful than the one who bears a hundred. Each responds according to grace given. What unites them is not productivity, but surrender. Hearing that leads to fruit is hearing that continues—listening again and again, allowing the word to reorder priorities, relationships, and desires over time.

Did you know that anxiety is presented in Scripture as a rival voice to God’s word?

The thorny soil is perhaps the most unsettling because it represents sincere engagement undermined by competing concerns. Jesus names “the cares of the world” as suffocating forces. The Greek term for cares (merimna) refers to mental fragmentation—a divided mind pulled in multiple directions. This aligns closely with Ecclesiastes’ portrayal of restless striving that leaves people isolated and unsatisfied. Anxiety does not usually reject God outright; it crowds Him out. It fills the inner space where trust is meant to grow.

This insight is deeply pastoral. Many believers do not struggle with disbelief but with displacement. God’s word is heard, yet other voices speak louder—fear about the future, pressure to succeed, concern for security. Over time, these voices sap attentiveness and dull spiritual responsiveness. Jesus’ warning is not harsh but honest: divided allegiance leads to diminished vitality. The invitation is not withdrawal from the world, but re-centering the heart so that God’s word remains primary. Hearing well requires intentional resistance to rival narratives that promise stability but cannot deliver it.

As these Scriptures converge, a consistent picture emerges: God desires hearers who are receptive, resilient, and responsive. Hearing is not a momentary event but a cultivated posture. It involves attentiveness to God’s voice, openness to correction, and willingness to be changed. From Abraham’s intercession in Genesis 18, to Jesus’ parables, to the sobering reflections of Ecclesiastes, Scripture affirms that listening precedes healing, growth, and fruitfulness. The promise Jesus holds out is not merely information, but restoration—“and I would heal them.”

As you reflect on these truths, consider your own posture before God. Where does the word tend to fall in your life right now? Are there hardened places shaped by disappointment, shallow places marked by inconsistency, crowded places filled with anxiety, or receptive places ready for growth? This is not a question meant to accuse, but to invite. God continues to sow generously. The soil can be tended. The heart can be renewed. Listening that changes everything begins with humility—a quiet readiness to hear, receive, and follow.

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Careful where you end up

I’ve had a situation recently where I thought I was entering a sanctuary — a place of peace, healing, and connection — in reality, it turned out to be a glorified work camp. The experience was enlightening, in a dark kind of way.

I really love the idea of a sanctuary, a refuge from the insanity of our modern capitalist world. There are all kinds of sanctuaries. Some are totally natural, an others maybe following a specific spiritual path. Either way, it’s nice to have a place that’s far removed from employment, technology, and the rat race. There is something about just being with natural rhythms that is better

Sanctuary is a place set apart as a refuge of safety, peace, and renewal. At its root, the word means “sacred space”– originally the innermost part of a temple where one could encounter the divine, and later a place where people could seek shelter and protection..

One of my favorites is Garths Boulder Gardens, near Joshua Tree in Landers, California. It’s 640 acres — an entire square mile — of desert boulders, caves, and gardens. People have lived there in a relatively free and creative way for decades. I spent a year there myself, so I know it well.

Garth would occasionally say that if people could put in a couple of hours of work a day, that would be enough to take care of the place, but he would never really ask people directly to work. He would always leave it as a possibility or suggestion. Many visitors didn’t contribute much at all, but others worked out of self-motivation, planting gardens, building new spaces, cooking meals, or caring for others. My own contribution was to build one new cob structure every month. Over twelve months I finished twelve projects — my favorites being the Frog Oven and the Boulder Cave, both of which were used often for years afterward. Other residents had their own projects too — gardens, caregiving, cooking, smoothie-making, whatever!

Boulder Gardens is pretty remote, but people worldwide came to visit, sometimes a day, sometimes a week, and sometimes a year (as in my case). The fridges were usually full and “free game” because short-term visitors would leave behind so much food, so there was always something to eat for the seven to ten of us long term residents. Days were magical. I remember early-morning coffee and movie nights with Garth, who gave the place its soul. Garth has since passed on, but my understanding is that the mission has been to keep things as close as possible to the way he intended.

So Boulder Gardens is a true sanctuary. because of the voluntary contributions and minimal obligations, it truly a unique kind of place. It honors creative energy, not forced labor. A place where people can rest, heal, and also express themselves.

But there’s a darker side. There are other places that call themselves sanctuaries but operate more like work camps. In those places you’re not really invited to rest or heal — you’re expected to put in hours of unpaid labor. The work is often presented as necessary and critical, but in reality it’s a shift away from the true spirit of sanctuary and into productivity.

I was at one of these “sanctuaries” recently, traveling there about five times in total over a couple of months. It was an absolutely beautiful location, and one of the most remote places I’ve ever been. While there, I helped out a lot. My partner and I completely cleaned out one house, then a second as well. We scrubbed and sterilized kitchens and bathrooms full of rat droppings. We moved mulch and put protective cages around trees. A front door was repaired here, a wall repaired there. Chickens were fed, goats were milked, gardens were watered — plus hours of travel time, the cost of gasoline, and even spare tires. We jumped to every request made of us.

But it wasn’t for me. The vibe of the place was made crystal clear when I got an email today saying (and these are the property owner’s actual words):

“I am a laborer on this land and anyone else that comes out here also has to wear that hat as well. This is get-your-hands-dirty hard work…. This is not going to be a good fit for you.”

So basically, if you go there you are not a guest — you’re expected to take on the same physical burdens as the landholder. Infrastructure projects are the focus. There is no invitation into silence, spirit, or rest, only into labor. Interestingly, this landlord has a PhD in Theology.

Finally, in the process of helping, I injured myself badly enough to need six stitches in my knee. And then that email came today, which quite literally added insult to injury.

A while back I read Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler. Written in the 1990s, it imagined what California might be like in 2025, (now!) I actually wish I had never read the book because it is such a depressing novel. People were just evil. Work camps were the norm, resembling the Russian gulags. People were dying left and right, and others were enslaved with electronic collars they couldn’t remove, collars that would shock them into submission. A Trump-like figure was fanning the flames of Christian extremism.

In the midst of it all, the protagonist, Lauren Olamina, is trying to create a spiritual philosophy called Earthseed. Its central belief is “God is Change.” Out of this vision, she and her followers eventually establish a community on farmland in Northern California — a sanctuary among the collapse of a moral society, one that she hopes will carry humanity to the stars, and beyond.

I identify with her because I, along with quite a few others I know, am also trying to create sanctuary in the midst of all this chaos. I think this is what people mean when they say “this is a spiritual war against good and evil”. Though we are not in complete social collapse yet, I do see the declining trend here. I think it take maybe another generation. But Butler has positive words also, which echo across time:

“Kindness eases Change. Love quiets fear.” — Parable of the Talents

The heart of sanctuary isn’t labor camps or forced productivity, but kindness, love, and the space to rest and grow. I think it’s a vision worth holding onto, even in a world that often pushes the opposite.

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Looking forward to catch up with these classics.

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