Tuesday, March 21, 2006

A Lullaby for Freedom . Mika Hannula

Songs of Freedom and Love
For the publication TRIBUTE TO C-CASSETTE,
Catalogue of the exhibition SONGS OF FREEDOM & LOVE


Once upon time, not that far in present history, was a smallish nation state that was proud of its ability and wish to promote freedom and prosperity all across the world. A nation so fond of its own project of organizing freedom that it did not always remember what it was actually trying to do and what did it stand for.

It was a nation shaped by the aim that all the people in the world would love each other and take care of each other. A nation keen on promoting human rights and democratic values.

It wanted freedom and it wanted justice. It wanted all things good and it opposed all things bad.

But then, one sad time, this smallish nation state was caught in a controversy. There was a problem. The smallish nation state was involved in a site and situation in which not all people were friends with one another and not all people were nice to one another. There was a problem and there was a conflict. There were fights and there were violence. There were demands from all sides of the problem that did not match so easily.

The smallish nation still wanted freedom and it still wanted justice, but it got really confused and scared that not everyone can always have it and enjoy it in the same place at the same time. It wanted all but came out short-handed. Bruised and burnt.

The small nation had to do something. And because it thought that the best way to deal with a problem is to look away and deny the problem, it no longer was ready to talk about freedom and justice. The smallish nation shut up. It became very quiet.

Granted, the smallish nation did indeed think that problems would disappear if you look away. One by one, like dominoes. Close your eyes and you have brotherly love and harmony, which is always and in any situation much much better than conflicts and disagreements.

The smallish nation looked actively away and fell silent. It did not dare anymore to talk about freedom. It did not dare to talk about justice. Furthermore, it wanted that nobody else either would talk about these nasty issues. It just wished that everyone would leave it alone and let it continue to live in the illusion that it had fought so hard to achieve. The smallish nation thought it to be utterly unfair that its peace and quietness was disturbed.

The smallish nation was humming a lullaby for freedom, digging its own grave and enjoying it. And while the smallish nation smoothly slid into the woolly domain of pleasant dreams the reality outside kept becoming more and more cruel and devastating. But that, thought the smallish nation, is not its problem. It does, it really does support and wants to have freedom and democracy but only if it does not disturb its afternoon naps. I mean, sighed the smallish nation, is that really too much to ask for? Is it really, it sighed again and again, so damn difficult to believe everything is fine and dandy when it certainly is not?