I thought this was really intresteing, so I copied it from another blog.
From "The Culture of Make Believe" by Derrick Jensen:
"Each holocaust is unique. The destruction of European Jewry did not
look like the destruction of the American Indians. It could not,
because the technologies involved were not the same, the targets were not
the same, and the perpetrators were not the same. The shared
motivations and certain aspects of their socialization, to be sure, but
they were not the same. Similarly, the slaughter of Armenians (and
Kurds) by Turks did not (and does not) look like the slaughter of
Vietnamese by Americans. And, just as similarly, the holocausts of the
twenty-first century will not, and do not already, look like the great
holocausts of the twentieth. They cannot, because society has
progressed.
And every holocaust looks different, depending on the class to which
the observer belongs. The Holocaust looked far different to
high-ranking Nazi officials and to executives of large corporations —
both of whose primary concerns would have been how to maximize
production and control, that is, how to most effectively exploit human
and nonhuman resources — than it looked to good Germans, whose primary
concerns were as varied as the people themselves but probably included
doing their own jobs — as immoral as those jobs may have been from an
external perspective — as well as possible; may have included feelings
of relief that those in power were finally doing something about the
"Jewish Problem"; and certainly included doing whatever they could not
to notice the greasy smoke from crematoria (constructed with the best
materials and faultless workmanship). The Holocaust, then, also looked
different to good Germans than to those who resisted, whose main
concerns may have been how to bring down the system. And, it looked
different to those who resisted than it did to those who were the
untermenschen, whose main concerns may have been staying alive, or
failing that, dying with dignity.
Manifest Destiny looked different to Indians than it did to J.P.
Morgan. American slavery looked different to slaves than it did to
those whose comforts and elegancies were based on slavery, and than it
did to those for whom free black labor drove down their wages.
What will the great holocausts of the twenty-first century look like? It depends on where you stand. Look around.
If you're in group one, the decent White men, your postmodern
holocausts will be, as most, barely visible, and, at least, a price
you're willing to pay, as Madelaine Albright said about killing Iraqi
children. The holocausts will probably share similarities with other
holocaust, as you attempt to maximize production — to "grow the
economy," as you might say — and when necessary, you attempt to
eradicate dissent. This means the holocaust will look like a booming
economy beset by shifting problems that somehow always keep you from
ever reaching the Promised Land, whatever that might be. The holocaust
will look like numbers on ledgers. It will look like technological
problems to be solved, whether these problems are increasing your access
to necessary resources, dealing with global warming, calming unrest on
the streets, or figuring what to do about too many unproductive people
on land you know you know could be put to better use. The holocaust
will look like houses with gates, limousines with bulletproof glass, and
a military budget that can never stop increasing (just yesterday I read
that President Bush the Second wants to increase the military budget
another $18 billion dollars, to $343.5 billion (not including classified
budgets as well as book-keeping shenanigans such as not including
interest on military-related debt, the inclusion which would boost the
total to $640 billion): Note that for about $6.4 billion — as much as
the U.S. military spends on a three-day weekend — sanitary water could
be provided for every human being who lacks it; but, of course, sanitary
water for human beings has never been the point, or we would never have
destroyed our water supplies in the first place). The holocaust will
feel like economics. It will feel like progress. It will feel like
technological innovation. It will feel like civilization. It will feel
like the way things are.
If you are in the second group, you will continue to be co-opted
into supporting a system that does not serve you well. Perhaps, the
holocaust will look like a new car. Perhaps it will look like eating a
bar of chocolate. Perhaps it will look like lending your talents to a
major corporation — or, more broadly, towards economic production — so
you can make a better life for your children. Perhaps it will look like
working as an engineer for Shell or an assembly line for General
Motors. Maybe it will look like basing a person's value on his or her
employability or productivity. Perhaps it will look like anger at
Mexicans or Pakistanis or Algerians or Hmong who compete with you for
jobs, and who, of course, because they don't live like fully human
beings, can afford to work for less. Perhaps it will look like outrage
at environmentalists who want to save some damn suckerfish, even (or
especially) if it impinges on your property rights, or if it takes water
you need to irrigate, to make the desert bloom, to make the desert
productive. Maybe it will feel like continuing to do a job you hate —
and that requires so little of your humanity — because, no matter how
you try, you can never seem to catch up. Maybe it will feel like being
tired at the end of each day, and just wanting to sit and watch
television. Such is how it was during the Third Reich, as when Goebbels
said, "The broadcasting programs need to be put together in such a way
that while they still cater for sophisticated tastes, they are also
pleasing and accessible to less demanding listeners . . . They should
offer an intelligent and psychologically skillful blend of what is
informative, stimulating, relaxing, and entertaining. Of these,
relaxation deserves special care . . . giving them a right to recuperate
and refresh themselves during the first few hours when they are off
work". Such is how it is now in Mexico, where Emilio Azcarraga, the
billionaire head of the Mexican media giant Televisa, which has ties to
the largest U.S. media firms, says, "Mexico is a country of a modest,
very fucked class, which will never stop being fucked. Television has
the obligation to bring diversion to these people and remove them from
their sad reality and difficult future." I leave it to American readers
to decide the degree to which this holds in the United States. As for
me, I'm going to be watching "Who Wants to Be A Millionaire?".
If you're in the subsection of the third group, who might someday
resist but don't know where to put your rage, the holocaust might look
like armed robbery, auto theft, assault. It might look like joining a
gang. It might look like needle tracks down the insides of your arms,
and might smell like the bitter, vinegary stench of tar heroin. Or
maybe it smells minty strong, like menthol, like the sweet smell of
crack brought into your neighborhood at the behest of the CIA. Or maybe
not. Maybe it's the unmistakable smell of the inside of a cop car, and
a vision through the rear view mirror of a little girl eating an ice
cream cone, with the knowledge that never in your life will you see that
sight again. Maybe it looks like Pelican Bay, or Marion, or San
Quentin, or Leavenworth. Or maybe it feels like a bullet in the back of
the head, and leaves you dying on the streets of New York City,
Cincinnati, Seattle, Oakland, Los Angeles, Atlanta, Baltimore,
Washington D.C.
If you're a member of the subsection of group three, already working
against the centralization of power, against the system, then, maybe,
from your perspective, the holocaust looks like rows of black armored
policemen, and it smells like tear gas. Maybe it looks like lobbying a
Congress that has never served you. Maybe it looks like the destruction
of place after wild place, and feels like an impotence sharp as a
broken leg. Maybe it looks like staring down the barrel of an
American-made gun in the hands of a Columbian man wearing American-made
camo fatigues, and knowing you life is over.
For those of the fourth class, the simply extra, maybe it looks like
the view from just outside the chain link fence surrounding a chemical
refinery, and it smells like Cancer Alley. Maybe it looks like children
with leukemia, children with cancer of the spine, children with birth
defects. Maybe it feels like the grinding ache of hunger that has been
your closest companion since you were born. Maybe it looks like the
death of your daughter from starvation, and the death of your son from
diphtheria, measles, or chicken pox. Maybe it feels like death from
dehydration, when a tablet costing less than a penny could have saved
your life. Or maybe it feels like nothing. Maybe it sounds like
nothing, looks like nothing. What does it feel like to be struck by a
missile in the middle of the night, a missile traveling faster than the
speed of sound, launched from a thousand miles away.
Maybe it feels like salmon battering themselves against dams,
monkeys in steel cages, polar bears starving on a dwindling ice cap,
hogs confined in crates so small they cannot stand, trees falling to the
chainsaw, rivers poisoned, whales deafened by sonic blasts from Navy
experiments. Maybe it feels like the crack of a tibia under the
unforgiving jaws of a leghold trap.
Maybe it looks like the destruction of the planet's life support
systems. Maybe it looks like the final conversion of the living to the
dead.
As much as I cannot help but see the similarities between prisons
and concentration camps, it seems to me a grave error to count on
Zyklon-B-dispensing showers to mark the new holocaust. Perhaps the new
holocaust is dioxin in polar bear fat, metam sodium in the Smith River.
Perhaps it comes in the form of decreasing numbers of corporations
controlling increasing portions of our food supply, until, as now, three
corporations control more than 80 percent of the beef market, and seven
corporations control more than 90 percent of the grain market. Perhaps
it comes in the form of these corporations, and governments which
provide the muscle for them, deciding who eats and who does not.
Perhaps it comes in the form of so much starvation that we cannot count
the dead. Perhaps it comes in the form of all of these, and in many
others I could not name even if I were able to predict.
But, this I know. The pattern has been one of increasing efficiency
in the destruction and increasing abstraction. Andrew Jackson himself
took the "sculps" of the Indians he murdered. Heinrich Himmler nearly
fainted when a hundred Jews were shot in front of him, which was surely
one reason for the increased use of gas. Now, of course, it is all done
by economics.
And, this I know, too. No matter what form it takes, most of us
will not notice it. Those who notice will pay too little attention. We
will follow the rules layed down by Noah and his remaining sons and we
will walk backward to not see our father's nakedness. It does not
matter how great the cost to others or even ourselves, we will soldier
on. We will, ourselves, walk quietly, meekly, into whatever form the
gas chambers take, if only we are allowed to believe they are
bathrooms."
