We have recently been made aware of the latest in a long succession of social experiments in which the citizens of western nations have been used as proverbial lab rats.
Social Experiment Number 56,483
Changing Culture Through Social Media and Memes
Hypothesis: If we disrupt the cultural norms of a cohesive group of people, and then disparage them for reacting negatively to the disruption, they will accept the changes that are being made to their traditional way of life.
Method: Take twenty-thousand of the poorest people in the world, with a culture that is completely different from western social norms, give them protected status, and house them in a middle-class American suburb with a population of sixty thousand. When the citizens, predictably, complain about the obvious disruption to their daily life, create a defamatory social media campaign against them. Fueled by memes and short, suggestive statements, encourage social media consumers to deride them, belittle them, and accuse them of racism and bigotry.
When I was a little girl, I had an active imagination. When in bed for the night, I made up stories about where I was and what I was doing. Sometimes, I imagined that I was in a boat in the middle of the ocean, looking at the sea creatures, through a round window. Sometimes, I imagined that I was in a tent, at the top of a frozen mountain, shivering and hoping to be saved. Sometimes, I imagined that I was in a forest cabin, being kept warm by a fire that was burning in an old iron stove.
Sometimes, I imagined that I was an animal in a zoo. I was kept in a cage and watched by spectators, as the zookeeper fed me and introduced other animals into my habitat. In this dreamlike scenario, I looked at those who were standing on the other side of the glass, from my controlled environment, interestedly looking back at me. I was unable to fully comprehend them, as they were in a completely different world from my own. I didn’t know them, but they had dominion over every aspect of my life.
I am beginning to wonder if that hadn’t been the stuff of imagination.
During the recent presidential debate, Donald Trump made what was said to be a sensationalist proclamation about Haitian migrants eating pets in the quiet suburban town of Springfield, Ohio. That remark, coming from his mouth, became the most focused on statement of the entire debate.
One would think that an assertation such as that, made by a former, and possibly future, world leader would have shed light on the social issues that are being produced through mass immigration. But, that is not what happened.
Instead, Trump’s words instantly became the content of social media memes designed to scorn and criticize the former president, as well as the citizens of Springfield, Ohio, who had spoken out about unwanted changes having been made to their culture, and concerns regarding the safety of their once peaceful town.
The internet jokes about cats and dogs were soon followed by accusations of bigotry and racism. As we have been conditioned, through past social experiments, to believe that being perceived by society as a racist is tantamount to being a leper, the citizens of Springfield found themselves to be in a difficult position.
If they continued to complain about the effects that the completely foreign culture of the migrants was having on their town, they would be forced carry the scarlet letter of bigotry throughout their life. Like the witches of Salem, they would be burned at the stake for their perceived bias, which had been made, socially, into a crime.
For some, it was already too late. They had made public statements about their concerns, and those statements had been recorded and shared on the world-wide web. The individuals who had come forward with their conviction, to speak about the problems that they were facing, were located, doxed, named, and threatened.
They proved the hypothesis of the experiment to be correct. With hope of returning to a life of peace, they changed their statement. They back-pedaled. They stood in front of the cameras, and said publicly that their own claims about migrants eating animals, and causing unsafe conditions, had been false. Not wanting to attract any further attention of the internet mob, they told the world that they had made up their fears about living with people whose way of life was antithetical to theirs. With the system bearing down on them, they said that they would adjust to the new culture, rather than ask for the new culture to adjust to them.
Yesterday, on social media, I saw pictures and videos of the citizens of Springfield, Ohio, filling Hattian restaurants, in an effort to prove to the world that they are not loathsome bigots deserving the contempt and ridicule of the masses. They smiled and waved for the cameras, so that we would all go back to accepting them as kind, tolerant, good little animals in the zoo.
When a hypothesis is proven, an experiment is deemed successful. I imagine that the social engineers are patting themselves on the back for yet another job well done.
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On June 12, 2022, after four Pfizer injections, my very healthy mom was suddenly diagnosed with stage-IV pancreatic cancer in her left inguinal groin lymph node, B-cell lymphoma, and melanoma. Her immune system had failed completely. The fast-growing tumors spread to her bones, breaking them from the inside. She lived, suffering, until December 13.
I was her full-time caregiver.
Beginning June 11, 2023, day by day, using memories, photos, text conversations, medical records, my journal, and my mom’s journal, I chronicled the story of her disease on Facebook. I told about the progression of her illness, the failed medical response, her unimaginable pain, her experience, my experience, and how her spirit refused to be broken.
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You are definitely onto it! I concur.