‘hope drives us to invent new fixes for old messes, which in turn create ever more dangerous messes. hope elects the politician with the biggest empty promise; and as any stockbroker or lottery seller knows, most of us will take a slim hope over predictable frugality. hope, like greed, fuels the engine of capitalism.’ uh oh. is hope an illusion? must i live without it? what’s that like? is that even possible, or advisable for me? hopeless, but not in the usual, nihilistic sense–real, i hope.
however, a few pages later he writes of injustice; ‘the removal of that confidence [by the tax-shifting new right] has set off a free-for-all that is stripping the earth.’ the removal of confidence creates conditions for the usual kind of hopelessness the world over, and even within.
wright notes, ‘we have the tools and the means to share resources, clean up pollution, dispense basic health care and birth control, set economic limits in line with natural ones.’
he concludes, ‘now is our last chance to get the future right.’
our best hope is we know where we oooppsed before. let’s not hope we do it again.