Animal Farm

At first reading, now in 2012, Orwell’s Farm gives you the same clues that incited the “intelligence” of the Eastern bloc and the “outraged” around the world: it seems a political satire on the communist system. It remains the same videotape that circulated with care and panic before ’89 and in the early years of Eastern democracy. And that’s it, that’s how Orwell wrote it, and that’s how it can be read at any time. But in the current context, on closer reading, the book’s message spans decades and demonstrates that demagoguery, hypocrisy, and lying are the tools of any political system. It is not important what those who lead us say, but how they say it. You can create panic out of nothing or, on the contrary, a totally unsustainable stupid happiness, depending on your needs.

I think that “Animal Farm” is primarily a text about politicians as a human species, about an inexplicable drunkenness of power for the innocent but also about the imbecility of the masses who allow themselves to be ruled without appeal. If for the individual what is happening to him is unacceptable, for the great mass it is perfectly valid.
This text explains any political regime of one extreme or another, any genocide, any destruction of human dignity.
Out of the need for self-preservation we will be able to close our eyes to any injustice.
Man is able to adapt before he gets indignant, to accept before he gets angry.
We will always find reasons to choose not to act, mitigating circumstances for our inability to revolt.
And on this is based the political power, on our eternal “castrating” sleep.