The word hope is tossed around like Halloween candy corn. For those of us who have lost hope, its sickening sweet flavor and bright colors are repugnant. We may want to believe that the injustices of oppression can be lifted from our communities and from our nation. But most of us, who are honest with ourselves know we are stricken with hopelessness -- that the death of our ideals were buried in the vast children's cemetery with billions of others. Despite the vast changes brought about positive thinking and spiritual exercises, our best thinking still falls prey to the oppressor's propaganda; "nothing will ever change." Those words haunt us relentlessly.
Grudgingly, we push ourselves to move ahead despite our feelings, because we have been conditioned to function without hope for so long that it doesn't matter. Some of us play at being hopeful, we consider the prospect of hope, but we cannot actually be hopeful. Perseverance eludes us. We often settle back and rationalize: "let someone else carry the ball, for a change."