I tend not to believe much in politics; only in the past few years did I begin to think about my own past, and why that might be – after all I was sixteen when Nixon made Watergate; a few years later I moved to San Francisco, to a thriving arts community, just in time for the disastrous Reagan years and the slashing of all arts funding, which left us without work or vocations in a world of rapidly increasing homelessness and greed-oriented inequality. And of course the dramas of my life have occurred around AIDS – being left in the lurch by Reagan/Bush administrations in the 1980s, and being deported from Australia by the Howard administration five years ago. Not to mention that, although I normally vote Democrat, I've had so many experiences of the contemporary weakness and cluelessness of that party – Carter, Clinton, etc.; if only they had backbones, if only they cared enough to actually change things – a vain hope.
So I tend to assume that all politicians are either ideologically against anything I care about, or far too wrapped up in their own selfish needs to give a damn whether the segments of society I occupy are taken care of or not. My default position tends to be: keep your head down, maybe the government won't notice you – because if they do they'll certainly nail you to the wall.
Two weeks ago we did one of our AIDS presentations, this one for a group of psychology students; one of them asked the (faintly irritating but very perceptive) question, What are you most afraid of? The other two speakers answered as you might expect, talking about death, illness, incapacity. I said – and you may not choose to believe this, but it's true – that death and illness no longer seemed particularly frightening to me; unpleasant or frustrating, but not frightening. Perhaps that's why I got named Nachiketas; to most people it must sound as though I'm pretending to not be scared of something that supposedly scares everyone on earth, or as though I'm simply fooling myself – but, quite honestly, I think I can imagine my own death and illness fairly accurately (I have a lot of experiential data, after all), and it really doesn't worry me.
What scares me – and I was a bit surprised myself, to hear myself say this – is the prospect of being sick far from home, in a country that has decided not to take care of me, and unable to leave. (There are, of course, plans to wreck parts of the NHS, or national health system, that has taken such generous care of me in the four years I've been in the UK; I do notice the news when it refers to that.) Essentially, the fear of being stranded: having learned from the Australian debacle that governments don't care about abusing foreign nationals (after all, you can't vote them out, can you?), I am wary and somewhat careful about living overseas. The illusion that all rich, developed, mostly white countries would never maltreat members of other rich, developed, mostly white countries is just that: an illusion – think how quickly that could vanish in any atmosphere of political change. And no government in their right mind would regard a foreign national with AIDS as anything but a liability.
Does this sound implausible to you? Think of it this way: I fall ill, and become incapable of doing my job; after some months my medical leave ends, and I am terminated. My access to UK health care ends with my work permit and national insurance number; or, of course, changing laws mean that, even with employment, my UK health care ends. It becomes impossible to pay the rent here, and too expensive to move my belongings and books back to the US – I sell them all, at of course an enormous loss (who buys second-hand stuff?), while still too ill to really figure out what's going on. And on my return to the US, since I haven't worked there or paid taxes in ten years, I am not eligible for many disability or medical programs; it takes some months to get this even half straightened out, and what I am eligible isn't enough to cover medications or care; and meanwhile, if I have moved back to a big expensive city (where I can't really afford to live), there might be local grassroots programs to help me out – I remember the boxes of old medications at Body Positive in Los Angeles (probably acquired from people that had died) – or alternatively I don't land in a big city, and have no support at all. Trust me: I've been to this place before – it really does exist, even for middle-class citizens of a rich country; and there aren't many ways up from there.
I suppose all this avoidance of politics sounds odd, and as though it doesn't fit with some of my professional work: after all I support a journal on Music & Politics, and much of my work is supposedly political. But that's all about identity politics, and my approach is very much focused on identity, subjectivity, personal freedom: which is, rather obviously I suppose, a politics that is based on the assumption that "real" politics (i.e. governments, armies, courts, etc.) cannot be productively influenced. It is, admittedly, a politics of retreat: but one I've come to in an honest fashion, I suppose.
Of course, you can't always keep your head that far down: rapidly developing, potentially enormous, war scenarios in south Asia, the Mideast, and of course now North Korea could easily result in a world war polarized along religious lines, or the kind of nuclear scenario that we worried about for decades during the (former) Cold War. But again, I tend to assume I can't do anything about it, and can only hope that none of the selfish, fanatical, power-obsessed people in charge does anything too terrifically stupid –
Anyway: I keep my head down.