So the question who won? is a good one, if you are a sports fan, but not when applied to the Democratic (or Republican) candidates' debates. Better to sing "Mrs. Robinson" along with Simon and Garfunkel: "Going to the candidates' debate/Laugh about it, shout about it/When you've got to choose/Every way you look at it you lose."
Those writers who wish to help their fellow prisoners should refuse to be herded into doing the work of their jailers and using language in a way that suggests the game is not fixed and they are not being seduced, as Benjamin Braddock (Dustin Hoffman), the recent Williams College graduate, willingly was by Mrs. Robinson in the 1967 film, "The Graduate." Ben may have been put off by the suggestion that his future lay in "One word: plastics," but if he were graduating from Williams or any other elite college and university this year or in any of the past twenty-five, a top career choice, flashing dollar signs, would be in the financial "services" industry, where he could join the financial tyrants in the use of cyberspace to imprison most of the world. Our universities have become human "resources" departments (as people have become commodified resources like copper or nickel) for financial capitalism and the whole complex that ex-CIA analyst Ray McGovern calls "the Military-Industrial-Congressional-Intelligence-Media-Academe-Think-Tank (MICIMATT) complex, in which the corporate-controlled media play the sine-qua-non today."
Alternative writers should refuse to rate the candidates or discuss their debates, but, like John Berger, think historically, structurally, and imaginatively, finding "enclaves of the beyond" for their fellow prisoners, little gifts, sunlight and blue sky through the jail cell's window, not prizes for the winners. That is not dissidence.
And while I am a harsh critic of the digital revolution, I realize Berger is right when he says:
"Prisoners have always found ways of communicating with one another. In today's global prison, cyberspace can be used against the interests of those who first installed it. Like this, prisoners inform themselves about what the world does each day, and they follow suppressed stories from the past, and so stand shoulder to shoulder with the dead. In doing so, they rediscover little gifts, examples of courage, a single rose in a kitchen where there's not enough to eat. Indelible pain, the indefatigability of mothers, laughter, mutual aid, silence, ever-widening resistance, willing sacrifice, more laughter".The messages are brief, but they extend in the solitude of their (our) nights. The final guideline is not tactical but strategic."
"Meanwhile" is a hopeful word. It implies that we are between times and the future is coming. It can only be different if we do not play our jailors' game, buy their lingo, and discuss the fixed quiz show that is American presidential politics."Liberty," concludes Berger "is slowly being found not outside but in the depth of the prison."