Fascisme Ordinaire

I glimpsed fascism and reacted how you probably would

I am crawling in a muddy ditch on my elbows and knees. A trickle of sewage runs between my legs. The stench is nauseating. I am holding on to the filthy shoes of the person ahead of me, trying not to accidentally get hit in the face. If I let go, I will be punished. I do not lift my head up. That also, is not permitted. I sense the elders…