There is a tendency among liberal-minded people to leave Twitter, saying they cannot justify being in such a toxic environment any more, it has become too right-wing, too Musky. Off to Bluesky, or for a brief time before that, Mastodon, they go. I'm on both, as well as Twitter. But I don't see me making either my primary venue for mumbling into the aether. Not only because some of the most interesting people are still on Twitter, but there is anothe rreason.
I think it's a mistake to leave - and worse, I think it is playing into the hands of the extremists to go. We might feel like we are crying in the wilderness, but surely that is our duty? Someone needs to be a voice for liberalism, for reason, for humanity. And as Granny used to say, "Well Duncan, are you someone or are you no-one?" To leave is to admit defeat, and to surrender the field to the forces of evil.
In the aftermath of the failed revolutions of 1848 and the crushing of Chartism, Arthur Hugh Clough wrote "The Struggle". It is as relevant now as it was then.
Say not the struggle naught availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.
For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light;
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly!
But westward, look, the land is bright!
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