Irony Poison

I wrote this essay in my freshman year of college. Our classes were fully online due to the pandemic. I chose this topic because it holds personal relevance. I was living in Tegucigalpa, Honduras at the time of the coup, and didn’t have the perspective or the knowledge at the time to understand what was happening or what it meant in the grand scheme of things. Reading over it again, this essay is as much an outline of the coup as it is an argument in a mirror, a debate without a real opponent. Someone close to me was much closer to these events than I was, yet despite that (or maybe because of it; I suspect that they might be blinded by their proximity to some of these actors, or they may have blinded themselves to cope with their involvement) they refuse to see what is right in front of them. When I talk of mainstream views, or what should or shouldn’t be acknowledged, try to imagine who I might be arguing with. What views do they hold? Who do they represent? Why do I care what they think?