When I first saw the enthusiastic Foxboro casino protesters on TV, the scene was so hauntingly familiar that I couldn't help but be reminded of the sign beside my front door. It reads, "Welcome Friends".
I then made the following prediction:
This is their one day.
After that, they will be ignored by the media, which will focus only on the much more glamorous (albeit withered, sundried and botoxed) casino players (in this case Steve Wynn and Bob Kraft) and search out the most vocal folks in town who do want a casino - so as to create an exciting sense of conflict.
Then there will be talk of how much money the town can get. Yay! Money! Who doesn't like money?!
And the excitement! Newscasters will gush about the possibilities. Every news outlet will create it's own clever attention-getting 'Foxboro Casino' graphic.
Then there will wild projections about how many jobs will be created. How a casino will fit right into the community, provide the very manna from Heaven, and assurances that any potential negative effects, no matter how slim the possibility thereof, can be successfully mitigated by that supreme global humanitarian organization - the gambling industry.
The protesters will be quietly and progressively painted as anti-community and worse, anti-job creation. They are moralists, while casino proponents are realists. They will be reminded that a majority of Massachusetts residents approve of casinos, though no one will mention that this statistic is reversed when people are asked if they would approve of a casino in their own town.
But besides, it's not like we don't already have gambling here anyway.
Protesters will be accused of being hypocrites because they don't also use their limited resources to protest the lottery.
They will be forced to come up with solid numbers to defend every possible criticism, while their counterparts need only keep saying the words 'jobs' and 'money' to anyone who'll listen.
They will endure personal attacks by neighbors who mistakenly believe the gambling industry actually needs their help.
It will only be a matter of time before a guy named Clyde Barrow slithers into town, pretending to be neutral, but presenting inflated figures of the billions Foxboro can 'recapture' from Connecticut and Rhode Island, all painstakenly gathered by counting licence plates on holiday weekends in casino parking lots.
At some point there will be some sort of scandal, perhaps even a criminal charge, but no matter, 'tis only a flesh wound, and the project will barrel on in spite of it.
Back in town, decision makers and local power brokers will be the recipients of vague promises whispered in their ears, and soon, headlines will tout that Foxboro is actually in favor of a casino.
By the time it comes down to a vote, the gambling industry will have quietly dropped so much of it's own manna from heaven in the form of propaganda that it will be difficult to cross the street without tripping over it.
The community will be torn in two. Just like it was in Middleboro.
When it's over, the original protesters will still have their signs, ignored now by the TV cameras, and, tucked under their belts, the sad experience of knowing what it feels like to have a Governor, State Legislature, Attorney General, media and a once-kindly corporate benefactor pretend you don't exist.
And of attempting to participate in a democracy that only serves itself.
Gosh I hope I'm wrong.
Except... on the day of the protest the media did find one woman to say she didn't mind gambling so much. That it would bring money to the town. And besides, if you go to the schools and churches, you're gonna find it anyway.
Yes, of course, because church bingo is EXACTLY the same as a multibillion dollar predatory industry that buys political access, employs deceptive digital and ergonomic technology to reap the majority of it's profits, and can, with a single swipe of your credit card, gain access to your entire financial portfolio, then send over a free drink to encourage you to lose it.
The next day on TV they were interviewing some rosy-cheeked football spectators outside Gillette stadium for their point of view, which ranged from delighted to jubilant over the prospect of a free-drink-selling slice of Las Vegas a mere footbridge away.
There was no mention whether or not these folks were actually residents of Foxboro or nearby towns.
Then came the nauseating interview with Kraft and Wynn, elaborating on their plans to save the world through the fabulous, painless, odorless, risk-free, God-ordained gift of gambling.
They promised that the new casino wouldn't be one of those garish, neon-spattered monoliths you can find on the strip in Vegas, but more on the lines of an unobtrusive, cuddly, gentle little casino, nestled in the woodsy heart of the deepest forest where an Ewok might feel at home.
Or perhaps not unlike the gingerbread covered cottage stumbled upon by Hansel and Gretel.
Ah, another town, another poor bunch of folks getting steamrolled by promises, lies, ignorance, greed and neglect.
Just another day in Casino World, where it's all downhill from there.
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