Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today we’re returning to the far flung planets of Andor, where our hero Cassian has found himself in a whole heap of trouble. Not that he’s actively trying to be a hero or anything; he’s only seeking his sister, lost in the fallout of whatever happened back on Kentari. But it is rarely an innate sense of heroic responsibility that leads us to enact great changes on our world; just like the unfortunate string of coincidences that led to Cassian’s downfall, heroism is mostly our retroactive designation for a combination of desperation, opportunity, and luck.
Andor has done an excellent job of grounding its drama in mundane realities, and of emphasizing how, when lodged under the heel of oppression, most people simply carve out a nook where they can be pressed down upon with greater comfort and security. That in turn increases its sense of urgency; with no hope of a messiah lifting these people out of their circumstances, the threats they face feel that much more implacable, and their small acts of solidarity and rebellion that much more essential. We don’t need to be heroes to fight what seems inevitable; we simply need to embrace solidarity over comfort. Rebellion is housing the hunted, hiding the knife, keeping the secret. Fascism’s greatest strength is its presumption of inevitability; in truth, defeat is only inevitable if we believe it so.