Coming to the histrionic-sounding but in fact quite justified awareness that I need to get out of my country before it kills me. Or, more precisely, before I am unable to survive the circumstances. As a proffer of justifiability: most people would not have physically survived the circumstances of my life for the last two months or so. I could have asked to sign on with folks doing confidential work for the government, and I could trudge into the shelters and mazes of charitable aid, but neither of those possibilities is open to me as a moral choice, given my history.
I'll not rehearse the larger claim of right -- the two-page PDF linked to my CV at the WordPress site explains things.
The most troubling aspect for me is that it's clear to me that I didn't just blunder into three corrupt organizations -- this is the way my country works now. You have to go along with the corruption within the mechanism, and -- this is the important bit -- it is thought good that things are this way. Pragmatism. Doing what works, or doing what you have to do, however you might choose to know it. Consider the present character of the federal government.
So, apparently blackballed from employment, housing and the arts that I trained in,. I have only my work, but I do have that, and I can live in such a way as to preserve it against the evil.
Arendt said the evil was banal. I'm coming to the opinion that a better description of the same phenomenon would be that the evil is unnoticeable. It's the people who are banal.