doesn't seem to be so, as the wheels of Mexico creak forward on their slow revolution. Europe raises herself from the ash and holds out a hand to her poor and damaged. But if Truman calls for any change, education improvements, or Social Security, a chorus shouts him down: welfare state, collectivism, conspiracy. What an extraordinary state of things, we are the finished product. A rock thrown in the canyon rolls neither uphill or down, it's frozen in place.
by Barbara Kingsolver
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The quote reflects on the stagnant state of social progress in America, suggesting that while some nations like Mexico exhibit change, the U.S. seems trapped in a pre-existing condition. The metaphor of a rock frozen in a canyon illustrates the inertia in the political landscape, with significant shifts in policy being met with resistance. The author's commentary hints at a disconnect between the needs of society and the prevailing attitudes towards welfare and social reforms.

Moreover, the passage critiques the rejection of calls for reform by leaders like Truman, who sought to promote education and social security. Instead of embracing these advancements, a vocal opposition brands such efforts as collectivism or conspiracy. This illustrates a larger issue where potential improvements are stifled by fear and ideology, leaving society to grapple with its current state without the hope for significant change or growth.

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