e, promoters of change in amerikka, hardly ever stop to think about the privileges that we enjoy on a daily bases. It goes deeper than just the constitutional rights of this country. Such as the right to assembly, the freedom of religion, the right to bare arms, etc, to one basic and perennial human right that we forget to think about, more so than the others. And that’s the freedom of speech.
Sure, in some sector of amerikkka’n life, if you voiced your opinions about something you held dearly to your heart—such as homosexuality, and how its an abomination, you can be silenced. But not by the government, but by the citizens of this country; whom uphold and exercise their constitutional rights on each other—acting as lesions of astute chauvinism and constitutional principality for this government.
I say all of that to say this, in third world countries, where their constitutional beliefs are not all that strong—seeded in the ideological soils of a watery terrain—constantly subjected to ever changing idealism, thus, the juxtaposition of basic human freedoms and constitutional aspirations are constantly being blurred—for if you tried to exercise your human right, such as the freedom of speech, you would silenced by the government.
The latter makes one think about one’s own country; Nigeria, and currently the government of president Good Luck Johnathon and their obvious corruptions and political mouthpieces saying to the people—” do as I say, not as I do.” And if one dared to speak up against their corruptions, that person would be, thanks to the insight of my politically-conscious father, in his own words—“: visited by the secrete police and never to be seen again, and the case goes nowhere.”
Then, you have Azar Nafisi, in her chilling book entitled “Reading Lolita in Tehran,” where she describes in many cases, during the eight year long war between Iraq and Iran, citizens, and sometimes even children, who dared spoke up against the regime, would be silenced. In one specific example, in page 203 of her latter book—as she and “Farideh,” tried to tell “Mina,” how much they appreciated her and “Mina’s” favorite brother, whom was unafraid to speak his mind, subsequently causing him to be silenced by the regime—-when she said “Her favorite brother, the president of a large company, had been arrested at the start of the revolution, unlike most, he refused to put up with the new regime. Although he was not politically active, he supported the monarchy and like his sister he spoke his mind, even in jail. He had been insolent and that was enough. He was executed……”
So, as much as I may talk badly about this country, and throw literal dirt on its name, I do appreciate the fact that I can safely criticize the government, and the current administration of president Barrack Obama without the risk of being visited by a secrete police or being executed. Well, maybe I’m being a little too unambiguous and self-delusional about the dirt that’s constantly being swept underneath the prodigious carpet of this freedom sucking piece-meal government—from the genesis of 9/11 to contemporary, the Boston bombings, Sandy Hook, the baby-touting-menopausal Afrikan amerikka’n women in Washington D.C. the theater shooter, Ferguson, Mo. and beyond.
From the beginnity of the aforementioned and through out, those events has dramatically caused this country to scale back on the natural god-given—sorry, white man-given constitutional rights, such as the right to privacy. After, the marathon bombings in Boston; swat teams raided homes without warrants and turned the entire city to a military-occupied fiasco. Then, after 9/11 every amerikka’n citizen were subjected to illegal search and seizure—predominantly at airports, of their person and belongings, in the sake of national security.
My point is, viewed from a distance or sometimes up-close, which I’ve recently done in Ferguson, Mo. and Cleveland, Oh. you can start to see this country approaching a fascist state—-where soon, maybe just a rock throw away from another social cataclysm—any boisterous discontent about this countries categorical unfairness and its political mouthpieces, you will be silenced, permanently. That means I better get mines in quick before it’s too late.
Nafisi, Azar, Professor. “Reading Lolita in Tehran.” Random House. Random House, 2004. Web. 28 Dec. 2014.