I must speak, write and think what I want.
Yesterday I tweeted to the Municipality of The Hague, where and when a demonstration would be organized. I learned that Amsterdam and Utrecht were already busy, I wanted to be there too. I did everything in my power to be there that evening. I told the young kids I took care of that day that sometimes people come together because they do not agree with something so big and then join and want to be together. Sometimes in a gentle way but sometimes not. “Will you also shout?” Asked my oldest child minder. “No, not tonight. Tonight everyone I think it is a little more quiet, but still people want to be together.” And so I arranged that I could leave immediately.
I ran to the station in Delft, took the train to The Hague but got a telegram message the demonstration just ended. I was disappointed. Terribly. All day I had the urge to do something. I wanted to be there. Because it was necessary, I thought.
Sometimes you want to do more then sitting at home thinking about all the injustice.
It is sometimes asked in somewhat more innocent circumstances during a blog course: “ Would you publish that?” Carefully some one’s blog is examined before it gets published. What are the consequences? is what everyone tends to ask himself sometimes before they hit the publish button.
It would affect my feeling of freedom if I could not write what is on my mind and in my heart. My blog is my playground and treasury. Even though I use my blog mostly for business purposes, I earn my living with it, I want to eventually be able to write on my blog what I want.
I want to say, write and think what I want. That is my fundamental right, my birth right, my life direction.
Blogger Raif Badawi was sentenced in May 2014 to ten years in prison, a thousand lashes and a fine of one million Saudi rial (191,000 euros) for allegedly insulted Islam. He suggested the politicization of Islam under discussion, and wrote about the danger of the spread of extremist ideas on universities. He wrote fiery argue for freedom of religion. (Source: — Amnesty International.)
He wondered, while writing “Why?”
In some countries you can not wonder aloud why rules are rules, why people think what they think and do what they do.
In fact, we, bloggers, like journalists and cartoonists, will always be able to demonstrate to the world what is going on. Whether a border protocol, a company that is harmful or a blogger disagrees. The moment you are afraid to put anything online because someone does not agree and is offended, something is wrong.
“I would rather die standing than live on my knees.”
“Do not cross the border.” Someone said last night during the demonstration in The Hague. But that’s it exactly. There is no limit. Freedom is air. Air belongs to everyone. Words are words. But words become air again instead of the bullet of a kalashnikov. Words are strong in a conversation, a speech, a discussion. No one tells me, no king, no terrorist what the limit is. The moment someone is dictating to me what I can and can not express, the limit has been reached of my life in a free country.