When Silence is An Accomplice to Injustice
Have you ever spoken up when you saw something going on that was wrong?
Were you scared? Silence is the question.
Are you a coward for your silence? When will you be able to find the appropriate words to change the injustice before you? When is silence wisdom? When is it violent? What if you have nothing nice to say?
I’ve gone on tangents, passionate, fiery, reactionary, observant. I’ve gone on and on with those around me and into the twitter-sphere trying to cross a bridge into the other person. Trying, searching, reaching for the right word or phrase or fact so an alternative can take root, but words never seem to be enough.
Your resistance requires action. Action is scary, it requires faith in oneself, requires faith in your people, it requires looking directly in the face of those would erase you, silence you, judge you, hate you, oppress you and pushing back.
To be an armchair philosopher, to espouse your beliefs in 140 characters, through a rage filtered photo, really doesn’t add up to as much as what’s on your plate, who pays you, what you give your time to consciously or unconsciously.
Genuine action requires profound reflection, anything less is re-action controlled by circumstance and strangers, ruling ideologies and ignorance. Profound contemplation requires silence, requires distance from the words which are ineffectual at best, and sacrilegious at worst. I mean sacrilegious in the way the expression of the intention and depth of what is meant is lost in that type of communication.
Before you speak, you must act. Before you act you must listen, listen to the rhythm of the heartbeat when mouth sounds are happening.
Will you hear a call to action? Will you answer it?
There is no more time left, we must act now, we must speak with our bodies, with our time, with our effort, with our pockets, with our plates, with our platforms, with our resistance.