♥Path of making human rights happen is and has been long and dangerous, too long I must add, but it is worth walking for many reasons. Behind the claims for human rights is thought of human worth as such, it goes without questioning. Appreciation for life as possession is based on assumption, knowledge and belief a person has worth as irreplaceable individual, unique miracle. Yes you are a unique miracle! Mixing religion into it – life is God-given and it is not people’s place to judge, torture or end someone’s life. Uniqueness is a fact, beauty of life despite horrors and bullshit is precious.
There, now we can begin to think God’s starting points in creating us. Why on Earth? Must be a mistake.
Questions of human’s duties, responsible decent human being does tasks of everyday life to survive. In that sense life is more about responsibilities than rights. I think this from my point of view that duties are to sustain life of mine, my family and make lives of my fellow citizens more comfortable.
Those who have responsibilities in the making and taking can be called active members of an evolving society. Responsible society takes care of its members, but also makes responsible. People who know their responsibilities. How do they become to know what is expected of them? Is it a question of education, learning from example?
It is of course give and take. Pleasure and nuisance.
let’s see when sea goes nuts, sea is nuts, sea of nuts
Vulnerability of man. It would be very brave to show it, especially for a man. It would be brave to tell what kind of person I really am, he really is, what hurts me, what hurts him. How have I been hurt. To cry in front of someone. Strength is the other issue that goes hand in hand with vulnerability, accepting flaws and weaknesses, to make human appear in different light. Features that are seen as errors, begin to wonder why. Frailty to be accepted and found as undeniable part of human being. We are in the habit of correcting others and ourselves to fit the image of perfection.
How essential is it for me to understand myself before I can learn to understand the other? Very. What is the irrational part here?
Women and girls make up half of the human population of the world. But they represent a staggering 70% of the world’s poor. Poor education, healthcare, nutrition, violence remain the main obstacles for women to empower themselves and their families. In many countries baby girls aren’t welcomed, they get aborted or killed when young. Due to latest news there are 60 Million girls missing in India alone because of gender inequality and sex selective abortion. It is a silent genocide happening everyday. Things change all too slowly and why is that? In many respects there is not much respect for women to educate, to let them speak for themselves, let them take the lead if they choose to. As it happens even women do not respect sex of their own. Sex selective abortion is one of many appalling ways to hate female sex. But how we are appalled by hate without noticing hate we carry ourselves. What I mean by that?
What is a woman? I work all my life to be respected as an equal person, and I have to work for it. Is that why I work, to be respected? It is in some sense understandable in some not. Literally to work my ass off to do that, get it. How I see it I stand alone. Woman who has guts to speak her mind and do things her way is an oddity, a target. I cherish my oddity. Is there respect for anything if there is constant doubt? Without trust there is no respect. BANG!
”Work and pray, live on hay/ You’ll get pie in the sky when you die” The Preacher and The Slave, 1911
“Heaven above, and ours Hell right here ,I ain’t a Communist necessarily, but I’ve been in the red all my life.”
This is a kind of Poem, this is a kind of scribbles, I end up seeing the same thing, a pattern, but I cannot put my finger on it
“Failed to quicken the pulse, Ella May Wiggins who was shot dead during the Gastonia textile strike 1929, hero of the left. Message belonged to whoever stuck a flag on it. And increasingly the flag was red.” “common man full of bad luck and violent ends.”Dorian Lynskey, History of protest songs, 33 revolutions per minute, 2010
Is it too obvious what is mainstream? It is popular, popularity, liked, listened, watched, enjoyed, consumed, used, available, everywhere, inescapable, to be there, but I am here and I want to know what is me.
Marginal is opposite to most of that or all of that. Where is outside it is allowed to get uncomfortable, invent. What kind of people follow, what kind of talk follows. Labeling, putting people into groups, it has a role. It has a distinct part in individualizing us to be one but not, because we want to be unique and state it, identities of ours fight against community wanting to be part of the fun active buzz as strong individuals excluding community or forgetting what community does and could be. Quite a contradiction and battle.