apparently, the governor of west virginia didn’t want the dust from the blasting of the mountaintops. the rest of west virginia doesn’t want it either mr. tomblin! so when mike roselle refused to go back and retrieve the mining dust, police arrested him. he spent…
it is a very eery feeling walking my son into his school. we walk through a hallway that is set up exactly like an airport security checkpoint. you are channeled forcibly to walk through metal detectors, there are police officers with metal detecting wands and broad chests. i think i am supposed to feel safe bc there is the feeling that “we ain’t lettin’ nothin get in here that can hurt your kid!” but i don’t feel safe, my son doesn’t feel safe. we are well aware that a teacher has taken a loaded gun into that very same school! my middle son has found security blind spots since his first day in high school. he brought to the teachers and the principals bc he thought maybe they just missed it, and well, he felt he was doing a good thing. but instead of addressing the issue, they told my son he shouldn’t be worrying about those sorts of things, he was safe. there are drug dogs roaming the halls and militant police officers at the ready.
we drive down the road and our pictures are constantly being taken and uploaded for analysis. the police are able to see who a vehicle is registered to and if they are a “threat” by simply driving by a car, they don’t even have to push a button anymore. the amount of electricity your house uses is monitored. your travel records are constantly updated. your credit card spending is databased- all for your protection.
but are we safer? is this safety really? i do not feel secure. i do not feel ok or snuggly warm knowing that no matter what i am being watched. it makes me sad. it makes me paranoid. it makes me angry!
the words respect and fear seem to go hand and hand. there is a school of thought that says you cannot have respect without fear. this is extremely disturbing to me. so i decided to do a bit of digging on the what these commonly used words truly mean.
: to expect or worry about (something bad or unpleasant)
: to be afraid and worried
ok…so as we can see, respect and fear are two totally separate concepts. so why are they lumped together so often? why is there a school of thought that in order to have the respect of another person, they must fear you?
we are told we are to respect the police. what is that respect based on? it is based on to expect or worry about (something bad or unpleasant) happening. children are told to respect their parents simply because they are their parents, or adults in general because they are adults. again, for the most part, this respect is expected for little reason. respect your teachers, school administration bc they simply exist, even if they have shown you that they are not worthy of someone feeling admiration for them.
does respect (second definition:a feeling or understanding that someone or something is important, serious, etc., and should be treated in an appropriate way) that is given as a result of fear (all three definitions) actually equal true respect (admiration) or is it that the person who is supposed to be giving respect’s only way to come out of a situation unscathed?
it is time we start working toward earning the respect of others. it is time for us to act admirably simply for the joy of living greatly. it is time we stop intimidating ppl through threats of violence or emotional abuse, and allow the freedom of thought and personal will/responsibility to steer our lives.
i am a mother. i do not want my children to look at me as a threat. i do not want them to be threatened by anyone. i want them to live their lives according to what they think is moral and just. i also do not want them to do things for other ppl to respect them. when reward is the driving force behind our actions they are not free will.
It is a flash from the state of non-belief to faith, There is no more than a syllable between doubt and certainty: Prize this precious moment dearly, It is our life’s only fruit. -From the Ruba’iyat of Omar Khayyam