Injustice is a funny thing. We care about it deeply when it affects us directly, but when it doesn't, we quietly accept it and go about our daily lives. We may feel a fleeting sense of pity or offer our expert advice on how to arrive at a solution to the issue, but we don't really care. Yet we must! I complained about my daughter's first week of school, but do you want to know what injustice really is?
- Injustice is having to dig old newspapers out of a trash can to use as toilet paper.
- Injustice is being raped as a toddler by someone who was told that is the way to "cure" HIV/AIDS.
- Injustice is not being able to send your children to school because you can't afford the uniforms or school supplies.
- Injustice is not being able to get a job because of your skin colour, not having any political representation, and carrying around the stigma of your forefathers' mistakes, forever being the "bad guy" just because of your ethnicity.
- Injustice is being born into a country where you have no future because of your social class.
- Injustice is being sold as a child and sent to work as a sex slave.
- Injustice is being ten years old and being the head of your household, burdened with the responsibility of providing food, shelter and clothing for your younger siblings.
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2 comments:
Good thinking. We're all learning something from this.
Good reading. I was wondering where you'll be going with this topic, after reading the first one. Growing up here, I went through the same (though not as harsh!) in gr 8, also in my first year in res at UP. At that I just smiled, and went with it, but it is true - what you can learn, the way you put it it. It is still not a nice practice, but to put it in context of what many other people go through, it can be used as a a great learning tool for oneself.
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