“Stand up, we shall not be moved, accept by a child with no socks or shoes”
If I start to lose my fervor. I just recall things that have inspired me. The song “Stand Up” by Flobots is one such inspiration. The song speaks of several atrocities and corruption. It urges the listener to “stand up” and to not be silent. It urges the listener to band together with other people to stop the world’s leaders from making decisions that destroy the world and to help those less fortunate. The band is really into activism.
It may sound corny, but that song always reminds me of the fact that if the world has no purpose, then THAT will be my purpose. It may not be possible, maybe human nature works against this ideal, but I will not stop fighting for peace and against suffering. Why not? Even if it is an uphill battle is it not better to die fighting for good than to die being complacent?
Speaking of fighting . . .
I am starting to read a book called Huey: Spirit of the Panther it is about the founder of the Black Panther Party. The man was a mixture of strength, anger, persuasion, and intelligence. He fed people, he clothed people, he empowered people, and he committed several crimes. Huey P. Newton excites me in the way Che Guevara excites me. It seems to me that in order to be a true revolutionary you have to mix mischievousness, passion, and a strong desire to help people.
Huey and Che end up helping the lower stratum of society, but it cost them their lives. Huey and Che were also Robin Hood type figures. They both had a way of disregarding the law.
(No, media pirates, you are not revolutionaries. I can’t say that I haven’t joined your ranks a few times, but it ain’t noble . . . it just is)
It makes me wonder if that’s what it takes. Not necessarily stealing from people or killing people, Martin Luther King Jr. never did that, but being ridiculously headstrong.
I found something a bit disturbing. Martin, Malcolm, Huey, and Che were all shot. Slightly more disturbing is that all but Malcolm got doctorate degrees. ESPECIALLY disturbing is the fact that Dr. King, Malcolm X, and Dr. Guevara all died at the age of 39. They all died at the exact same age. Weird, right?
It makes me worry about my own fate. What happens if I keep this whole “wanting to change the world” mess stuck in my head?
The good news! Dr. Newton lived to be 47 and Gandhi lasted until he was 78. The bad news. They were both still shot, just like the others.
What is a young could-be revolutionary to do? Should I go into hiding after my revolutions? Should I stop the public from looking for me? Perhaps I’ll change my name. Ha!
Watch my back! That’s what I’ll do! Ain’t NOBODY takin’ me down!
“If you’ve got a dream and a lot to do, put your hands up”
– Brandon Holly –