I’m not an expert on democracy. I haven’t studied a degree in political science, and I’m not a politician. And I don’t want to be.
We have lots of ‘experts’ and we have lots of politicians. We have the media and we have journalists who keep telling us that we are living in a democracy. Apparently, there are some problems, but we have freedom – we are free!
What we think we have, and what we actually have, may not be the same thing. We have the power to vote and we have the power to run our own political party. We are free to download porn, but we are not free to walk naked in the street. You are free to express your opinion, but I’m not free to assault or kill you for it. We are free to make as much money as we can and want, but we are not free to rob a bank. Maybe I just didn’t understand the meaning of the word ‘free’. I thought it meant that you can do what you want.
I hear it all the time in the pop songs ‘DO WHAT YOU WANT!’. I want to go into a bank and ask for a million dollars. I want to walk down the street and ask the first sexy girl I see to hook-up with me. Well, the answer to both of my demands will be ‘no’. That would be the same in my country, the same in the USA, and the same in Libya, Irak, Russia. Why are we, in the west ‘free’? I see no difference. Some people play around with the word, knowingly. Others have no clue, and they just regurgitate what goes around.
I’m sure my parents believe in Democracy. It’s a given. If I asked my father whether he believed in democracy or socialism or Communism, he would say that he believes in Democracy. Yet our household was run like a communist country. Why, because deep down my dad knew the idea of ‘freedom’ and ‘do what you want’, could never work in reality. At least, he didn’t think so. My younger sister wanted to play the violin for years, but my parents never got the violin for her, and she never went for violin lessons, because they were afraid that the other four children would be jealous. Once my parents were driving on the road back home, at night. They saw a chameleon next to the road. They knew that I wanted one as a pet, so they pulled over and picked it up, but later released it before arriving at home. The next day my parents simply told me about the incident. I asked why they didn’t bring me the chameleon. They never explained.
The reason was because they were scared that the other children would be jealous. It was easier to run the household that way. Let no one have anything, and then there would be nothing to fight about. This is just about the policy of a communist country. And that is why people get poorer and poorer in a real communist country. Let no-one have anything, then everyone would be equal.
We are not free. We cannot do what we want.
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