For my friend, K. May God be with him.
Where is the Love, The Black Eyed Peas
Sucking in Syria
Syrian protesters are dying. Everyday, it seems. Maybe, eight were killed yesterday. Four, the day before. More Syrians will die, tomorrow. Through links on Twitter, I’m getting to see some videos of the dead and dying. There’s blood. Tears. Crying. There’s the crack of AK47s.
The protesters are demanding Freedom. Change. Opportunity. Reform. They want to make a better world.
Syrians are not just dying. They are being murdered. The killing is intentional.
Protesters are being murdered by soldiers or police who have been ordered to do so by their government. They might not look like you or me. They may not even speak the same language. But, unless, you are hopelessly all wrapped up in you, you know that other people are losing the people that they love and care about. In an instant.
In a gruesome, grim, split-second instant, love seems to be cancelled.
Anguish, anger and despair burn in the hearts of those who have lost. It burns a hole now where love fueled hope, peace and kindness. Just a moment ago.
Darkness is growing in human hearts; spreading out invisible tentacles from one torn heart to another. And in that darkness, evil moves. Like the things that are glimpsed out of the corner of your eye.
Do I suck too?
Do I suck too? Let me count the ways…
While pondering this tragedy-horror-inhumanity which neither words, pictures nor vid can ever fully communicate to me or you, I am doing nothing to stop it.
I’m not trying to guilt you. Or me. This is not an accusation. Neither for you nor me. But, perhaps, it should be an accusation.
How often have I proudly declared in the past that I love Freedom? That I will fight for my freedom and the freedom of those I love? That I will die for my freedom? And the freedom of those whom I love? That I will kill for it? God, please forgive me for saying THAT.
But, yeah, I’ve said it. And I meant what I said. Again, God, please, forgive me for meaning it.
Heal and take away all my stupid, Christ.
But what did I mean?
What does it mean to love Freedom?
Did I mean that I would only fight the fight only insofar as it was a direct and immediate affront to me and mine?
If so, there’s another problem for me that I can’t ignore. I understand how things work in this broken world. In fact, a threat that has become direct and immediate is nothing less than a threat that had been ignored until the 11th hour. As Martin Luther King, Jr. wrote in his Letter from Birmingham Jail:
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
What can I do for the Syrian mother who lost her son today? What can I do for the Syrian father whose hopes for his son’s future are like a thousand broken glass bits strewn across a dusty street?
Where is my love?
Am I My Brother’s Keeper?
Contrary to Malcolm Gladwell’s heart-less, hasty and Cain-ish opinion about the role of social in making the world a better place, I can do things for them. And “Gladwell” will become a synonym for “obtuse”.
Why are you so Gladwell? It just works, doesn’t it? <grin>
I defy you, Malcolm Gladwell. And a million others defy you!
Nor must I resort to violence. In my heart. Or on the street. For Love does not fail- even when so much has been lost.
My tears can join their tears. Our tears can grow together to become a sea that can swallow up crocodiles. Whole. My voice can join their voices. Together, global voices can drown out the barking orders of tyrants to their misguided soldiers and police. My prayers can join their prayers to unlock miracles – panting hard at the gates of heaven. Waiting to come down!
Together, our hearts can unleash the power of We!
Only one thing hinders me.
I need better information on Twitter and Facebook. Videos. Live blogging. Citizen Journalism. Citizen Photojournalism. Citizen Vid Broadcasting. Insightful commentary. In ENGLISH please!
Using the hashtag #Syria would also be greatly appreciated.
31 March 2011
About Stan Faryna
Mr. Faryna is the founder and co-founder of several technology, design and communication companies in the United States and Europe including Faryna & Associates, Inc., Halo Interactive, and others.
Stan Faryna served as a Global Voices author and translator. Global Voices is a non-profit global citizens’ media project founded at Harvard Law School’s Berkman Center for Internet and Society, a research think-tank focused on the Internet’s impact on society.
His political, scholarly, social and technical opinions have appeared in The Chicago Defender, Jurnalul National, The Washington Times, Sagar, Saptamana Financiara, Social Justice Review, and other publications.
Mr. Faryna also served as editor-in-chief of Black and Right (Praeger Press, 1996), a landmark collection of socio-political essays by important American thinkers including U.S. Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas.
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