Mota Boy
06-11-2005, 11:50 PM
During the Civil Rights movement, black leaders allowed children to march. During these demonstrations, the children were exposed to a wide variety of dangers which not only threatened their mental and physical well-being, but their lives. They faced vicious police dogs, vicious police men, and firehoses (now firehoses are powerful on their own [there's even a documented incident, ironically enough, of a firehose catching fire from the water's friction] but during this era, firehoses used to "calm" crowds were actually two hoses fused together through a device that had a smaller exit area than normal, creating a force of water powerful enough to break bones. This was used against children.
You're outraged that this was used against children. So am I. So was America. In fact, one of the turning points of the Civil Rights movement was the death of four little girls in a downtown church, bombed because it was black. Dozens of bombs went off in Birmingham during the sixties, but one made the national papers... because four little girls were murdered in it. As a nation, we may have disliked blacks, but little girls... we all had little girls. This turned a corner - this and other images of children getting pummeled by police.
This expediated the movement. This saved dozens... perhaps hundreds... maybe thousands of black lives. Because four girls died. Now, nobody wanted them to die. I seriously doubt that any member of that community would give up the chance to trade places with them, but they were still placed in harms way. Children were allowed to march. Those weren't the children that died, but children were still allowed to march. And it was images of children getting hurt that allowed more people to sympathize with the "negroes" than woud've sided had it been "uppity" college students acting alone.
You remember what it was like when you were eleven or twelve - Hell, many of you still are - you knew as much as adults (trade secret - you never know as much as adults until you're your age, then you realize how stupid you were for ever thinking you knew as much as you do know), you could decide for yourself whether or not you wanted to fight for racial equality. Who the hell is going to stop you from going? As an adult... well, this raises many questions.
When is a person old enough to decide for themselves when they want to risk their lives for a cause? When can you allow an individual to risk themselvse for the good of a greater cause? How much should we weight the value of the individual we know against the greater mass with which we share a bond but do not know personally? Should this be a mathematical problem? I don't expect sure answers, or else I'd be giving mine. Perhaps when the dawn's light sobers me up I can bullshit a good enough answer, but I don't know if there *are* answers to certain questions - when does a kid become an adult - when does the life of many people outweigh the life of a few? Comments, theories, poorly-though-out responses are all welcome.
You're outraged that this was used against children. So am I. So was America. In fact, one of the turning points of the Civil Rights movement was the death of four little girls in a downtown church, bombed because it was black. Dozens of bombs went off in Birmingham during the sixties, but one made the national papers... because four little girls were murdered in it. As a nation, we may have disliked blacks, but little girls... we all had little girls. This turned a corner - this and other images of children getting pummeled by police.
This expediated the movement. This saved dozens... perhaps hundreds... maybe thousands of black lives. Because four girls died. Now, nobody wanted them to die. I seriously doubt that any member of that community would give up the chance to trade places with them, but they were still placed in harms way. Children were allowed to march. Those weren't the children that died, but children were still allowed to march. And it was images of children getting hurt that allowed more people to sympathize with the "negroes" than woud've sided had it been "uppity" college students acting alone.
You remember what it was like when you were eleven or twelve - Hell, many of you still are - you knew as much as adults (trade secret - you never know as much as adults until you're your age, then you realize how stupid you were for ever thinking you knew as much as you do know), you could decide for yourself whether or not you wanted to fight for racial equality. Who the hell is going to stop you from going? As an adult... well, this raises many questions.
When is a person old enough to decide for themselves when they want to risk their lives for a cause? When can you allow an individual to risk themselvse for the good of a greater cause? How much should we weight the value of the individual we know against the greater mass with which we share a bond but do not know personally? Should this be a mathematical problem? I don't expect sure answers, or else I'd be giving mine. Perhaps when the dawn's light sobers me up I can bullshit a good enough answer, but I don't know if there *are* answers to certain questions - when does a kid become an adult - when does the life of many people outweigh the life of a few? Comments, theories, poorly-though-out responses are all welcome.