All of us can remember at least some part of ourselves from when we were younger. Within most of us there exists a child with ideals for a good world, untainted by our politics' need for violence and its justifications carried through every layer of society, from education to the media.
Over the years that child is killed, bombarded with misinformation, shot with exaggeration, buried in fear about why certain groups of people who could be their friends or neighbours, are actually rapists, criminals, or subhumans. A new person is born and raised with ignorance disguised as critical thinking, where once was a conscience now lives a drastic need to justify everything happening around them. The nagging voice of youthful innocence growing quieter, with every tragedy not questioned and excuse believed, everything must be going okay, why else would everyone be following? After all, am I willing to lose my friends and possibly my job to stand up for what I believe in?
In Germany there exists an insult, “Gutmensch” (or “Good Person” in English) which is rather strange if you think about it. How is it an insult to call someone good? It's rather a self-exposing groupthink term for making fun of the people who haven't yet given up trying to make the world better. After all, who doesn't believe they themselves are doing what is good? Why do you think it's easy to ask for a better world, but some things just require the hard choices to be made with uneasy solutions? Why does the implementation of your beliefs require the militarization of your speech?
When the last immigrant is deported, and what we were told to be justice is finally achieved, but rising cost of living, joblessness, poverty, and crime still persist: Who will be left to blame but ourselves, for having killed a child that was right?
