
8/15/2007
Freedom of Expression at the Grand Lake

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I am a citizen of this planet, who believes there is a purpose and mission to our existence. I pursue that mission and try to enjoy every lesson, every day, and every last drop of the pain and joy we drink when we live. I live a mostly regret-free life, with each failure quickly becoming a valuable experience and something to laugh about, and every success something about which to be thankful and celebrative. I do all of this in and around my beloved Berkeley, California.
4 comments:
Nazy Jan: Thank you for going to trouble of taking this picture. It's a small but clear instance of how democracy provides and utilizes its intrinsinc (structural) self-correction tools.
Salam Serendip! I am continually amazed by situations like this. I love seeing people say what's on their minds without fear of consequence. While I know many use their rights to their liking, I wonder how many Americans know what a good, sacred, and valuable thing it is. Fear of prosecution for one's opinions and beliefs has paralyzed so many millions of people all over the world. Apathy where those rights are warranted and safeguarded seems like such a waste. My hope is that someday everyone will be free to say what's on their minds everywhere in the world.
Oh we do have freedom of expression in iran too... in the cabs!
Jeerjeerak Jan: Don't you just love those cab drivers in Tehran? They do say whatever they want to say, that's true! I hold that behind every cab in Tehran sits an astute political analyst, worldly and wise! Have you ever wondered why? I think because most of them are individuals displaced by virtue of their economic circumstances, so they are not really professional drivers. For many of them driving a cab is a second job to support their families. Wherever I lived in Tehran, the regular cabdrivers who would take me from home to work or vice versa, became my very good friends. I knew them all by name, and knew what of their personal lives they had shared with me, asking after a wife's health or a son's military service, etc. I think someday "cab drivers in Tehran" would make an outstanding sociology research project. Be good Jeer!
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