It’s all about Perspective.
There are some people, Americans, always complaining about having their rights trampled on by the government. Oh! They boycotted our album because we spoke our minds! Oh! My employer fired me for making remarks against the President! Oh! It’s my right as an American to travel wherever I want and I not being allowed to travel to Cuba! My rights!!!!! They are being trampled! It’s the crushing of dissent!!! We live in a police state!!! This is fascism!!!
I’ve always maintained that these folks have absolutely no clue. Had they lived in a country like Cuba, or Sudan or Iraq under Hussein or China or North Korea, true police states, I’m pretty sure they would see how unbelievably silly those comments are. Indeed, inane.
Hearing comments like those above coming from Americans has always made me chuckle. Made me think, Geez. These people have absolutely no idea what being oppressed means. Oppression isn’t having to wait in line while your bags are checked at the gate at an airport. Oppression isn’t a bunch of listeners calling a radio station and asking them to boycott a certain musician. Oppression isn’t about the government raising your taxes.
Want to know what opression really means? Ask an Iraqi who for the first time in decades gets to make his own decisions about his life. Ask a Sudanese whose wife or sister or mother or daughter has been taken away and repeatedly raped and beaten. Ask a Cuban still dripping wet from swimming to a shore somewhere in the Florida Keys and who for the first time in his life feels his feet touch upon the ground where freedom grows. Ask a Cuban that’s lived on soy products for most of his life the first time he steps into a Costco. You will need to wipe his tears and pick him up off his knees.
Ask them. They’ll tell you that you have no idea what freedom really is even though you and your life are the epitomy of it.