Generation 21: Grand County teens sound off
Little Red Real World
By Marina Koepke
“Who will help bake this bread with me?” asked the Little Red Hen.
“Not I,” answered all her friends.
I think we all know what happens at the end of this children’s story. When the Little Red Hen finished baking the bread, her friends who were not willing to help make the bread were all there to help eat it.
As I was perusing the World Wide Web a few days back I came across some pictures of the Occupy Wall Street movement. The pictures were of thousands of people standing, holding signs and occupying a public area in efforts to make a point so as to make changes to something they feel strongly against. Great! It’s a wonderful thing to see a democracy working as it should, people expressing their wants/ideas and being able to have input in what goes on in their country.
What was getting to me, though, was that this is all they are doing: camping out, holding signs, yelling and wreaking havoc. Their point of all this was to make change happen in our society, but all they did was stand there with posters, protesting and getting upset.
They weren’t actually trying to fix the problem; in fact it was back-tracking because as we all saw, it just caused more problems.
I refer to the Little Red Hen story because it is exactly what a majority of our people do. They want to reap the benefits, but nobody is willing to do the work to get there. In a sense this is contradicting our societal democracy. In theory, our country is run by the people, not by the government. By us not wanting to do any of the work, why have the democracy in the first place? Wouldn’t it just be easier to live in totalitarianism?
I know that’s not what everybody here in the United States wants, so let’s push ourselves a little further and instead of writing our complaints on cardboard and marching down the street, let’s stick our guts to the goal and actually get what we want accomplished.
Now for some parting words of encouragement from out good friend Mahatma Gandhi:
“If I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning.”
Beyond the hills of rolling emerald;
a mighty pinnacle stands among the pallid crags.
As if asylum for the weary,
veiled beneath sodden mantles of cloud.
The marvelous mausoleum of marble;
Set to beckon through the ages.
Man wilts; man corrupts; man conforms;
Yet yours is a figure of grandeur none may manipulate.
Built by the corrupt, the wilted, and the conformed,
Majesty as yours holds a glint of hope.
Perfection from imperfection; absolution from devastation.
Wisdom born of a plight.
By Evan Debakker
Start a dialogue, stay on topic and be civil.
If you don't follow the rules, your comment may be deleted.