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Why is Free Speech so important?...

Why speak up about things that don't seem to affect you?
Perhaps Pastor Martin Neimoller's view in one version of his quote will answer that question.
He supported the Nazis until he realized, too late, what they were really about and was sent to Dachau concentration camp.
He was one of the fortunate to be freed and live until 1984.


First they came for the Communists,
and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a Communist.
Then they came for the Social Democrats,
and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a Social Democrat.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists,
and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn't speak up,
because I wasn't a Jew,
Then they came for me,
and by that time there was no one
left to speak up for me.

very often we find ourselves keeping mum at places wher we should speak. what feigns this indifference? or is it fear? why do we not voice for or against things? have we lost our voice, drowned it in the chaos the society is today?
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Anonymous said…
This is good stuff Nishi, it sounds like you have a lot to say so keep saying it!
March 12, 2008 at 8:02 AM
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