Why Don’t We Ask Questions? (From My Imaginarium #11)

Question Everything,

I live my life according to those two words, however not everyone understands what they mean. Sure, it seems simple enough, right? Just asking questions? However, we still don’t do it; you see in Guyanese society,

to ask questions is synonymous with disobedience and insubordination; you can deny it all you want but it’s true, if you want proof look around you. Every day corrupt politicians and leaders, the rich and privileged subjugate us, treat us as through we don’t deserve a good life; even the police the people who are supposed to protect, serve and fight for justice harass us daily, they treat us like criminals while the real criminals drive around in their Range Rovers and Prado.

We see it every day the injustice, the unfairness, the inequality yet we accept it as though it’s the norm and the few who do speak out are quickly silenced by the ignorant masses that plague this country.

“He just stupide”,

“what the rass he doing?”

“Stop complaining”,

“It could be worse”,

“Well what you gon do?”

“Did you die?”

“Be thankful”,

those are the statements you would often hear people use to belittle those who are fighting; those who are smart enough and brave enough to see through all the lies and deceit.

But the biggest lie we tell ourselves, is that one person cannot make a difference.

Why don’t we ask questions though? Part of me wants to believe that the “spirit” of slavery still exists today; they weren’t allowed to speak to or against the slave masters, it would’ve been disobedience obviously, so we learned to keep our mouths shut out of fear of punishment. Back then our ancestors did what they had to survive, unfortunately for us they have passed on those same habits to the children. It starts in the home and at school, the fear of punishment is instilled in them,

we were taught to obey our parents, obey our elders, never to talk back or argue and to never ask questions.

That was the situation when I was a child, and normally I would just say that was the ignorance of that day but the ignorance still continues to the present. Parents still pass on those fears to their young, that fear of authority it’s embedded into their very DNA and has become an endless cycle.

I’m not saying that a person should be disobedient but to take away a person’s ability to question, to be curious about this dark yet beautiful world we’re living in, you limit that person, that child to never go beyond what they know. Curiosity drives creativity, creativity drives creation, creation drives industries and production and Industries and Production drives a country and that Country can influence the World! When you take away that curiosity, it just makes it easier for the powerful to gain more control and the weak and ignorant to follow blindly.

So how do we fix this? Well to undo hundreds of years programming will probably take one hundred more years, or maybe less. The good thing about the world today is that

information is a widely available yet priceless resource and everyday our young people are learning more and more; not from their parents and the adults that came from an irrelevant era, but from the global network of interconnected consciousness. Technology, education, science and innovation these are the cure for ignorance, and little by little our oblivious culture is changing but it’s up to the young people to take a stand and for the older generation to learn from us,

we are the ones that will lead the country into a brighter tomorrow and we are the ones that will spend years trying to fix their mistakes, but they can still play their part,

teach the young children to ask questions,to be fearless and to express themselves in whatever way without ridicule or discrimination; groom their gifts and abilities and don’t try to mold them into what you want them to be or what society says they should, maybe soon enough we can change this culture we’ve grown accustomed to,

but for now…

QUESTION EVERYTHING!

-NORMAN ALEXANDER

 

Photo: The 1763 Monument “A Symbol of Revolution”

 

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