The Human Voice

”The gunfire around us makes it hard to hear, but the human voice is different from other sounds; it could be heard over noises that bury every thing else, even when it's not shouting, even when it's just a whisper. Even the lowest whisper could be heard over armies, when it's telling the truth."

The above phrase is from the film, The Interpreter. It was written on the beginning of a book written by an African leader. He had saved his country from blood shed when he was young and taken it in to liberty, making a hero or rather a fantasy of himself in the minds of his people; but as the film tells he has turned in to a dictator after many years, and is rather now hated by his people. Unbelievable as it is, he has come to a point where for the sake of keeping power he would, pay little black African boys their lunch money so as to make them kill people as he or his companions wished. There are some questions to ask; first and last as it is the most important, is how come such a heroic leader who could write and believe in the above phrase, makes such tragedies? This question is valid although the story might not even be true. Maybe the answer would be that we have not yet come to know the human being. I must admit that the film has really no answer for this question, and it tries more or less to show how human friendly and protective and loving Americans are;
For how long are we going to carry on with this way of living? Why are we still living like our ancestors, still killing and being killed? Why haven't we changed after all the improvements we've had over the ages. The man, who carved stone, would kill and just the same would the man holding a cell phone next to his ear. Instead of gradually putting the swords away we have come to make machine guns and grenades; we have made weapons of mass destruction that kill thousands of people in less than a second. Why didn't our ways of living improve?
We are all responsible, each and every one of us. War and killing is the result of separation; it is because, there exists something called my country and also there is another called yours; it is because there is some one called me and some one called you; and defense is the result of such beings. Me is my home, my family, my town, my friends, my enemies, my country, my beliefs; and mine is separated from yours and I care only for mine; my care is not because they should be cared for, it's because their mine. Do not take this wrong; one should defend family and life no matter what so ever but not because they're his belongings, rather for the reason that, that action would be the right thing to do. The right thing to do needs no reason for being done it should just be done.