The Web of Silence
It lasts much longer than a foolish insect, unaware a soundless Black Widow awaits, until it flies into the stickiness that is her web of capture. For humans, it takes centuries before an attempt is made to tear the web of silence apart.
Like the insect, we also struggle with the gooey web, pull against its strength and challenge its sheer size. But, being human we also push back against generations of fear-driven life to unearth the sovereignty of our soul—the conjoined right-to-be-heard in a quest for free will.
In the naivety of my youth, I seldom thought beyond my own freedoms. It is now, as the voices of humanity decry the silences of the past, that I unite my hope with theirs for a better world. Still, no longer naïve, I acknowledge that my self-determination and that of others is wholeheartedly different; be it: age, belief, language, ethnicity, politics, locale, hatred, lifestyle or fast-paced social media.
Recently I saw the movie, “The King’s Speech,” and, if the award nominations are any indication, so did millions of others. There is a scene in the movie that led me to write what you read now. It is when King George VI of England finally breaks the web of silence from his unfortunate childhood and screams at Lionel Logue, his eccentric speech therapist, “…cuz I have a voice!”
Each of us has a voice, like our Italian sisters who protest against Premier Berlusconi because they are humiliated by… (Readers: you fill in the reasons why the women of our world are so dishonored.) During the time it takes our earth to turn on its axis, one more silenced voice begins to whisper, then to speak and finally to scream. As a result, and no matter what, each of us will fly into that sticky web that is the future of humanity and no one is exempt from its outcome.
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