Silence

I could speak on many things today. Today I will speak about silence. Are we complicit in our silence? For the better part of this year, I've been working on some artwork, which has to do with the notion that the Cry of equal education for all has fallen on deaf ears. That the desires of the 'youth' have been ignored for so long, even the stones have fallen silent.

Today protesting students at Wits Campus pelted the Great Hall with rocks. When an institute of learning fails to learn, what can we do? When anger seems for many to be the only way their voices are heard, have we failed out youth? We have watched silently for a year now. As these students have grown angrier & angrier with the process. While I do not condone such needless anger, I sympathize with their rage. 

How much longer must good South African citizens wait for the equality they were promised? How much longer must they wait for the right to education? How much longer must the mass of South Africans live in poverty? 

We the middle class, are we complicit in our silence?  Have we by saying nothing, become those who are to blame for today's problems? 

When good men do nothing.