Invisible Children - My essay
After watching this incredible documentary, the first thing I ask myself is...Why can't we do more? How can anyone be unaffected by this? It's so easy for someone who has no idea what it's like to push it aside because it makes them uncomfortable, but the fact is, there are children who live with all of this every single day, and shoving it under a rug and pretending that it doesn't happen is not an option. It seems strange to the average American child for someone to want an education so badly, when so many of these children would give their lives to go to school and have the chance that so many disregard.
Think about constantly being in fear, being 5 or 6 years old, and being responsible for yourself, maybe even your younger sibling and your lives. No stability, no food, no constant shelter, no education. Only fear. Fear for your lives, fear for your minds
It's pathetic when a person will sacrifice everything in their path for their goal, even if that means taking the lives of innocents. Total war has and continues to be the worst plague put upon this world. The children of Uganda are an example of this. To know that the rebel troops are so desperate for soldiers as to abduct, kill, and torture kids...Little kids...Is disgusting. The weight all of this has put on my chest is astounding, and I know I will not be able to stop until I help fix this.
My father has always told me "Linzi, You can't save the world." But I think I can damned well try, because that's a pathetic excuse not to help. America is not perfect, but we do not have a crisis on our hands such as the people of Uganda do, and to not help is the same as slaughtering thousands of children. Little girls are being raped, children are forced to watch others being murdered, taught to kill, to shoot and not ask questions...They are afraid to sleep in their own homes. I don't see how we could ever have allowed this to go on for so long. Ever.
Everything about this situation is wrong, everything about this movie haunts me, I can’t get the images of those drawings out of my mind...In my wildest dreams I can’t imagine what these poor kids have gone through...And for what? For a war they born into, a war that has nothing to do with them, a blind war with no mercy.
Why is it that those who have money...Money which is really nothing more than a piece of paper, can have all of this world in the palm of their hand? Because of a piece of paper? This world is for everyone...And if we want our pieces of green paper for our Ipods, and our Hollister, then all it costs is the lives of millions of people who starve, who die of disease, disease that could have been prevented with research that COULD have been done with that green paper.
It’s scary when your life revolves completely around “could have” and “if”. But this is the harsh reality for countless countries, people, children, nations.
No matter what my father says, I do want to save the world, because honestly, who else cares? The teenagers I know care about Ipods, Hollister, new cell phones...When children in Uganda want to go to school, become lawyers... It seems our youth has become irrelevant and apathetic.
I just can’t grasp...How celebrities have the privilege to buy eight thousand dollar handbags that they use once...And an eight year old child starves to death because his mother died of AIDS and there’s no money to get him food.
It’s all fine and good to watch Invisible Children and cry, and say it’s so terrible...But that isn’t going to help them. What are we going to do? Who should we talk to? How far should we go? Why isn’t our government helping? These are questions we need to ask, and not stop until we get the answers.
I know I may seem as if I’m repeatedly ranting...I’m just so frantic as to what to do. It isn’t like I have very much money, but if I did, all of it would be over there in a heart beat. There’s so much to be done, so many resounding could have and if’s...
I simply...Don’t understand how people can let other human beings suffer like this...I simply can’t understand it and I won’t rest until it is right, I don’t care how naive I sound and I don’t care how childish anyone believes me to be. Simply put I am a woman on a mission. On many missions, but I’m not so foolish as to take it all at once. One step at a time.
There are invisible children everywhere. In Uganda, in America, right under our noses. Children with no homes, no food, no parents, children who are kicked to the sides of the streets like trash.
The images of all of those children on the ground in that hospital, scared to go home, trying to tell themselves that they were safe will never escape me, and I will never forget them. Never forget any of them.
My dream now is to go to Africa, go to third world countries, protest, bring food, clothes, toys, clean water....To help these people. To do some good instead of just sucking up the worlds oxygen. I plan to raise as much money as I can, and this isn’t something I’m going to drop, this is something that will never stop, the fire within me, people make up the fire within me. Raw human emotion is something that nobody can escape, no matter how loud you turn up your Ipod.
The world is so big, yet so small, people are so big yet so small...And there’s so much potential as to what we can do. This world can be for everyone. I don’t see why it isn’t, and I don’t see how anybody else can.
Call me stupid, call me a hypocrite for being an American, call me childish for thinking I can save the world, Save the whales, Save the children, Save the environment...But maybe it’s better that I’m childish. Because one person trying is better than nothing, and I know there are others who care. Some day with some perseverance I believe that this world could be an amazing place. But I don’t think it will be easy, and I’m very sure I will not live to see it. Because people change, but it never happens quickly.
Just look at the guys who made this film...Just a bunch of American kids. And yet they’ve started a movement with something so much bigger than themselves, started change, recognition, progress.
One kid can change the world.
Think about constantly being in fear, being 5 or 6 years old, and being responsible for yourself, maybe even your younger sibling and your lives. No stability, no food, no constant shelter, no education. Only fear. Fear for your lives, fear for your minds
It's pathetic when a person will sacrifice everything in their path for their goal, even if that means taking the lives of innocents. Total war has and continues to be the worst plague put upon this world. The children of Uganda are an example of this. To know that the rebel troops are so desperate for soldiers as to abduct, kill, and torture kids...Little kids...Is disgusting. The weight all of this has put on my chest is astounding, and I know I will not be able to stop until I help fix this.
My father has always told me "Linzi, You can't save the world." But I think I can damned well try, because that's a pathetic excuse not to help. America is not perfect, but we do not have a crisis on our hands such as the people of Uganda do, and to not help is the same as slaughtering thousands of children. Little girls are being raped, children are forced to watch others being murdered, taught to kill, to shoot and not ask questions...They are afraid to sleep in their own homes. I don't see how we could ever have allowed this to go on for so long. Ever.
Everything about this situation is wrong, everything about this movie haunts me, I can’t get the images of those drawings out of my mind...In my wildest dreams I can’t imagine what these poor kids have gone through...And for what? For a war they born into, a war that has nothing to do with them, a blind war with no mercy.
Why is it that those who have money...Money which is really nothing more than a piece of paper, can have all of this world in the palm of their hand? Because of a piece of paper? This world is for everyone...And if we want our pieces of green paper for our Ipods, and our Hollister, then all it costs is the lives of millions of people who starve, who die of disease, disease that could have been prevented with research that COULD have been done with that green paper.
It’s scary when your life revolves completely around “could have” and “if”. But this is the harsh reality for countless countries, people, children, nations.
No matter what my father says, I do want to save the world, because honestly, who else cares? The teenagers I know care about Ipods, Hollister, new cell phones...When children in Uganda want to go to school, become lawyers... It seems our youth has become irrelevant and apathetic.
I just can’t grasp...How celebrities have the privilege to buy eight thousand dollar handbags that they use once...And an eight year old child starves to death because his mother died of AIDS and there’s no money to get him food.
It’s all fine and good to watch Invisible Children and cry, and say it’s so terrible...But that isn’t going to help them. What are we going to do? Who should we talk to? How far should we go? Why isn’t our government helping? These are questions we need to ask, and not stop until we get the answers.
I know I may seem as if I’m repeatedly ranting...I’m just so frantic as to what to do. It isn’t like I have very much money, but if I did, all of it would be over there in a heart beat. There’s so much to be done, so many resounding could have and if’s...
I simply...Don’t understand how people can let other human beings suffer like this...I simply can’t understand it and I won’t rest until it is right, I don’t care how naive I sound and I don’t care how childish anyone believes me to be. Simply put I am a woman on a mission. On many missions, but I’m not so foolish as to take it all at once. One step at a time.
There are invisible children everywhere. In Uganda, in America, right under our noses. Children with no homes, no food, no parents, children who are kicked to the sides of the streets like trash.
The images of all of those children on the ground in that hospital, scared to go home, trying to tell themselves that they were safe will never escape me, and I will never forget them. Never forget any of them.
My dream now is to go to Africa, go to third world countries, protest, bring food, clothes, toys, clean water....To help these people. To do some good instead of just sucking up the worlds oxygen. I plan to raise as much money as I can, and this isn’t something I’m going to drop, this is something that will never stop, the fire within me, people make up the fire within me. Raw human emotion is something that nobody can escape, no matter how loud you turn up your Ipod.
The world is so big, yet so small, people are so big yet so small...And there’s so much potential as to what we can do. This world can be for everyone. I don’t see why it isn’t, and I don’t see how anybody else can.
Call me stupid, call me a hypocrite for being an American, call me childish for thinking I can save the world, Save the whales, Save the children, Save the environment...But maybe it’s better that I’m childish. Because one person trying is better than nothing, and I know there are others who care. Some day with some perseverance I believe that this world could be an amazing place. But I don’t think it will be easy, and I’m very sure I will not live to see it. Because people change, but it never happens quickly.
Just look at the guys who made this film...Just a bunch of American kids. And yet they’ve started a movement with something so much bigger than themselves, started change, recognition, progress.
One kid can change the world.