Sunday, May 5, 2013

Tunnel of Oppression


Before you start this I am just going to warn you it is not a short read. Have a good day.

     As I reflect on what I truly believe in it is really hard for me to actually find something. I know what I believe is right and wrong but I don't think those count as something I truly believe in. In fact as I mule this over the one thing I keep thinking of is how formative college is for our ideas and beliefs. Every thing we experience pushes us one way or the other on issues. Each moment is game changer and without each of them we would not be the same.

      Going back to what I believe is right or wrong because I think that is where I can truly find what I can say I believe in. As I went through the tunnel of oppression I truthfully could not fully face what it was saying to me. Maybe its just cause I want to see the best everywhere and when you see the worst it is so hard to accept. In the beginning when it started with alcohol and how people do push each other to literally the brink of death I remembered those times in the bathroom puking my guts out wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. Personally I don't believe alcohol is something evil in fact I believe that sometimes it can help foster a community. The real problem is how college is portrayed to us kids in it; and yes I mean kids none of us are really ready for "the real world". Every movie you watch that has college in it you see kids getting plastered to the brink of passing out yet it is made to look fun or in conversations with people we are expected to have these crazy drunken stories to tell all those friends back home. Maybe if people stopped thinking of college as just 4 drunken years there would not be these horrible deaths.

      Moving on to the problems with slavery. I remember back in kindergarten in Sunday School when we learned about Joseph and how he was sold into slavery. That was my first introduction to it. Since then I have learned how horrible it is, the way it makes people dehumanized. In fact I wonder how can it still be going on anywhere in the world. I just don't know what I can do to stop this. I feel powerless an truthfully I really don't like feeling powerless. Then of course I walked to the section on LGBQT, I think thats right. For me I have luckily grown up in a very liberal family where there is nothing wrong with LGBQT people in fact they are just people, no different from me. Basically I just don't understand why people commit hate crimes against them. Quite a few of my friends are gay or lesbian and I just don't see them being any different from me. That's probably why I don't understand the view of them being unnatural or devil's children.

      That is my reflection on the Tunnel of Oppression. Personally I still feel like I really don't know what I really believe in. Maybe I am just having a college belief crisis who knows. I would love to think I have the right beliefs but who really knows what is right. I hope in the future people can really be accepting to everyone no matter who, what, or where they come from. I am sorry if this just read as a college student rambling.

Just A College Guy
--Alex Weseloh

3 comments:

  1. Thank you for opening up about your feelings Alex. I bet a lot of people feel the same way you do- and I agree, it's hard to know what you believe in at the tender ages of 18 and 19! I think it's great that your expanding your horizons and learning more about different issues our society faces.

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  2. You bring up a lot of really good points and I appreciate you taking about your struggles to find what it is you really believe in. Although I do have some strong beliefs, I connected to your points about wanting to see the best in everyone. This is a view that I share and it often gets in the way of me being able to accept horrible events like were saw in the Tunnel of Oppression. Thanks for sharing your views!

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  3. This is a well written, thought-provoking 'diary' of someone who cares deeply about the world around him. Reality is so distorted by life-like fictional portrayals. Where is that line where truth meets lie? Perhaps that is a lifelong question for all of us...

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