Pronunciation: /əˌmʊə ˈfuː, amuʀ fu/
Definition of Amour Fou
1. Wild love. 2. Uncontrollable or obsessive passion.
Being soothed by soul music right now…. This song hits home
A magazine cover from 1950….
Not too long ago, we were not allowed to vote. We were silenced and voiceless because of the color of our skin, and that was the “law”. Things are different now…someone stood up for you and fought for you to have a voice, to be able to vote; someone even died for your right to vote. And yet, there are still people who choose not to vote, and they come up with whatever excuse they can for not doing so.
Something worse than having someone choose for you, decide for you, silence you…. something worse is when you silence yourself. When you give up your right and let someone else make choices and decisions for you. History repeats itself, and freedom and our rights can be compromised and taken away yet again. In fact, some of our rights already have been.
Whatever your excuse for not voting is, it’s not good enough. It is not ok to not exercise your right to vote, the right that you once didn’t have. It is not ok to make excuses. It is not ok for people to have died in vain. Even if you don’t vote for Obama or Romney, you have the option to vote for a third party. What matters is that you vote. What’s important is that you don’t let “them” take back your rights, or dictate you, or decide for you. It’s bad enough that “they” once took and still attempt to take our rights and power from us, but it’s even worse if you bow your head and let them.
But if I were to answer you very simply, I would say this: why shouldn’t I be interested? That is to say, what blindness, what deafness, what density of ideology would have to weigh me down to prevent me from being interested in what is probably the most crucial subject to our existence, that is to say the society in which we live, the economic relations within which it functions, and the system of power which defines the regular forms and the regular permissions and prohibitions of our conduct. The essence of our life consists, after all, of the political functioning of the society in which we find ourselves. So I can’t answer the question of why I should be interested; I could only answer it by asking why shouldn’t I be interested?”
One of the things I love the most about my job is that my hard work does not fatten a white man’s pocket. In fact, it does the opposite. My hard work results in taking from that pocket and having that money be put back where it belongs, in the pockets of the workers who slaved away for it and earned it.
I hope that I never, out of necessity, have to work to make a white man richer, but instead that I continue on the path that I am now, a path that is the complete opposite.