So, I am a U.S. citizen. I vote. I pay my taxes. I use my turn indicator at 4-way stops when no one is around. I give blood (not germane but virtuous).
All my life, I have been a Piglet. For the most part, I feel small and squeaky. To this day, when I have politely-worded arguments, I feel trembly.
Politics are full of Heffalumps and Tiggers. Neither type seems to enjoy quietness and small days as much I do. I leave the blustering and the bouncing to them.
There are all kinds of big threats to liberty to protest. But there are Christopher Robins and Rabbits who very capably Know What to Do in These Cases.
In my case, there are very little and mostly silent things to do: giving of small monies and helping Winnie the Pooh fix things up and bringing to notice those whose pain has not been noticed.
While I don’t have much of a voice, it’s due to temperament. It’s not due to anyone forcing me to be quiet, to not be there.
I think that’s why the PIPA and SOPA issue upsets me so.
I don’t like rich and powerful Heffalumps telling other forest creatures to shush. I don’t think the Tiggers are the only voices which should be heard. I don’t think the practical Rabbits and benign Christopher Robins should be sent out of the forest and barbed wire wound around the tree trunks shutting them out.
I especially think us Piglets should be let to poke about in the Hundred Acre Wood. We are small and of no importance but we have a right to be here.
I have, for the first time in my life, contacted my senator. My voice definitely squeaked but I said my say.
If you are a Piglet too, please step up and please speak up.
Because if we can’t speak, we can’t speak for anyone who has been hushed.