Liberty, multiculturalism, fraternity

So, here I am wondering why I'm blogging in broad daylight. The only opportunity I have to say whatever I want with impunity, with the protection of a screen, distant internet connection and anonymity, and I choose to blog under my real name.

I guess it's because I have a naive penchant for openness. Self censorship and taboo make me chafe, to put it mildly. If I were to go wild under a nom de plume, my defiance would wither in its shame-faced cowardice and the taboo would remain just as deadly, as it stood proud in triumph.

Those things which need to be said urgently, to save lives, can be said under other pseudonyms, but in the sphere of realworld indentity, the workaday life of bureaucracy and boardroom meetings, my real face is revealed only gradually and in small units of measurement. Few want to stir, or spark revolutions; those with notoriety seem to actively seek it. We all want to live; have something to live for. Well, most of us.

The taboos that weigh me down exist only relatively. In parallel, modern day, small big cosmopolitan city communities, and capture what many now term 'the problem of multiculturalism'. But at least with multi we have a choice, and can hop from one to another, not always with ease, but there at least is hope, an escape. I don't see how the critics of multiculturalism can sleep at night in the knowledge that they would rather bury a common human problem, push it away to where they don't have to look at it, deal with it, blocking any chance for those in stifling cultures to escape.

At least in our parallel and mini worlds we can practise striking at the heart of authority for when we have to do it in the real world.