Excerpts from 'A journey to finding me' Eps 14

31st October The last two days I have had a Yemeni dinner and a Halloween party both with discussions on politics and human rights, the idea that they are inextricably linked came up. I have often taken myself to be one not interested in politics and not having a desire to talk about it. The word has bad connotations for me and today when we talked about it, it appeared that being a Human rights lawyer or activist I am not going to avoid the concept of politics. Maybe the term should be changed ‘the exercise of power’ sounds better. It is this, that causes refugees, and yes it fails human beings in the area of rights. Someone wondered how I could be involved with human rights and not have any political views. I guess it is at such times when I realize I do have political views but then I cannot be bothered to discuss them. Why? I Ask myself, what happens when I share my politic views? nothing will change. How do my views matter at all, and what is point of discussing things that we cannot change? But then I remember that my dreams are to make a difference in the small possible way and when I share my thoughts and views maybe then I can blend in with others who share the same views and create some kind of movement for change, that is probably how everyone else who made a difference, made one. So yes I need to start sharing my views and speaking about what I believe in. I am of the idea that politics has a lot to do with moral values in a practical sense, it is the greed and the selfishness in mankind that corrupts politics and it is morality that creates human rights. The two are linked in more ways than one. Been reading Bernard Levy again, since the time we had to listen to his speech in class I have been more and more captivated by his ideologies and I think like him, ‘I have the writers need for secrecy. I like secrets , compartmentalize a great deal and there are areas of my life that do not communicate’ ‘I tend to watch what I say and say certain things and not others, there are areas of my ideas am very uncomfortable sharing – am not yet sure why but just maybe as I keep writing I may find out why? And it is true for me, as I keep writing I find out what why I don’t want to share some things and why things make and do not make sense. So maybe writing is doing me some good after all.