Tyranny in the Academe

            If there is one tyranny that I would gladly surrender myself and that is the tyranny of reason. However, the world I am immersed into is a tyranny of the old, the titled and so called professed. The academe is indeed a bastion of excellence, a spawning pool for potential great people, but the breeders are themselves hog washed by the illusion of being immutable and infallible. When title, position and a touch of “self-proclaimed-hoodness” are the primary elements that reinforce their bearing in the environment then what we have is failure of democracy. We, the “have-nots”, too have that self-proclaim-hoodness; however, it is title and position that we do not have and we know the world functions in a hierarchy and at times that hierarchy is founded on power play and not on reason.

            As a lover of wisdom, I reject power as truth but let truth be power and that I have no qualms about. The institution is plagued with titles who never were in the first place commensurate of its worth since, it is a well-known likelihood and suspicion that diplomas and degrees have monetary equivalence with a touch of no-sweat-just-comply nature of acquisition. We are defeated if not, lagged behind in the game of tenureship as we garner for that title which is of worth and therefore, arduous, painful yet authentic. Rushed documents are indeed humiliating yet they do not know that it is for it is just the paper that matters. However, confronting these papered giants is a hard task when it comes to legitimacy of one’s “opinion” because by default, who are we, the young, the unskilled, the untitled and no position dare question or if in a friendly manner, dare initiate a healthy conversation?

            I am blessed to have a good environment that reared me to a point of being radical. Radical and qualified. Yet, no one hears the young. If not the young, in my case, the aloof. Alone and petrified with all of my books in the shelf, not for display, but truly touched. Alone in my art as lame pop truly sucks. Alone in the pack of normies and non-radicals. Alone in that 'room', but not with the recipients of how I do my tutelage. However, they who have seen the radical worth of my visions and how I embody to them my upbringing and the upbringing of legends found me noteworthy. How I embody the disciplines that made the young and the radicals possible and actual in them. How I excite their heads to the point of knowledge thirst. Although this may sound egotistical and plain narcissistic, but let the true “them” be the judge not my superiors. Because, it is again how I serve the people that I found my worth, not my bosses. But if my boss be a person for the people then we are one in principle. To serve my people, to serve the truth is my suspicious altruistic end and I say such for that is how egoistic I am for there is this eternal 'recognition' of my being through the students and the people. Anyone who is capable of rousing the majority is always targeted for execution by the system holders. They who have titles, whether authentic or not are afraid to lose their lordship over the dictates of the qualified masses. The inauthentic "they" are the ones who will crucify the source of dissent - a dissent which leads to a reevaluation of systems. The head of the revolution is to be blamed, but actually he or she is just the embodiment of the suppressed will of the many. He or she is just a symbol and the manifestation of the awakening of the consciousness of the many.

            I cannot awe them with the books and experiences I have and continue to accumulate because I am young. Just because I am young, I have no say. But underneath your self-proclaimhoodness, we are building an empire. We are slowly rising. To the co and superiors, time will come and we will rise. My worth is not your approval but their's! "What we do in life, echoes in eternity!" It is to what I do that counts, not what I have.