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Freedom '12

by Jeremy Hooper

It was an evocative image for a mega-global audience. There before a massive set of worldwide peepers, a man and a message: freedom.

Screen Shot 2012-08-13 At 8.30.12 AmThe word was imprinted on the decidedly diverse attendees—quite literally, in fact. On their hearts. On their minds. The bright light was reflected back to billions watching the telly, forming a simpatico between viewer and content provider. One world, one easy path to peace.

"All we have to do now, is take these lies and make them true somehow." They chanted and cheered at the local boy made good. We all celebrated the culmination of two weeks of human connectivity. All of us: prince and peasant; athlete and couch potato; Ginger and Sporty; LGBT and S. It seems so easy, really. It always does at times like this.

But now to impart the lessons of freedom onto the everyday. When George the singer goes back to being George the friend, lover, traveler, father, brother, colleague, the calls for freedom have a way of falling short. In some of the countries represented, that call falls quite short, in fact. George (and Freddie and Elton and…) the iconic doesn't earn the same ovation as George the mere mortal. He's free to close the show, so long as he agrees to play along with demanded conventions once his set is over.

No. Stop it. We are not your jesters, Earth. We are not your prisoners, globe. We are not your whipping posts or scapegoats, spinning mass of blue and green. We are just as fit for freedom today as we were last night. We are overdue.

You like to dance to our tunes? Great, then you've got to stop stomping on our bodies and minds. You've got to grant us some respect. You've got to protect the vulnerable and help end the international torment. "You've got to give for what you take."

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