Silenced Keystrokes

What a time to be alive! Social Media has given us the key to unity and expression! We are finally free to hug our fellow neighbor and show them the love that will breed the human togetherness necessary to end war forever! Social media has been a continuing campaign that has led to a virtual web that has successfully connected the world to one another. From Beijing, China to Vancouver, Canada, you can reach another soul, just like yours, on the other side of your keyboard. This is supposed to be a groundbreaking celebration! Everyone, get the bottles out! Let’s celebrate! Let’s jump up and down! We’ve finally done it! One step for man, one giant leap for mankind! Surely, the unity of the human race will break the lines and limits of our world, right? No more classism. No more racism. No more lines.

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The same keystrokes that spread the love of the human soul are used to crush the soul of another. The same vehicle used to bring peace, brings death. Revelation behind revelation and the light only reveals that underneath the silence of privacy was an even uglier creature.

 

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Can anyone comment on this problem? Are there any leaders that will rise up and lead us to the promised land? We’re tired of being oppressed as a people. We don’t know how the “high places” work, you guys are supposed to be handling that. That’s why we chose you. You promised you’d fix the problems and bring peace in the process. All we get in response is a large chatter exploding in our face. So deafening that it doesn’t let us think. People swearing that they have the answer, that they are the one, that they know which way to go and if you disagree with their view, you get attacked. You get berated and treated like an animal for having a unique idea. Beaten almost to submission if you show any sign of belief in a life greater than this broken system that we call our lives. You’ve lived your life behind bars your entire life and if you talk about freedom, you’re left almost dead. You can’t fight for what you believe in without being run over for it. You may as well, not have a voice.

 

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We’re forced to condense our thoughts down to 140 characters and, little by little, teach ourselves to diminish the things that make us human down to a limited amount of time. If you’re gonna be human, do it in 140 characters or “you’re thirsty”, “you’re lame”, “you’re weird”, “you don’t belong here.” You can’t double text. You can’t express any emotion. You’re losing your very soul, but you can’t break away from the current or you’ll be ostracized. You’re becoming silent. Saying less, because no one really cares anyways. Keep your signature smile on your face and don’t reveal yourself to anyone. When your pain becomes unbearable, you can have a smoke break outside with Twitter, but then it’s back to work.

 

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UNT Eagle Strategies

Class members of the social media class in the Mayborn School of Journalism