Anarchy

Some may ask, “Sir, what do you believe? What hidden hatred do you have in your heart? Can you let the past go? What do you fear the most?”

As a child raised in poverty, my civics teacher introduced me to democracy and the many different forms of world government. I got an “A” in his class, but something odd transpired shortly after. I got a taste of anarchy, no law, no form of government, but every man for himself. It started with a short walk from a fast foot restaurant while drinking a milkshake, and a conversation with some assumed to be old friends. I was a kind child, a peacemaker, but, sadly, I had to learn a valuable lesson at a very early age. A kid twice my size, who, I assumed was my friend nearly beat me to death because I put my guard down. While brutally getting kicked in the head, knocked out, I came back to life and jumped to my feet eager to fight. My eye was swollen shut, and the crowd around me laughed and I’d been basically back stabbed and left for dead. My civics lesson on anarchy began to unfold. Bloody, and tired with a half shut eye, I heard a group of grown men laughing and shouting at me because I kicked the milkshake that fell out of my hand after being attacked down the street. No one did anything, no one called the cops, no one asked if I were okay; while limping and upset, I heard an old friend continue the fight with the big kid around the corner as I walked home to get treatment for my head injury. This particular moment had to be one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. The madness did not end there, the kid, outrageously out of my weight class even came to my house to finish me off and I’d done nothing to conjure up this anger. His rage to end my life came from somewhere, and sadly, I didn’t even really know why, but he wanted to kill me. This was my childhood, never seeing much mercy. It was anarchy just about everyday and even though I got an “A” in civics class my environment left me for dead. I soon grew to comprehend this form of system because it showed me another form of living. The concept may seem unrealistic, but it still exists in many parts of the world. No police, no government, every man for himself, dying, while fighting for territory and rule. Everyday, crawling out of a dirty hole proving that only the strong survive in anarchy and justice is served with the fist. I learned my lesson in class, hands on, and now always up on guard, never knowing who’s plotting on my meal.

Anarchy