“…freedom is never volutarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed.”
This quote by King seems to fit in any circumstance containing a social hierarchy. It is rational to believe the oppressed serves the oppresser and therefore makes its/his life easier. If something is helping and not complaining, more likely than not things will continue the way they are.
Turning sixteen is just the first of many anticipated days, leading to a more “grown up” life. It’s when we can finally drive ourselves wherever we need, and don’t have to bug our parents for every little trip we have to make. Apparently my mom doesn’t think the same way society and I do. When I first got my license I could see my mom clinching the seatbelt, watching for trouble. There was also constant yelling, ” Watch out for those people!” or ” No you can’t drive with your feet”.
I consider my mom to be over protective. Sometimes it is comforting to know someone cares for you so much or it can be suffocating. One of the things she does, is always think of the worst case possible. If I want to do something, I’m crazy because a sex predator could be on the loose and may want to take advantage of me.
One day while driving, my mom was doing her constant bickering. Finally I said angrily, “Mom don’t yell unless you actually see me doing something wrong. After that the yelling ceased, and now she lets me drive more freely. I felt bad for talking agressively towards my mom. However it had to be done to gain more independence for my sister and I.
In this case my mom was being the oppressor, trying to keep me,the oppressed, from driving away. Having me always within her watch was “help” to her knowledge of my whereabouts. Although it may be wierd to think, i’m sure my mom would have wanted me under her protection for as long as possible. This might have still been true if I had not demanded her to let me be.
