My Name is Freedom

Yesterday Chris and I were on a tram in Zurich when it came to a screeching halt. We could hear yelling and chanting when immediately in front of us a group of Muslim demonstrators passed us. There were probably 100.

The man's sign reads:
"My name is Freedom born in Tunisia.
Grown in Egypt.
Studied in Yemen.
Fought in Libya and I will grow in all Arab countries."

Other signs read, "Down with tyranny" and "Lybia is a beautiful land without you and your band".  Many signs had pictures of the those that died during the protests. 


I am truly grateful for the freedoms I posses.  I have the right to vote.  I have freedom of religion.  I have the right to free speech and to protest.  I have the right to a fair trial.  I have the freedom to gain an education and to work.  I know these rights came at the price of an unimaginable number of casualties, but aren't they worth fighting for?

"Freedom is never voluntarily given to the oppressed, it must be demanded by the oppressed."
-Martin Luther King Jr.