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A Future Up In Smoke.

Thought provoking image - I know... I was forced to sit and gaze eagerly at the action movie that was the protest at Wits University last week. I had an appointment somewhere, I just can't seem to remember where or who I was to meet (it obviously wasn't important), but the scenes I witnessed as I passed the TV on the way out caught me like a hook in the mouth and reeled me back. I remember looking away for a second and then the next, there was smoke and rubber bullets being fired. My eyes caught sight of a girl in pink appearing paralysed on the ground and a fellow blue-collar who'd been hit on the head with a brick. I couldn't believe the carnage I'd been seeing at Wits. But much like the stone that drew blood from the officer's head, it hit me that we missed the point of our ancestor's struggle. They fought for social and political equality and though it wasn't an immediate change, progress has been made right? I mean, a lot of black parents today are sending their kids to some of the most top-notch universities in the country. I'm not sure how they do it but bottom line is that many of you reading this have started first year and are well on your way to eventually graduating. It's just ironic how we, the successors and custodians of the last generation's achievements are destroying the very thing they died for, the very thing out parents sought after - quality education. All I'm saying is that there's a less destructive way to achieve what is needed: for starters a national walk sounds like a good idea. It'll urge government and key players to consider our request. I'd name a few more but i have to go study... I urge students to carry on the protest like educated, young individuals. Showing moral sense, respect and self-control, and don't worry, WE'LL WIN THE FIGHT!

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