A small personal blog about when I learned first hand that truth & justice is not always valued anymore. I use an example from my early childhood to explore why Democracy is tyranny.
Growing (growing bendy that is) up, I was always instilled with the value that truth & honesty were the best actions to live by in life. My mother taught me to be honest & my father taught me to face reality, something of which people barely do these days. Being obviously a kid, I always thought everybody everywhere was honest, truthful, and always did the right thing.
In elementary school, I was a total badass. I went to a chinese-english school named Kildare Elementary School in North Edmonton with like 28 chinese-mandarin classes and 1 english class, which I was in. I knew everyone and everyone knew me. We were like a big family, and stuck together. I remember that day, because I learned a lot from it. It was grade 5, and the recess bell just rang. We all ran outside and did our thing. I can't for the life of me remember why it was the reason, but I managed to piss off most of the class somehow, and they all were out to get me.
We used a "Note system" to pass notes to the teacher if we wanted to report someone else for bullying or other bad activities. So when everyone went inside, 80% of the class who were pissed off at me sent similar notes to the teacher saying that I was swearing outside. I do remember, crystal clearly, that I had not actually been swearing at all.
Pulled to the side, I was grilled by the teacher for why I had been swearing. I valiantly denied the claims, and cited the other classmates were out to get me. That did not pass and it was taken to the next level: the principles office. Since this was early 90's, even then it was slightly less liberal than today as in those days a principle wouldn't be investigated on claims he called someone a name for example. I'm not saying it was "the hard life" but it sure was harder than these days. Anyways, I was repeatedly grilled in the principles office, to the point where the principle was yelling at the top of his lungs in my face.
I knew I had not swore, but was falsely being prosecuted for it. It went as far as the principle telling me he believed a few of my so called "friends" over me anyday, as they were "better people". It escalated further when my mom was called in, and to my surprise she defended me by yelling in my principles face, which actually shut him up (inb4 back to the kitchen).
Any average person would have likely caved in eventually and admitted he did the act when he did not, but I didn't. I saw it as absolutely crucial to pursue truth at all costs no matter who it helped or hurted which is how I still operate today. If I recall the outcome clearly, I believe the principle gave up and didn't care anymore and I was sent back to class. I had learned then and there in a small way the tyranny of the majority, otherwise known as Democracy. The majority vote in this case my classmates, basically voted me out of the room and into trouble. Although its a silly example to use as I was a young child, its principle remains ever important.