It’s rare that I consider the privileges of my lifestyle. Sure, I appreciate my boss, despite my job. And I appreciate th epeople in my life fairly regularly. But there are always things I don’t consider, things that may come into my awareness only with special reflection, perhaps sparked by the season of Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or Easter. So perhaps it is appropriate that this news item about blogging elsewhere came to my attention in this season.
I rarely consider the internet as a place of freedom for myself. Sure, it allows for some expression and some sharing of opinions. For the most part though, my sharing is very lighthearted and because of this, I tend to perceive the environment as lighthearted. Sure, when I was in China I was much more aware of restrictions that could be made, but still it was more of a game. I looked up different opinions about Tibet and amused myself with their monks-as-oppressors, Communism-as-the-liberator articles. I didn’t get offended or hurt, perhaps because I knew my lack of access was only temporary.
What does it mean that a blogger – not even someone with the authority of print – would be arrested and held for the opinions that he posts? What does it mean to consider your blog – this light, hopeful and happy thing that often contains subtle prods – as something of complete and ultimate seriousness? How does it affect your writing? How does it affect your life, to know that what you post on a simple blog – something most like a public forum for the world – could change your life forever? Could get you killed? Could put your family in danger?