Hello again…bloggers. I am back. Yes, it is I, Nate, here to discuss a social injustice. I could no longer sit idly by and quietly observe and sheepishly skulk away in shame for a lack of action. I wish to regain my ability to sleep through the nights, in peace, and to leave behind the torrents of frustration and anxiety.
I am talking, of course, about babyism. Throughout America’s great history, we have battled the great social injustices that have plagued our nation’s people and image. We like to think of ourselves as a people that stand up for the little man, the weak, meager and feeble. We even made it our international motto when we inscribed “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…” on the tablets of our statue of liberty.
In the mid 19th Century, the nation fell into turmoil over the obvious injustice it unconsciously wanted to right. And again, in the early 20th century, women fought the same battle for liberty and equality. And yet again, in the mid 20th century, African Americans took their stand for what was right and just. However, I feel the time has come again. Our next great stand must be made. We must unite and open our eyes to the injustice that is occurring right before us.
This is not an injustice of race. Nor is it one of gender equality or sexual preference. It is wrought upon the weakest of all: babies. That’s right. Babies.
For far too long I walked throughout my day, doing ordinary things and going to ordinary places not even noticing the extraordinary intolerance and inequality given to those of this category (0-5ish years old). I could not see. Until I met Some Boy. After befriending this baby, I came to learn his ways. I learned his language (some of it, I think. There are only two words: ”goo,” and what could only be described in our language as what sounds like a not-yet-developed laugh). I even came to appreciate his culture. They are a simple people, mostly keeping to basic foods and enjoying music as uncomplicated as old nursery rhymes. But even still, they are human just the same.
Why then do we segregate them? I find it puzzling we fought so hard in the 50s to desegregate our bathrooms and drinking fountains, yet when I go to what we might call a “family oriented” establishment, like the local mall I found that the managers had made an obvious effort to separate this poor lot. Again, after 60 years of efforts, I witnessed this under-represented group being delegated to separate and smaller drinking fountains. Even inside the bathroom, they were “encouraged” to use separate and smaller urinals (sorry, I’m not sure what it’s like for these poor babies in the women’s room but I can only imagine).
I thought to myself, “Maybe this is some sort of mistake. Maybe it’s the last remnants of old thinking in some sort of historical building.” But oh was I wrong. I found the exact same sort of treatment at a local eatery: Rubio’s. They had a segregated menu with a section delegated to children. And on airplanes, they don’t even have seats for the babies! OUTRAGEOUS. Our own government even passed a law forcing babies to sit in the back of the car. THE BACK. Sound familiar? I just hope we don’t have to wait for a Rosa Parks Baby to sway the hateful minds.
I was surfing the Internet and found the video of the “dancing baby”. It dawned on me yet again…the entertainment industry is even taking advantage of them. Instead of casting a real baby for that part, they made a computer generated one instead. Obviously they detest the idea of even paying a real baby for an honest day’s work!
I know I can rant for hours on this subject. I must call it a day for now or else I might fill up all the space on this Internet thingamajig. I will just leave you with a last word.
I for one am not going to take this ANYMORE.
P.S. If you don’t want my baby in your restaurant, then you don’t want me in it either. Okay, Pennsylvanian restaurant owner that hates babies? One day, when the social justice comes, you will look back in shame (or the kids you don’t have will look back on their father as the bigot he was).