Nothing offends me more than people who shut doors on others who are not like them. Let me clarify this a little further: we put locks on doors to keep the wrong people out, and sometimes to keep the right people in. But, nothing peeves me more when I see people shutting doors on everyone, but will open them just for a select few.
Now, there are private doors, and there are public, so some doors have more rights than others, but still, when someone puts up a door, and locks it, the intent is to keep whoever out, no matter how hard they want to come in.
Opportunities are like doors with locks, but the doors are like social openings and the locks are the mechanisms that block people from obtaining the rights to enter into these social spaces. A few things come to mind that represent the social locks. Money is perhaps the biggest one, since our Western social standards sees economics as the cannon of who we are. Next is merit, which is determined as, who you are, what you are, and where you come from. Then fear, distrust, and secrecy are next, as I go down the list.
Is it right to use doors with locks to keep people out when we have freedom of mobility, freedom of thought and expression? It seems that property ownership has crept into our social sphere, where not only are our intellectual rights guarded with locked doors, but so too are our public spaces, as we all seem to want private autonomy. The guarded secrets are for sale, but not for reproduction, so locks are placed on doors in lieu of contracts and laws that supersede our right to bargain.
So everywhere in Canada more doors and locks than ever before are being built today then at any other time in our history. It seems that we have entered into an era of having our values and self worth guarded with locks and doors, as our inner space is now worth more than our outer public space. This lock and door craze has made us want more prisons, generated fear against our neighbours, and the demand for gated communities has never been grater as we suspect everyone to be, I dare say, a criminal.
But, it is the invisible doors, and the untouchable locks, that worry me the most. With labelling and stereotyping, we subconsciously put up doors and lock them without even knowing it. We use the words like “other,” “them,” and “they” to speak of those who we least desire and shut them out. And the biggest crime of it all is that we are aware of it, but we have buried it deeper then ever before so that we can keep a straight face when we talk about it.
There is a tragedy to all of this. The more we lock these doors, the less the value of why we are locking these doors becomes. It was like when my little red waggon went missing. I was so mad that I wanted to build a gate, a 2 metre high fence and have cameras at ever corner of our property. Mom said “no,” by the way. But that was how far I wanted it to go because I thought someone had taken it from me, and I did not want to be hurt again.
The other example is, the most beautiful sculpture in the world, with a priceless value, yet it sits in a locked vault several metres under the ground where few eyes can grace its beauty. Is the sculpture still beautiful if no one can see it?