Before a near death experience my voice was a rare sound. When I did speak I would take care to stay in the safe and culturally acceptable lines. Politeness was expected and polite I was.
Respect and harmony are wonderful things. I still believe in and value the power of politeness. When I reflected on my life I realized that my silence was anything but silence. Neutral is necessary if you are driving a stick shift. In life, silence can mean agreement. It can imply acceptance. It sends a message. Silence is a powerful action and there is a time and place for it. In a single moment my voice was set free. I would not wait “…Until they came for me.”