I want to be a journalist. I want to be an investigative journalist. I want to write a story that illuminates part of the world, or an issue, that had since never been seen. I want to write to educate and inform.
None of that crap they do on the six o clock news nowadays.
Man bitten by poodle.
Fluffiest cat in the world surpassed by pet in India.
Traffic Lights in Downtown painted Blue instead of green.
Why is it that the real news, the stories about children in Uganda, about the impossibility of living as a poor person in America, stories about the PEOPLE—are left unspoken?
The media is hardly a source of information – let alone reliable information – anymore. Children are the ones starting movements (see Invisible Children on the plight in Uganda).
Barbara E., author of Nickle and Dimed, dropped her job and became a Voice. She attempted to get by in America on a minimum wage job. She tried to prove, or disprove, the ability of the low wage worker to survive in the system. Even with two jobs, she found it nearly impossible. With hands on work she became a journalist and a voice. She became the story first, she experienced it, and then she wrote about it. Spoke up for every employee of The Maids and of Wal-Mart that is underpaid and overworked and then sent off to another job and inhumane conditions and rules and prices.
I want to someday experience, and then speak. I want to educate. But most of all
I want to help the people of this world by educating them about other people that can’t shout this far, from africa, or even from their own homes, in the slums, or foster homes, of America.
