time-to-time the
subject of human rights crops up in the news media. Usually as a
result of the adventures of an activist. The imprisonment, trial,
sentencing, and expulsion from China of Harry Wu, for example. Or a
report issued by a human rights organization which makes the
news.
Now I don’t know what people
mean when they say "human rights," so I consulted Merriam
Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, 10th Edition
. According to that
book "human rights" are rights — such as freedom from unlawful
imprisonment, torture, and execution — regarded as belonging
fundamentally to all persons.
Because the key word in
that definition is the word "unlawful," it seems patently clear to
me that what constitutes human rights in any country is decided by
the people with the guns because they’re the ones who get to say
what’s unlawful.
It also seems patently
clear to me that if people in a country are denied the rights they
want, they can get those rights in only one way — they have to seize
them at the point of a gun.
Isn’t that what we did? George III
wouldn’t give us the rights we wanted and so we took them
by fighting for them. Isn’t that what happened in Vietnam? And in a sense,
isn’t that also what happened in Afghanistan? [Editor's Note: This refers to the
invasion of Afghanistan by the Russians in 1978.]
So why do we continue to
delude ourselves by thinking we can bestow rights on people in other
countries just by working our mouths?
Have we been able to do so in China? Iraq? Iran? Somalia?
Libya? Bosnia? Not in the least. [Editor's Note: Please keep in mind that this piece
was origionally written and broadcast somewhere around 1995 or
1996.]
Perhaps it’s because the
guys with the guns in each of those countries remember a certain
nursery rhyme from their childhood that we appear to have forgotten
— sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never harm
me.
Think about
it. 