My life has changed tremendously since embarking on this wonderful journey through the continuation of a revolution. Since my first day of public school it was apparent to me that something was wrong with the world. I could never quite put my finger upon it. The first real evil I recall observing in the world came shortly before I entered school, it was the assassination of John Lennon on my fifth birthday. I didn't have a clue who he was or what he had done to deserve being shot, I just remember my mother and her best friend crying and mourning him. This event influenced the course of my life.

As I grew older I began to listen to the music of the Beatles and the solo work of Lennon. Somewhere along the line I learned about his protest of the war and his alternative lifestyle. I grew to admire the way that he pursued his passions despite any objections from the outside world or his band mates. He didn't seem to care what anyone thought, he wanted to live his life in the way that made him happy.

From my admiration for John Lennon I developed an attraction to others who lost their lives because they refused to compromise their inner happiness, or their integrity. Martin Luther King Jr., Gandhi, Steven Biko, to name a few. All men who were "dangerous". They were dangerous because they thought for themselves, and fought to continue to think for themselves. They were dangerous because they had ideas. Ideas that would change the plans of those who were in power.

Now, it was not just the ideas that made them dangerous. They had something else, they had influence. They had respect for people based on the fact that they were people, and not by any measure of their merit. This respect that they emulated earned them the respect of thousands upon thousands of strangers. Strangers who would hang on every word they spoke. It was this influence that made them, and their ideas, dangerous.

It is clear to me now why the article I am referring you to is of great importance to us and why these men had to be removed from the equation. Had it not been for this current freedom movement my children would have ended up attending public schools, despite my dislike of them previously for unrelated reasons. I believe my instincts were trying to tell me that something was wrong. Believe me, I know it does not end here, but I believe this is where it may begin. The following is an excerpt from the article I have linked to.

Do we really need school? I don't mean education, just forced schooling: six classes a day, five days a week, nine months a year, for twelve years. Is this deadly routine really necessary? And if so, for what? Don't hide behind reading, writing, and arithmetic as a rationale, because 2 million happy homeschoolers have surely put that banal justification to rest. Even if they hadn't, a considerable number of well-known Americans never went through the twelve-year wringer our kids currently go through, and they turned out all right. George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln? Someone taught them, to be sure, but they were not products of a school system, and not one of them was ever "graduated" from a secondary school. Throughout most of American history, kids generally didn't go to high school, yet the unschooled rose to be admirals, like Farragut; inventors, like Edison; captains of industry, like Carnegie and Rockefeller; writers, like Melville and Twain and Conrad; and even scholars, like Margaret Mead. In fact, until pretty recently people who reached the age of thirteen weren't looked upon as children at all. Ariel Durant, who co-wrote an enormous, and very good, multivolume history of the world with her husband, Will, was happily married at fifteen, and who could reasonably claim that Ariel Durant was an uneducated person? Unschooled, perhaps, but not uneducated."