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Is it you yourself who decides about what you consider to be your “right”? It’s an inner process, isn’t it, that you believe you ought to have a right to breathe, a right to walk wherever you want to, a right to say whatever you feel like saying.

There is another layer of the term “right” that is not an inner process but that marks instead that what the society, or the whole human world considers to be a “right” or your “right” respectively. This form of a “legal right” – lets ground it upon the basis of a generalized form of all legal human rights taken together as, so to speak, a “generic” type of a right the humans actually “grant” you, themselves as a group, or a group within the human group – this generic type of an exclusively human right (our current “legal right”) can be detached and even really be something different than the type of right you give yourself.

Without the outer form of a right that is given to you as a person or that is in contrast NOT given to any other living sentient being, you or any sentient being still has their inner sense of what I would call a right. It’s not so that a sense of right (which has something to do with rights and wrongs, as strange as we may think this would be) is something that only exists if you are told what is wrong and what is right. A sense of what you personally may consider a right is something dependent on the beings socialization, on its social contexts. And yes, I do call the behaviour of nonhuman animals amongst other nonhuman animals too a form of social behaviour.

Now if people say “rights” are nothing natural in the case of “animal rights”, and Animal Rights can only be granted on a more or less arbitrary basis, they are wrong insofar in which one can easily realize that all rights in the purest form are something that has to be dealt with on a subjective and a socio-ethical plane.

Rights are natural, because rights stem from self-experience and social interaction. Legal rights on the contrast are quite arbitrary.

Neda,
When your blood
Shed the love worshiping ground of Iran
Still, I thought he was dead

The blush burst of the sun
On the impatient sky
At dawn, suddenly
Reminded me
Of his raised long cracked glass
Overfilled with the blood of Iranian youth
Commemorating Mohammad’s invasion
1,400 past years
And his grim smile toasting
At each cry of Allah-o Akbar

It is now another lovely day
And you are absent at your philosophy class
I wonder if it had made any difference
If you’d double majored in history
Would you had seen the innumerous Neda’s blood
Dripping from his fangs?

Davoud Bahrami
June 22, 2009

Neda Agha-Soltan Salehi ( go for example to https://twitter.com/AVoiceForNeda )

MUST SEE: Iran: Where is “here?” insights by a young Iranian http://bit.ly/ytNcg #iranelections a video from june 19th

IRAN : 30 years total oppression : view PPS file http://tinyurl.com/l4j57z 1,95MB Power Point Slides, very sensitive material #iranelection

Again: What the world didn’t want to see for 30 ys: IRAN FREEDOM: iran – no more hanging http://tinyurl.com/mojux3 youtube #iranelection

This is https://twitter.com/PeoplesVote image and background.