The little Simon

Little Simon.

A good day in the City of Caracas, Captaincy of Venezuela; some children and their teacher were learning about the use of reason and the illustrious beauty of education. Among those children was one of the most illustrious characters in the history of Venezuela, Simón Bolívar who, with the help of his teacher Simón Rodríguez. They manage to enter a didactic and controversial situation that in the end, to the surprise of all, will reach an illustrious outcome.

Simón Rodríguez: Good morning, undergraduate students.

Students: Good morning Maestro Simón.

Simón Rodríguez: Today I had thought of giving them a beautiful class of letters and mathematics. However, for the time that I have arrived and the restlessness that I have for you I want to start with something different.

-The students look at each other's faces.

Simón Rodríguez: I want to talk to you about Justice, freedom, and equality.

-The students being all shocked and amazed by the inclination of their teacher, Simón Rodríguez concentrates even more on the situation-.

-Simón Rodríguez makes a sketch, and begins to walk carefully throughout the classroom-.

Simón Rodríguez: Do you believe in freedom?

-And all the students said: Yes professor-.

Let's suppose I'm a turtle; I move with my beautiful fins by fluttering, I am free in the sea but I am limited on earth. Do you think the turtle is free?

No teacher It's not free. "The students said, minus Simon.

Simón Rodríguez. Then let's see another example.

-I think he is free. Simon said.

-All the students surprised to see when interrupting the teacher-.

Why do you think Simon is free? Simón Rodríguez answered the time.

Simón Bolívar: I think it's free because she has the right to choose where she wants to be, whether it's the land or the sea. But I think more than we should ask the turtle, whether it is really free or not. Since for me the freedom (is to do what one wants in your heart).

Professor Simón Rodríguez, completely stunned by Simon's response, continues with the questionnaire.
Simón Rodríguez: And if so ... What does your heart want?

The students in the room looked at each other's faces until one of them raised her hand.

Student1: I want to travel!
Student2: I want to play.
Student3: I want to learn French.
Student4: I like English.

And then, after the answers, a bochinche was caused in the room. As typical primary school boys. Professor Simon tried to calm the situation, however, the boy Bolivar was hunched, absorbed in his thoughts.

Simón Rodríguez: Well, let's continue.

And what do they want to do to get what they want?

Student 1: I want my parents to put their slaves to work double.
Student2: I want to play with the slaves, they are such idiots. Hahaha.
Student 3: Yes, I want you to sell them to be able to travel through France.
Student 4: I do not like color poop.

The children, all agitated in the room. They began to speak among themselves, while our dear Simon, being untamed in his thoughts, answered:

Simón Bolívar: I would give everything.

All? -Rospondió Rodríguez-.

All. Simon answered.

Simón Rodríguez, in an expression of amazement, surprise and uneasiness, perhaps both. He is brooding over Simon's answers, however, he continues with the class:

What is equality for you?

Student 1: If my father owns multiple haciendas in the city, and is one of the most wealthy families in the entire Captaincy General. So they HAVE to work A LOT to be just like my dad. Since equality for me is that which one wins.

-The answer was so strong that all the children were confused in the room. Less Simon.

So equality is a question of power? -asked a girl between surprised and confused-.

Equality comes from similarity, if we are similar or share similarity, we must be considered equal.

Student 4: I like what she says.

-Then the children in the room started to laugh.

Simón Rodríguez, interested with some emotion before the situation, answers:

Simón Rodríguez: So if we have similarities we are equal, and therefore we have rights.

-All the children answered yes, even the boy Simon, with a smile-. Except for the Mantuan who had rejoiced before his companions about the wealth of their parents.

So all people deserve rights?

-And the students answer yes. Except for Simon.

Simón Rodríguez: Let's see an example. If I have two arms, two legs and one mouth, and the other person also has them ... Are those people the same?

Yes, teacher. - Simon remained silent.

Simón Rodríguez: And if one of the two people loses an arm or loses, then they no longer have rights?
The children surprised by the contradiction remain meditated for a few moments; the second go on and while all the people remain inert, Bolívar responds at the same moment that a slave comes to the enclosure to bring water.

Simón Bolívar: I think we have not reached equality, I think that equality is a goal that we must achieve. He says it while looking as if it were poetry to the slave who just entered and leave.

After that, an air of amazement shakes the room itself, even for Simón Rodríguez himself:
What is for you the Justici ...

Simón Bolívar: How can you talk about Justice when you have not reached either freedom or equality ?! How can you talk about freedom when you do not ask my beautiful Matea if she is happy with what she does ?! How can they speak of equality when beings with whom I played are whipped by people who think they are superior ?! I do not understand, I really do not understand.

From there all the children were stunned by the responses of the child Simon, that even from afar was heard a student who shouts "is a crazy!". To his surprise, Professor Simón Rodríguez, no less amazed than the rest, looks at Bolívar with wonder, with a warm smile of hope. And so…

The bell rings, and the children of the Captaincy-General leave with joy as they go to their playground. Finally, there is Simon, who is slowly walking and who, just as he arrives at the door, is stopped by his Master Simón Rodríguez.

Simón Rodríguez: - Come here, Simón.

Simon, restless, knowing that maybe they were going to scold him, walks slowly in front of his teacher.

This shot puts his hand on the shoulder:

You will be the Liberator of this earth. I see it in your eyes. That unspeakable footprint that you carry in your eyes, of wanting to make history.

Come with me. I will teach you beautiful of fine arts, poetry, literature; you will learn grammar and history. You will learn to love the beautiful and the noble, and you will learn to repudiate injustice and inequality; Come with me, so that you project everything you want to do in the depths of your heart.

My little Simon.