Thoughts on Invisible Children

Last week, when Invisible Children held a presentation in our school, I found it hard not to squirm in my seat with every faux cinematic scene. The images of hordes of young teens raising their fists in unison resiliently (or the peace sign) was a bit too much for me. But nontheless, there were some touching truths, and everytime the camera swung around for Tony or his neighbors, I felt my heart be wrenched. If the film was weepy, it still presented real tragedies. But I suppose the biggest surprise was the wide spanning effect the film had on the audience, my peers. If I've known the students to be anything, it's apathetic, and especially considering global issues. It gave me hope for my peers.