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Dear Parents...

On many occasions, the Ugandan media has carried stories of political protests and demonstrations where children have been involved. Recently, one woman was seen holding a young baby in a scuffle with the police during a demonstration.
Apparently, the women-led group of protesters has had a number of clashes with the police in the past. These women’s protests are against the current Electoral Commission and are calling for free and fair elections. The police always engage the protesters, saying they do not follow police procedures for protests.

While it is the right of Ugandans to protest against any social, political or economic issues of concern, children should be protected against any harm that may accrue with such protests.

Article 38 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights emphasizes the need to protect children from any hostilities. Children are fragile; exposing them to such protests and interfaces with physical struggles affects them both physically and emotionally.
While their mothers or guardians would like to use them as shields, these children are still minors. They hence suffer physical harm, nightmares and may be affected to grow timid or in fear.

Every child has a right to their childhood. As the country draws closer to 2011 political season, children should be left to enjoy themselves at home as adults join political debates and rallies. This is because even if they are involved, their participation is minor.

Time will come for them to fully participate in these activities with their full consent.

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