The year is 2023. And in 2023, after millennia of so-called evolution and civilisation, there are still people slaughtering other people like vermin in the name of their well-being. That can't be ignored. It cannot be forgotten, or forgiven in any way. Nothing can justify what is happening now, what has been happening for years. No past suffering, no abuse, because those who are being punished today are not responsible for yesterday's abuse. Children killed today will not bring justice to those who died long ago.
Those who do this only create more martyrs, more traumas, more revenge. In 2023. It's 2023 and there are still just as many monsters and hypocrites.
Let's not forget it, let's not erase it. Otherwise we will never really be able to change.
Nous sommes en 2023. Et en 2023, après des millénaires de soi-disant évolutions et civilisations, il y a encore des gens qui massacrent d'autres gens comme des nuisibles au nom de leur bien-être. Ça ne peut pas être ignoré. Ça ne peut pas être oublié, ou pardonné d'une quelconque façon. Rien ne peut justifier ce qui ce passe en ce moment, ce qui ce passe depuis des années. Aucune souffrance passée, aucun maltraitrance, car ceux qui sont punis aujourd'hui ne sont pas responsables des abus d'hier. Les enfants tués aujourd'hui ne rendrons aucune justice à ceux morts il y a longtemps.
Ceux qui font cela ne font que créer d'autres martyrs, d'autres traumas, d'autres vengeances. En 2023. Nous sommes en 2023 et il y a toujours autant de monstres et d'hypocrites.
Ne l'oublions pas, ne l'effacons pas. Sinon nous ne serons vraiment jamais capable de changer.
- J'ai les mains qui n'arrêtent pas de trembler, et je pleure sur des morts, des destins que ma petite vie tranquille ne croisera jamais. Je ne veux même pas imaginer la souffrance de ces gens. C'est impossible si on n'y est pas. -
December 2023
I never thought that on my tumblr, originally created to enjoy my fandoms, I would one day post such harsh and devastating images.
But I have. It hurts, but I can't go back to my pleasures now. It's time to remember. We have to learn from what happens. We have to understand that we're being told what suits our governments and, above all, their allegiances. To know that carefully chosen words paint trompe l'oeil portraits. That events are told like stories, and that a piece of truth is not a truth.
There's something that tears me apart even more than children gray with concrete dust, than mothers weeping over bodies wrapped in white sheets, than men who break down calling out to their families in hysterical voices. It's knowing that this, this massacre, this holocaust, yes, this nameless cruelty, this indifference to ease destroyed lives, does not concern Isr*el alone. We'd like to be able to point to the monsters and think that it could only be them, that something like this could never happen to us.
But that would be a lie. Remember Iraq. Remember Afghanistan. Vietnam. Algeria. The occupation of Tibet too. Of the deportation of the handicapped and homosexuals, of Japanese human experimentation during WW2, of the Dirlewanger brigade, of the Armenian genocide, of the African slave trade, the massacre of the indigenous peoples of South America. And so, so many others.
Humans, when they hold other humans in their power, can become cruel monsters. That's what we have to remember, that's what we have to fear. Because what they're doing to them right now could happen to all of us one day. All it takes is having the wrong skin color, the wrong religion, the wrong nationality. To be on the wrong side of the fence.
Perhaps this is the greatest human challenge. Learning - at last - not to abuse the power they possess.
