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[livejournal.com profile] hagar_972 wrote a beautiful post about Holocaust Memorial Day

Here's an excerpt of what she wrote:

How do I paint to you a world without great-grandparents, without the brothers and sisters and cousins of your grandparents, without even cemeteries? How do I let you understand this wish of two generations before me, to have been born from the sea, to lose in its waves the past, because the past is murder and hatred, your neighbours turning in your parents and you hiding in the attic for three years eating potato peels, the past is death marches and public tombs?

She also trasnlated this post of mine.

Here's the body of the text:

"Memorial Day songs on the radio are simultanously beautiful and depressing.
Fun, as they say.

I thought i'd be writing some post about the meaning of humanity, about mercy, history and history repeating itself and how people never learn from history or from the mistakes with which we have to live, but I don't need a Holocaust Day for that, so perhaps on another day, when I don't feel so optimistic.
Yes, optimistic. Surprising, isn't it?

Today at work - I am taking care of a six-months-old baby - I heated up her bottle and then I realized it was almost ten, and I didn't know what to do. I figured it's only a couple of minutes, she can wait while I stand at the siren.
Only bummer, just then she started to cry.
So I picked her up - just as the siren started - and as she calmed down once I held her, I just stood in place holding her, rocking gently from side to side to keep her calm.

I have to say it was something, so whisper a lullyby for a baby during the memorial siren for those who were murdered in the Holocaust.
I am very glad to have held all this potential in my arms as we all grieved for all that was lost.

So yeah, I am optimistic."

Date: 2007-04-16 02:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hagar-972.livejournal.com
I spent half a day writing that post, with about three drafts. Big depressing Ouch, it was, but I just had to get that Remember across.

(And yeah, I really wanted to translate those texts.)

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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