Oh, dear gods, the blood...
Having had a long, tiring day, I came home today, ready to just relax, play some mindlessly violent video game and catch up with The Housemate.
When I get home, I catch up on my flist, and in amongst all the usual stuff, there is a link posted by matociquala, the topic of which is: "This is a terrible thing I come to tell you. It is not unique."
It links to this site, which includes the graphic and terrible video and story of a young Iranian woman, shot in the chest, dying on the road.
I feel so small, and helpless to do anything. This woman is dead. There is nothing that can be done for her now. But for those still living, and those yet to be born, in Iran and elsewhere, we must bear witness, and tell their stories.
Some words of wisdom from the comment threads I've seen so far:
I pray that out of this bloodshed and horror, something good and worthwhile will be born. It's hope for that or go crazy.
But bearing witness doesn't feel like enough. It's certainly not as hard as watching a loved one die on the street in front of you. It is too little for those losing their lives for freedom.
It is not enough. There can never be enough for those killed simply because they want more than those with power want to give. It is such a terribly, horribly small thing. But we can do it, and if enough of us do this tiny, little, thing, then maybe the next time won't be as bad.
And I cannot bring myself to not say something about this atrocity, to not speak out, pass the word, even in my own tiny way. My voice is small, few will hear it, but I will say this regardless:
This sort of thing should not be. It is wrong.
When I get home, I catch up on my flist, and in amongst all the usual stuff, there is a link posted by matociquala, the topic of which is: "This is a terrible thing I come to tell you. It is not unique."
It links to this site, which includes the graphic and terrible video and story of a young Iranian woman, shot in the chest, dying on the road.
I feel so small, and helpless to do anything. This woman is dead. There is nothing that can be done for her now. But for those still living, and those yet to be born, in Iran and elsewhere, we must bear witness, and tell their stories.
Some words of wisdom from the comment threads I've seen so far:
I pray that out of this bloodshed and horror, something good and worthwhile will be born. It's hope for that or go crazy.
But bearing witness doesn't feel like enough. It's certainly not as hard as watching a loved one die on the street in front of you. It is too little for those losing their lives for freedom.
It is not enough. There can never be enough for those killed simply because they want more than those with power want to give. It is such a terribly, horribly small thing. But we can do it, and if enough of us do this tiny, little, thing, then maybe the next time won't be as bad.
And I cannot bring myself to not say something about this atrocity, to not speak out, pass the word, even in my own tiny way. My voice is small, few will hear it, but I will say this regardless:
This sort of thing should not be. It is wrong.