Remember, remember, the 5th of November....
Um filme muito interessante este V for Vendetta, traduzido imprecisamente para V de Vingança....
Interessante por sucitar muitas reflexões....
Uma delas, e aquela na qual irei me focar, é o perigo da intolerância (muito embora o discurso que colocarei no final não tem muita relação com esse assunto; é simplesmente um de meus favoritos).
Intolerância, para começar, machuca as pessoas. Todos têm o direito de serem únicos, e por conseqüência, diferentes. Ninguém é obrigado a seguir uma tendência, simplesmente deveria respeitar, e este desrespeito me irrita....
Depois de machucar, a intolerância faz reféns. Quem é diferente tem medo e se esconde. E nesta linha a intolerância cria comunidades fechadas, que passam a ser intolerantes com o restante.
É normal e bonito os iguais se aproximarem, mas isso não lhes dá o direito de discriminarem os demais.
Sabe o que eu acho de verdade bem verdadeira? Quem tem preconceito tem medo. De alguma coisa. Medo de gostar, medo de ser subjulgado, medo de expor a fraqueza... E sabe de outra coisa? Gente preconceituosa me dá nojo. Acho que esse é minha grande intolerância: gente intolerante.
E sabe o que é mais triste ainda? Tem gente intolerante que podia ser assim com corrupção, desigualdade, injustiça, qualquer coisa, mas é intolerante em sua insignificância e resolve ficar fazendo comentários ou racistas, ou homofóbicos... gente nojentinha....
Basicamente era isso.... esse tipo de gente que tem mente pequena tende pro extremismo e não aceita o diferente e assim que tem a oportunidade, quer se tornar não a maioria mas a exclusividade... e isso é intragével....
"Good evening, London.
Allow me first to apologize
I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar,the tranquility of repetition.
I enjoy them as much as any bloke.
But in the spirit of commemoration, whereby important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful, bloody struggle are celebrated with a nice holiday I thought we could mark this November the 5th,
a day that is, sadly, no longer remembered, by taking time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. Even now, orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way.
Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation words will always retain their power.
Words offer the means to meaning and, for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.
And the truth is there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object to think and speak as you saw fit you now have censors and surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting submission.
How did this happen? Who's to blame? Certainly there are those who are more responsible than others.
And they will be held accountable.
But again, truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it.
I know you were afraid.
Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense.
Fear got the best of you.
And in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler.
He promised you order,he promised you peace and all he demanded in return
was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night, I sought to end that silence.
Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten.
More than 400 years ago, a great citizen wished to imbed the 5th of November
forever in our memory.
His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words.
They are perspectives.
So if you've seen nothing if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you
then I would suggest that you allow the 5th of November to pass unmarked.
But if you see what I see if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek
then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight outside the gates of Parliament.
And together, we shall give them a 5th of November that shall never, ever be forgot."
Allow me first to apologize
I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar,the tranquility of repetition.
I enjoy them as much as any bloke.
But in the spirit of commemoration, whereby important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful, bloody struggle are celebrated with a nice holiday I thought we could mark this November the 5th,
a day that is, sadly, no longer remembered, by taking time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. Even now, orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way.
Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation words will always retain their power.
Words offer the means to meaning and, for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.
And the truth is there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object to think and speak as you saw fit you now have censors and surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting submission.
How did this happen? Who's to blame? Certainly there are those who are more responsible than others.
And they will be held accountable.
But again, truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it.
I know you were afraid.
Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense.
Fear got the best of you.
And in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler.
He promised you order,he promised you peace and all he demanded in return
was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night, I sought to end that silence.
Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten.
More than 400 years ago, a great citizen wished to imbed the 5th of November
forever in our memory.
His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words.
They are perspectives.
So if you've seen nothing if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you
then I would suggest that you allow the 5th of November to pass unmarked.
But if you see what I see if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek
then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight outside the gates of Parliament.
And together, we shall give them a 5th of November that shall never, ever be forgot."
Luana, em dia revoltoso.....