Gaza: janvier 2009

Certaines photos sont traumatisante, SÉRIEUSEMENT. soyez sur de savoir ce que vous faites en les regardant. la folie humaine aura elle un jour une fin... je donerais ma vie pour entrevoir l'espace d'une seconde un tel état de fait...

De la haine en HD. C'est brutal. Incroyable. Ces photos sont sélectionnés parmis des millions, tout aussi horribles que les autres. En voir plus, je crois que j'en viendrai fou. J'aime vraiment pas la bêtise humaine. C'est ridicule.

J'ésitais sincèrement à afficher certaines photos. Vous comprendrez que la censure c'est pas mon fort.

Même si c'est horrible, mais vraiment horrible là, je crois que la bétise humaine se doit d'être considéré, et confrontée en la regardant bien dans les yeux

I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate the children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters. These were men... trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love... but they had the strength... the strength... to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.

Le colonel Kurtz... à découvrir...

la morale fou le camps lorsqu'il s'agit de l'entité qui s'en réclame l'auteure: la religion des hautes instances

Dans cet ordre d'idée et sur quelque chose qui s'est passé il y a déjà vingt ans de cela,
allez voir Valse avec Bashir, de Ari Folman http://waltzwithbashir.com
Ça vaut vraiment la peine...