Monday, January 31, 2005

Love is... Not Letting The Soldiers In

I was going to write more today in my zipping back and forth kind of way about some of the events and people that shaped my romantic life. Two weeks of Cupid=Stupid to go and actually I am enjoying staying on one topic for a month, instead of doing the usual blog thing, treating each post separately and writing in bite-sized pieces. I like to play with the structure of things and move the beat around to keep myself entertained, but the freedom of blogging can be ruinous to good writing.

Look, Dear, he's trying to extend the form...

To enrich the experience, I decided to link to other writers who are covering similar ground in this messy subject (see below). Then I read this article yesterday about a Bosnian Serb concentration camp guard and his muslim friend. In our age of paranoia, islamophobia, eroding civil liberties, and the constant blurring of truth and re-writing of events to suit, this story is worth a read, and I think I can include it in my theme of love. Love is not a feeling, it's an act of will. In this case, an act also of great bravery.

Muslims had been officially declared vermin.

So they had to be concentrated.

Every night Serb soldiers, back from the front, came to the camp.

They wanted revenge for lost comrades.

They asked the guards for the keys to the rooms.

And committed acts of unspeakable barbarity. Of sexual humiliation and horror.

Of all the guards, only Kole refused to hand over the key, says Duda.

That was the only shift when there were no beatings or killings.

We've just seen the anniversary marked of the liberation of Auschwitz. Let's not forget that these camps are still being built and operated.

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At 2:53 PM, Blogger Blog ho quoth...

I try to never be serious, but you have sucked the pith out of me. Thank you.

At 12:53 AM, Blogger transience quoth...

auschwitz. forgive me. i will write something now that will seem sober and pedantic. i promise not to do it again if you promise not to, uh, let the soldiers in...

when i read viktor frankl's a man's search for meaning, i trembled. when we talked about the holocaust (and the book) in humanities class a month later, a part of me was still trembling. things like these should never be forgotten--if only to learn the lessons they taught. frankl says, "...after all, man is that being who invented the gas chambers of auschwitz; however, he is also that being who entered those gas chambers upright, with the lord's prayer or the shema yisrael on his lips." great man, that one.

the introspection is over. insightful post. i'm going home now.

At 12:35 AM, Blogger Indigobusiness quoth...

I'm still trying to extend the form.


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