Spreading fear is what media around the world are good at (and they practice it every day, do critically scan your favourite newspaper or news-site). Suppose today (fill in your favourite date) I am that victim, and suppose I get a chance, before I die, to address my killer. I must add another important fact: SUPPOSE I am just an innocent bystander, not in any way related to my killer, not politically nor socially nor anything else. What would be my farewell speech?
My first question of course would be: WHY ME?
The killer answers: I hate you and your kind.
OK I say, what is my kind that you hate me for?
Killer: you stand for things I hate.
Me: what things do you hate.
Killer: I hate your religion.
Me: I have no religion.
Killer: The more reason to hate for (and he fires another bullet in me)
Me: That hurts.
Killer: As if I would care.
Me: Maybe you could listen to what I'd like you to hear.
Killer: (after another shot) OK, speak
as if an ordinary killer would say that...
Me: I believe I exist because of the existence of others...
Killer: Me NOT included!
Me: You ARE included.
Killer: I am NOT, you are my enemy.
Me: In what sense?
Killer: You do not respect my religion, you exploit my people, I cannot marry one of your people's girls/women, I cannot find a job because your people will not hire one of my kind, your judicial system prevents me from living here, I am not as proficient in your language as I am supposed to be, I have no money to buy/rent a decent house, my children are regarded as retarded because they do not speak the lingo, because the war they experienced cannot be taken out of them, in short: you and your kind deprive me the right to be an ordinary citizen.
Me: OK, friend, I experienced the same things. I agree with what you say. I was a young boy with glasses, so I was bullied by my school mates for having a (small) handicap. I was short compared to my class mates and was bullied again for that single fact. I was proficient in gymnastics, only my class mates were 'into' soccer, so I was banned from playing soccer on school grounds......untill I brought a football I got as a gift from my uncle (who later on in my life, was killed by angry Arabs), and was THEN permitted to play THE GAME OF SOCCER...
Kill soccer.
I was despised by my economics teacher in high school PLUS (sorry to say but high school cannot be regarded as a proper education for wisdom-hungry students. I chose high school PLUS -a dutch facility between retarded and totally brilliant- and thus his teaching but he disliked my questioning his teacher's wisdom, only to prove him wrong when I graduated as a Master of Economics five years later), I was expelled from church classes (meaning that one should know about the essentials in the bible, opposite to quran classes where would-be muslims are supposed to recite quran verses without knowing what they mean)... because I dared to ask the simplest question being: did Adam had a belly button (answer: of course not, he was created, not conceived)? I was poor untill the mature age of 24 when I started to earn my own living. My father despised the girls I dated, be they Dutch (meaning white, blond hair and big boobies), Indonesian or Chinese (my greatest love)....untill I brought home a girl he liked, a girl I lived with for 10 years untill she confessed she loved girls more than boys, in fact she despised boys completely. So far for parental judgment. I hated my father since then but already since earlier (see Chinese above) . May he rot in hell or whatever facility comes after death.
I (in short) went to some pretty rough phases in my life, that children nowadays (in the Netherlands) do without, because their parents bury them in HAPPINESS, the baddest educational principle I know. In 20 years or less, psychologists and the like, will earn more money than bankers, because 50% or more of the dutch people will demand training in COPING WITH THE ABSENCE OF HAPPINESS-courses.
So, who is worse off, YOU or ME?
Killer: Seeing you die-ing I would say: you are worse of.
Dylan: (from It's alright ma)
But I don't mean harm,
nor put fault,
to anyone,
who lives in a vault,
but IT'S ALRIGHT MA, I'M ONLY SIGHING
(this was an intermission from one of the greatest singer/songwriters/poets of all time: Robert Zimmerman aka Bob Dylan).
Me: Would it be too much to ask to call for an ambulance...
Killer: Yes.
Me: OK, respond to MY story.
Killer: Your story is phony. You lived without a war for all of your life. I experienced war ALL of my life.
Me: You mean the life before you got your immigration permit for my country, which (as he told me, I forgot to mention it, is 5 years ago!)?
Killer: Yes.
Me: Did you like your stay over here?
Killer: I must say, I did.
Me: And that is why your frustration got a hold over you and you chose to kill me...
Killer: Yes.
Me: Then I have nothing more to defend myself.
Dylan: To understand you know too soon, there is no sense in trying...
Me: Who am I now for you?
Killer: My soulmate.
Me: Very nice, but your soul is NOT about to draw the curtain.
Killer: I am sorry, I'll call 911
Me: NO, 911 is saturday next: 9/11/2010 (Geert Wilders, our right wing hero, will speak at a ceremony to oppose building an Islamic site near the 2 Towers burying place -I do NOT mean the TWO-TOWERS movie from Tolkien's movie) . You'd better call 112. That will ultimately send an ambulance, which might result in extending my life span.
Killer: That's good. I'm good.
Dylan: excerpt from Black Cross (Hezikiah Jones)
Hezekiah says, "I'm good... I'm as good as my neighbor."
"You don't believe in nothin'," said the white man's preacher,
"Oh yes, I do," says Hezekiah,
"I believe that if a man is good he should be beholding to his neighbors
Not for the reward of Heaven, nor the fear of the hellfire."
"But you don't understand," said the white man's preacher,
"There's a lot of good ways for a man to be wicked..."
And then they hung Hezekiah, high as a pigeon.
White folks around there said, "Well... he had it comin'
'Cause the son-of-a-bitch never had no religion!"
Me: My killer called 112, the ambulance arrived, they took care of me on the way to the hospital. Moments after arrival in ER I died.
(Beware, my will and testament 'beneath the hard disk lie'. Any sucker can find it. Please DO try if this story trues itself).
Proper death anouncement (card,blog,newspaper, you name it):
Yesterday, ....... last, a man died.
Jan van der Meulen was his name.
You might remember him.
Be sure to do just that.
(no flowers, look and you shall find, what I'd like for this occasion)
(burning preferred, I'd like to raise a tree when I'm not around anymore)
Bye
