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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 672989" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>So I had this thought after I went to bed.</p><p></p><p>I have the radio on all the time as I post. It is non-stop about the Paris attacks. Much of it now is mourning the victims. Young. Beautiful. Full of life and hope. Out on a Friday evening in a chic and slightly rough-edged neighborhood of restaurants and cafes and clubs. Filled with youth. In full bloom and finery.</p><p></p><p>And now they are dead. Killed off. And on the radio they ask why. Why the young? So bright and light. Why them?</p><p></p><p>And of course it is because <em>they were <strong>in the light</strong>, the light</em> <em>that they were targeted to be killed.</em></p><p></p><p>Because in Paris and France and Europe as a whole there is not the economic and social assimilation that occurs here. </p><p></p><p>For generations immigrants from the middle east and africa are marginalized in projects, with little or no access to the economic and social benefits enjoyed by the rest of France, or Italy or Germany. By <em>real</em> French.</p><p></p><p>Paris, the City of Light, of Lights. But only for those certain young that night. Not for the killers who sought to extinguish them. Extinguish the culture that they enjoyed.</p><p></p><p>A culture that lives only at the expense of the vast number of others who serve them, clean their houses, work cheaply at those same restaurants, make their clothes in sweatshops all over the world. And wars that make their countries unlivable so they have to flee to Paris where they are excluded and marginalized. </p><p></p><p>So how does that relate to this thread? The killing rage. The desire to snuff out the light that shines so bright, when you are without. The same rage of our sisters towards us for shining brighter...our own rage (at ourselves) when we want more than we were given, allowed to have--or allowed ourselves to have. That once was felt towards are mothers, but suppressed. For taking everything, and leaving us not much at all.</p><p></p><p>People kill motivated by this rage, of exclusion and of a want so strong...that they exult at extinguishing those that have, at their expense.</p><p></p><p>The feelings that are coming up now. For us. Are such as this. </p><p></p><p>Except we have been trained, and have been more than complicit in squelching them. And directing them inward.</p><p></p><p>I am killing myself off for wanting pretty things. Because it is a forbidden thing. </p><p></p><p>The question I have is this: Did I at one time suffer from an envy and rage at my mother so strong, for having my light snuffed out, that was nearly killing in its intensity? Is this why wanting and getting anything is conflicted to the point, that anything I end up getting is a punishment, or I get at the cost of a sense of imperiling my life and well-being?</p><p></p><p>Did hiding my light in a basket for my whole life long, ever feel at some point--like I was marginalized in a ghetto and made invisible, as if a servant, or some kind of conquered or displaced refugee?</p><p></p><p>The message here is that some people kill from this intensity of wanting. These ISIS people were not religious. They were just denied. They saw a life that they could never have. Because they were denied it. They kill off what they want.</p><p></p><p>Us? We were denied it for reasons very much different. But how different were the feelings?</p><p></p><p>How does one begin to want..things, visibility, beauty, light, acclaim, even--when for a whole life long any desire that was not borne of necessity was inverted, turned against the self...and the rage of not having (by mandate of the mother, long ago forgotten) too. Against oneself.</p><p></p><p>They are saying the solution to this crisis of terrorism is to go to Syria and to deprive ISIS fighters of the place to train to develop themselves as fighting tools to channel their hatred in the form of killing acts.</p><p></p><p>That may be the case. But what happens to the want and the rage of millions of marginalized people without a homeland and without a real home. When other people, they see as not entitled, get it all. </p><p></p><p>Especially when the response of a terrorized populace is to exclude even more, and never one time take a look at the real thing happening. </p><p></p><p>How like this is our own situation?</p><p>__</p><p></p><p>I was thinking of my sister before I began posting and I cannot remember exactly the thought. But I remember the style and the flavor of the thought.</p><p></p><p>I was frozen in place. I was chloroformed like a butterfly in a jar and I was pinned down. With nowhere to go. That is what my sister has demanded I be my whole life. I complied. In my mind, I complied. </p><p></p><p>I'm done with this <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/2012/censored2.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":censored2:" title="censored2 :censored2:" data-shortname=":censored2:" />. I've had enough.</p><p></p><p>COPA</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 672989, member: 18958"] So I had this thought after I went to bed. I have the radio on all the time as I post. It is non-stop about the Paris attacks. Much of it now is mourning the victims. Young. Beautiful. Full of life and hope. Out on a Friday evening in a chic and slightly rough-edged neighborhood of restaurants and cafes and clubs. Filled with youth. In full bloom and finery. And now they are dead. Killed off. And on the radio they ask why. Why the young? So bright and light. Why them? And of course it is because [I]they were [B]in the light[/B], the light[/I] [I]that they were targeted to be killed.[/I] Because in Paris and France and Europe as a whole there is not the economic and social assimilation that occurs here. For generations immigrants from the middle east and africa are marginalized in projects, with little or no access to the economic and social benefits enjoyed by the rest of France, or Italy or Germany. By [I]real[/I] French. Paris, the City of Light, of Lights. But only for those certain young that night. Not for the killers who sought to extinguish them. Extinguish the culture that they enjoyed. A culture that lives only at the expense of the vast number of others who serve them, clean their houses, work cheaply at those same restaurants, make their clothes in sweatshops all over the world. And wars that make their countries unlivable so they have to flee to Paris where they are excluded and marginalized. So how does that relate to this thread? The killing rage. The desire to snuff out the light that shines so bright, when you are without. The same rage of our sisters towards us for shining brighter...our own rage (at ourselves) when we want more than we were given, allowed to have--or allowed ourselves to have. That once was felt towards are mothers, but suppressed. For taking everything, and leaving us not much at all. People kill motivated by this rage, of exclusion and of a want so strong...that they exult at extinguishing those that have, at their expense. The feelings that are coming up now. For us. Are such as this. Except we have been trained, and have been more than complicit in squelching them. And directing them inward. I am killing myself off for wanting pretty things. Because it is a forbidden thing. The question I have is this: Did I at one time suffer from an envy and rage at my mother so strong, for having my light snuffed out, that was nearly killing in its intensity? Is this why wanting and getting anything is conflicted to the point, that anything I end up getting is a punishment, or I get at the cost of a sense of imperiling my life and well-being? Did hiding my light in a basket for my whole life long, ever feel at some point--like I was marginalized in a ghetto and made invisible, as if a servant, or some kind of conquered or displaced refugee? The message here is that some people kill from this intensity of wanting. These ISIS people were not religious. They were just denied. They saw a life that they could never have. Because they were denied it. They kill off what they want. Us? We were denied it for reasons very much different. But how different were the feelings? How does one begin to want..things, visibility, beauty, light, acclaim, even--when for a whole life long any desire that was not borne of necessity was inverted, turned against the self...and the rage of not having (by mandate of the mother, long ago forgotten) too. Against oneself. They are saying the solution to this crisis of terrorism is to go to Syria and to deprive ISIS fighters of the place to train to develop themselves as fighting tools to channel their hatred in the form of killing acts. That may be the case. But what happens to the want and the rage of millions of marginalized people without a homeland and without a real home. When other people, they see as not entitled, get it all. Especially when the response of a terrorized populace is to exclude even more, and never one time take a look at the real thing happening. How like this is our own situation? __ I was thinking of my sister before I began posting and I cannot remember exactly the thought. But I remember the style and the flavor of the thought. I was frozen in place. I was chloroformed like a butterfly in a jar and I was pinned down. With nowhere to go. That is what my sister has demanded I be my whole life. I complied. In my mind, I complied. I'm done with this :censored2:. I've had enough. COPA [/QUOTE]
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