Writing a blog is something that I do. I suppose I ought to spend more time doing it, as I love to write but I find that my focus is far different than most bloggers. I write mostly about women, what they’re up to and how to live with more power and elegance.
What little influence I do receive from the blogsphere tends to be surprisingly consistent and shocking blogs get a lot of readers. Mine isn’t shocking… but it could be. I’m writing about women, power and life, correct? So, that right there is shocking subject matter.
There was a murder of a young Iranian woman recently, “Neda”. She was attending a rally or demonstration in Iran and simply crossing the street when she was shot in the chest. She died quickly on the street… a young woman the age of my oldest daughter. In the flower of youth and possibility, beautiful and soulful (so it’s said…again, in the news), she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Her death was broadcast all over the internet quickly... a video that I have not viewed (on purpose), illustrating the oppressive government of Iran.
I understand the video shows the progression of her rapid loss of blood and consequently her life. No clarity on who actually did the shooting, but she has become an icon already. A symbolic representation of the value of martydom in Iran and another beautiful, perfect human being who has gone the way of “dying for a cause”.
I wonder if that was in her mind? To be a martyr, or was she wanting to witness change by attending a demonstration? So much speculation can make you crazy, but I reflect on all the people (not just women) who have died in the name of freedom, or in response to glaring inequities suffered.
This one woman’s death represents so much more than one life sacrificed. It shows that we, as a species, have little respect for life because we are constantly killing each other (in one way or another) if our views differ. Kind of like terrorizing each other into compliance. To me, it also illustrates very clearly (after the fact) how we are just so distracted with our own little life that we have to be shocked out of complacency (this post found on Gawker, generally a base level, New York gossip blog whose writers focus on how to criticize whatever they can, and readers who tend to have little in the way of elegance or anything better to do then make unkind comments about other people… Neda’s death video woke this particular writer up… for a minute).
Clearly, something graphic and heartbreaking has that effect… and I’m still left with the question of why are we so fucking asleep. This is happening ALL THE TIME. People (especially women) are shot down, raped, abused, starved, disregarded, compartmentalized, impoverished… oh, the list goes on… and we respond with downright outrage – for a minute. Then we go back to our own little world (like Gawker so aptly illustrates with it’s vapid coverage of who’s who in New York and beyond) and complain all the time.
For myself, I’m right there with you that this beautiful young woman’s death was a tragedy. (What children were not born due to her death? What love was not expressed due to this event?) It also springs to mind how on a daily basis we could be revolutionaries without sacrificing our breath for it.
Wonder if you became COMMITTED to love… even in the face of cruelty? What would your life be like? What example would your life be a testament to? Wouldn’t that be a deeper revolutionary act than anything cruel or violent, resistant or grasping?
I suppose a few minutes more of contemplating this event is a worthy endeavor. Not so that you can be outraged at its occurrence, but so that you can navigate your own life with a ton more integrity and clarity… and love.
How much time are you wasting when you aren’t living the truth of your being? Every human being’s essence is infused with love and gratitude, regardless of what we are fed via the media. Is your truth even remotely involved with hurting another, hurting the planet, hurting yourself?
I do talk alot about love… I always have. Its all that’s real, actually. Neda’s death is a tragedy, but any untimely death feels like that…
My desire in the face of this event is to be even that much more loving and forgiving.
What is that saying in the Bible…? Christ saying to God, “Forgive them father, they know not what they do.”