This is the letter that John Lindo Ferretti wrote to the Gazette on Friday. I posted because I think that in the turmoil of these days his was one of the most beautiful and reasonable, practical and humble. Always serious. A reasonable doubt
There are so many daughters who live lives that their parents deem unworthy. It also happens that some of these girls think, before, that kind of unworthy life. Some of these girls I have known and also a father. Sometimes the fathers are right, sometimes the reason is the daughters, it is sometimes difficult to see even a glimmer of reasonableness. 'S life. Evident and quantifiable pain in place. E 'is also clear that we can not eliminate the pain by eliminating the daughter of his father or vice versa. It can not be but two stories are identical in substance as opposed to the shape I'm in front of my eyes. Both are determined a great sorrow: personal, family, social and historical. Cosmic. In both there is a daughter who lives a life deemed unworthy, but we see a solution.
In the first case the father and slaughters her daughter buried in the garden: it is barbarism. In the second case the civilization comes into play: not just a blade, the rattle will be sedated and the purification ritual has taken place in the newspapers and on television, in the debate. And so much pain, so much respect, flows from those who want it dead. Who can not believe the scientific and legal monstrosity is too angry and does not look good. E 'civilization: it takes a decision, a medical team, an appropriate structure for both volunteer to die of hunger and thirst, but monitored, a young and helpless woman in need who, incidentally, has also found someone who cares for her. Smile, caress, wash and dry. Her company. Give her something to eat and drink. As far as we can, as long as you can. Who loves life for what it is, is struggling to find words that express the complexity, cost-free, wealth and mystery, he knows that not everything is reducible to law or a pretext for claiming.
Dear Editor, then it is raining and snowing here rinevica ripiove and, occasionally a glimpse of the sun and you have to squint to hold so much beauty. I spent the morning cleaning a bathroom, changing a bed and wash: this has incontinence of a sick old man when added to modesty and inexperience branch? Sucks. I turned on all sides not to cross the eyes of my mother, but her pain had dominion over all. The pain for having the weight to force them to menial tasks so as not to be more self-sufficient, she argued that everything and everyone. How many faces has the pain? But what is love, every act of humble love to rule the world seems a reasonable doubt. A judge, a law, a democracy to condemn an \u200b\u200binnocent and helpless to ever die of hunger and thirst snatching who cares, loving, and everyday, I put a reasonable doubt on the health of such a social order. Not a good thought.
Giovanni Lindo Ferretti his
(from The Gazette, 06/02/2009)
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