ett sommarlov som inte riktigt känns som ett sommarlov. jag vet inte om det beror på vädret eller omständigheterna runt omkring. jobbet tar mer tid och kraft än jag kanminnas att det gjorde föregående sommar. ibland känns det som att min kropp inte riktigt har återhämtat sig från tågluffningen och i tankarna är jag fortfarande kvar där, hela tiden på väg någon annastans. det passade mig bra, för jag blir så fruktansvärt rastlös över att stå stilla. frustrerad över att allt inte bara kan kännas rätt och bra. vad är det jag längtar efter egentligen?




"..."Among free men," said Abraham Lincoln, "there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those who take such appeal are sure to lose their cause and pay the costs."

Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far-off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever weapons and ammunition they desire.

...Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul.

For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter.

This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all..."