Wednesday, September 22, 1999
williannie alexis
she's gone. the greatest teacher i had. 6 years old. 14 kilograms. from haiti. she loved old westerns. she loved singing. her eyes SHINED with joy. i will always remember her eyes.
i took care of her last week. i have never enjoyed the company of a person quilte like willie. she giggled all the time, she constantly was singing, she is the reason i went into nursing to begin with. her foster family was wonderful too. willie had an absolute blast. i am lucky to have spent some of her final days here with her.
why was she flown here from haiti only to die? we were supposed to help her. i dont understand. i am having trouble believing that there is a god. why would god let this happen to such a beautiful, vibrant girl? she did nothing wrong, and now she's gone.
i have never seen someone so pure. it was as if evil never laid eyes on this child, never touched her world. i'll never know.
i took care of her last week. i have never enjoyed the company of a person quilte like willie. she giggled all the time, she constantly was singing, she is the reason i went into nursing to begin with. her foster family was wonderful too. willie had an absolute blast. i am lucky to have spent some of her final days here with her.
why was she flown here from haiti only to die? we were supposed to help her. i dont understand. i am having trouble believing that there is a god. why would god let this happen to such a beautiful, vibrant girl? she did nothing wrong, and now she's gone.
i have never seen someone so pure. it was as if evil never laid eyes on this child, never touched her world. i'll never know.
Tuesday, September 14, 1999
EMPTY EYES
a glare on his eyes is the only sign of life
he knows he's been beat
his voice has lost its sound
he struggles to want to breathe
dark, cold, alone he feels inside
everyday he wakes with dread
he must go on, not quite sure why
with the little concentration he has
he focuses on moving his body to perform his tasks
he is imprisoned in this dull, monotonous world
he's lost it all
it's gone
but his mind is too tired to comprehend this
there's nothing behind them
dead man walking
he knows he's been beat
his voice has lost its sound
he struggles to want to breathe
dark, cold, alone he feels inside
everyday he wakes with dread
he must go on, not quite sure why
with the little concentration he has
he focuses on moving his body to perform his tasks
he is imprisoned in this dull, monotonous world
he's lost it all
it's gone
but his mind is too tired to comprehend this
there's nothing behind them
dead man walking
Wednesday, September 01, 1999
KOSOVO--thoughts 9/99
i saw a man on tv who looked as if his being was gone. he looked tired, worn, but more than that, he looked done. i cannot think of a more horrid crime than to cause another to feel that way. murder is abominal, but when someone is robbed of their will, is that not worse than death?
the jews in concentration camps. we've seen the pictures. we've seen their bodies hang on to life by a thread. we've seen their EYES. the ethnic albanians. out of a home. out of the land that identifies them. i cant forget that man's eyes. and when the hopelessness reaches the children, and you see it in their eyes, it's killed another generation.
could i turn away from you? if i never had to see you, i might. but if i saw you, met you, touched you, you wold be real. and i could not turn away. no one could.
i dont know why humans hurt one another; we're all here together. i think genocides can only happen when detachment occurs. i dont believe real people could do such things. while i think murder is a heinous crime, i think the crime of robbing a person of their being is the worst.
dont be real. if it was, i would have to deal. foreign policies. politics. bring our troops home. excuses used...even believed. but it doesnt change what's going on.
the jews in concentration camps. we've seen the pictures. we've seen their bodies hang on to life by a thread. we've seen their EYES. the ethnic albanians. out of a home. out of the land that identifies them. i cant forget that man's eyes. and when the hopelessness reaches the children, and you see it in their eyes, it's killed another generation.
could i turn away from you? if i never had to see you, i might. but if i saw you, met you, touched you, you wold be real. and i could not turn away. no one could.
i dont know why humans hurt one another; we're all here together. i think genocides can only happen when detachment occurs. i dont believe real people could do such things. while i think murder is a heinous crime, i think the crime of robbing a person of their being is the worst.
dont be real. if it was, i would have to deal. foreign policies. politics. bring our troops home. excuses used...even believed. but it doesnt change what's going on.
