GENOCIDE, FOLKEMORD.
60 Minutes hadde en hjerteskjærende reportasje om folkemordet i Sudan på TV i kveld.Det nytter ikke å beskrive hvordan en systematisk utryddelse av et helt folkeslag foregår.Det blir allikevel bare tomme ord.Det helt uforståelige er at FN vet det, USA har fordømt det fra deres talerstol, mens Sudandelegatene satt og lo.De visste at USA gir dem støtte, fordi regjeringen der gir en viss informasjon om et enkelt menneske; Bin Laden.Kan hevn over en terrorist rettferdiggjøre lukkede øyne stilt overfor de mest grusomme forbrytelser mot menneskeheten? Noen må oversette Øverland og lese for Bush:"Du skal ikke tåle så inderlig vel, den urett som ikke gjelder deg selv."
Monday, November 06, 2006
HEEELP!
I am a nurse. I have been in the educating and helping business more or less since I was nineteen. I am trained to spot people's needs and wants, to speak up for the weak ones and to provide care whenever possible, even when that meant setting aside my own interests.
Now, at the age of fitysix, I am at the other side of the counter. I've got far advanced osteoporosis and am diagnosed with ME. Tough luck.
I am not unique. What I really hate about my crippled situation, is having to ask for help. I have recently been in need of other people's mercy, and even worse: Not getting help when I ask for it.
I have done, and still do more than my share of chores and caretaking.
When I ask, I will not ever be met with the spiteful remark:" Should I have done that, while you were sleeping.?"I sleep to survive, I'm loosing years of my life lying in bed.It's not for fun, and it's humiliating.
"I called you, but you were asleep." "We came to visit, but you were in bed."
I try to live and make the most of it when possible, and it's really boring listening to people talking about their illnesses.
I deserve some respect when I ask for help.
Yepp, I do.
I am a nurse. I have been in the educating and helping business more or less since I was nineteen. I am trained to spot people's needs and wants, to speak up for the weak ones and to provide care whenever possible, even when that meant setting aside my own interests.
Now, at the age of fitysix, I am at the other side of the counter. I've got far advanced osteoporosis and am diagnosed with ME. Tough luck.
I am not unique. What I really hate about my crippled situation, is having to ask for help. I have recently been in need of other people's mercy, and even worse: Not getting help when I ask for it.
I have done, and still do more than my share of chores and caretaking.
When I ask, I will not ever be met with the spiteful remark:" Should I have done that, while you were sleeping.?"I sleep to survive, I'm loosing years of my life lying in bed.It's not for fun, and it's humiliating.
"I called you, but you were asleep." "We came to visit, but you were in bed."
I try to live and make the most of it when possible, and it's really boring listening to people talking about their illnesses.
I deserve some respect when I ask for help.
Yepp, I do.
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