Hey Ruru,
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas - I watched the movie on Netflix and then I got hold of the book. And both the times a strange feeling persisted … it is as if there is something that got stuck in my throat - exactly through where I needed to scream, and I choked …. it is as if I am in a room and suddenly I felt this strong urge to run out of it but there was no door but whitewashed walls all around!
It was not just Hitler or the Nazi Commandant or the gas chamber … it was about faith in humanity being broken … a realization that there are just these 2 classes - the oppressor and the victim, us and the other, the powerful and the feeble, in different forms and types. And it stays, always, everywhere. And this realization, Ruru, has been unnerving …
'salad bowl', 'melting pot', 'unity in diversity,’
'equality', 'pluralism' are concepts that are nice to read in books or
intoxicating to give a lecture on, in my classes. In reality, we are a broken,
divided, selfish, cruel lot … way worse than the animals as we use brainpower
and mind to tactfully, deliberately strategize cruelty!
“What exactly was the difference? He wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pajamas and which people wore the uniforms?”
1 comment:
Strong words..i need to watch this one
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