I will not allow that I was moved by justice rather than love, for justice is also a form of love.
I did know about power, I did see how this world was ruled, but I did not accept it. I wanted to set an example. I wanted not to disappoint myself. But I was afraid as well as angry, in ways I felt too powerless to admit. So I did not speak of my fears but rather of my hopes. I was afraid my anger would offend others, and they would destroy me. For all my certitude, I feared I would never be strong enough to understand what would allow me to protect myself. Sometimes I had to forget that I was a woman to accomplish the best of which I was capable.
Or I would lie to myself about how complicated it is to be a woman. Thus do all women, including the author of this book. But I cannot forgive those who did not care about more than their own glory and well-being. They thought they were civilized. They were despicable. Damn them all.
[Repost] PRESS STATEMENT BY H.E. MR. EDMUND BON TAI SOON, CHAIR OF THE
ASEAN INTERGOVERNMENTAL COMMISSION ON HUMAN RIGHTS (AICHR) AND
REPRESENTATIVE OF MALAYSIA TO AICHR, MARKING THE 2025 WORLD DAY AGAINST THE
DEATH PENALTY
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