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One of the things that the killers affirmed during their statements to the sheriff was that their God had given them the permission to do all those barbarities. And I wonder: what kind of God gives you permission to take people’s live in such cruel ways?
If there’s a God that allows that, he can’t be considered God, because he’s completely different from the God in which I believe. The God in which I believe is, above it all, made from love, and it’s from His love that we are made and we live for, because it’s through Him that everything’s created, and going against something created by Him is the same as going against the God that created us. Killing a brother is killing Him, because, for what I believe in, He’s present in each one of us, and if He’s perfection Himself, then aren’t we too? I don’t need any religion to know that.
What I want to truly say is that you probably know people that are right now reading this, hidden, scared of being caught by their parents, because they don’t know what their parents are capable of doing if they found out who they really are.
You possibly know someone that, right now, thinks they’re the worst person in the world for liking someone from their same sex, and that tries, in all the ways, to fit in the idea of normality that is imposed, hiding the truth.
You certainly know people that are in church, desperate, asking for some kind of healing that never comes because they can’t stop feeling attracted for same-sex people and everything they want is a miracle.
You surely know people that are going through, right now, some kind of bullying in school, practiced by boys that have no idea how they’re harming the person that is their fun.
You probably know people that are, in this minute, so tired of living an unhappy life that they wish their own death instead of keeping the scene going to society. But only if they haven’t already suicided while you finish reading this.
You possibly know people that are being victims of some kind of phobia, homophobia, in this exact moment that you’re reading this. They are being beaten up just for being who they are and for wanting what every human being desires for themselves: to be happy and nothing else; to have a family and be loved.
You certainly know people that have suffered and died for being gay, people that died because of other’s intolerance, just like my best friend, because it is harder to respect than to kill the other. And I wonder how many will still have to die so people understand that we’re only human, wanting to be happy like anyone else. We only want to be respected, for everybody to be respected: straight, gays, bis or any other description that exists, because love is love and we can’t qualify it as straight or gay; love is just love and that’s it. Who knows one day we’ll all feel proud for simply being HUMAN?
You, at least, know someone that’s going through all of that, as I mentioned, but the question that doesn’t want to stop is: WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HELP THEM?
Respecting is already a good start.
Today I feel a huge sadness, because I’ll never get the chance to see my best friend open that goddamn door an tell me how was his day at the boring job again.
I won’t see him end his so dreamed graduation for which he fought so much; I won’t see his wedding with Flávia, a girl who he spent the entire life liking, but only had courage to say it now, and because of that, he took so long to taste first love.
His mother will never hear his voice or tell him how proud she is. Her fate is doomed to seeing his son once a year inside a pit and crying like a child. A pain that she’ll carry up to her last day of life. I wonder where’s the world going, if it is possible for it to get any worse. But I think that I don’t have to answer that, because we all know the answer.
I hope, from the bottom of my heart, that you, Carlos, rest in peace.
I don’t know if I’ll meet you somewhere else someday, we aren’t sure of anything beyond here, and that’s what makes me sad. But I’d rather believe that than the idea of not seeing you again. I hope to find you wherever you are, Carlos, and in that day, I’ll tell you how much I miss you and I’ll be proud to say that my best friend is and will always be you, and that I carry the pride that my best friend was... My best friend is straight.
Posted by Márcio at 2:40 am.
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