Nie la tradition : Les hommes frappent, réduisent au silence, les hommes violent, abusent, refusent les responsabilités et humilient, les hommes expérimentés dans l'art guerrier chantent des chansons martiales et jouent des jeux de guerre. Et pourtant je ne peux voir aucun désir de violence dans les yeux de ce garçon. Je ne peux voir qu'une humanité menacée par la mitraillette dans ces mains, cette mitraillette façonnée par des mains d'hommes, cette mitraillette aussi artificielle que le char blindé derrière lui, aussi artificielle que les rôles sociaux et c**turels que l'ont se voit imposer. Depuis des siècles on apprend aux hommes à combattre les hommes et à baiser les femmes... Il est si facile pour nous d'accepter l'idée d'une violence innée et d'une pulsion s**uelle agressive parce que nous avons peur... J'ai peur de toi, peur de moi-même... cela m'obsède, me paralyse... cette peur doit disparaître avant qu'elle ne me détruise... Elle doit disparaître afin que je puisse vraiment me comprendre et aimer quelqu'un d'autre... Il est temps de rejeter notre peur et de commencer à nier la tradition.
DENY TRADITION : Men are beating up, telling to shut up, men do rape, abuse, refuse responsibilities and humiliate, men know the art of war, sing war songs and play war games. Yet I can't find any desire for violence in this boy's eyes. I can only see humanity, threatened by the machine gun in his hands, made by men's hands, as artificially built, so unnatural as the tank behind him, so unnatural as the social and c**tural rules forced upon us. For centuries we have been taught to fight men and to f*** women. It is so easy for us to accept the idea of an innate violence and a strong s**ual urge, because we fear. I fear you, I fear myself, it occupies me, it hampers me. Before it destroys me, I know my fear must vanish so that I can truly understand myself and love somebody else. It is time to reject our fear, and to start to deny tradition.
DENY TRADITION : Men are beating up, telling to shut up, men do rape, abuse, refuse responsibilities and humiliate, men know the art of war, sing war songs and play war games. Yet I can't find any desire for violence in this boy's eyes. I can only see humanity, threatened by the machine gun in his hands, made by men's hands, as artificially built, so unnatural as the tank behind him, so unnatural as the social and c**tural rules forced upon us. For centuries we have been taught to fight men and to f*** women. It is so easy for us to accept the idea of an innate violence and a strong s**ual urge, because we fear. I fear you, I fear myself, it occupies me, it hampers me. Before it destroys me, I know my fear must vanish so that I can truly understand myself and love somebody else. It is time to reject our fear, and to start to deny tradition.