I have long said that I don’t watch dramatised versions of historical tragedies. I’ve never watched Twelve Years a Slave, I’ve avoided Schindler’s List, and even Slumdog Millionaire, for all its heartwarming glow was a one-time watch only for me. I have explained this, to myself and others, not as an unwillingness to face the most heartbreaking parts of humanity, but on the contrary - that I don’t need to subject myself to acted depictions of these events and circumstances, complete with carefully crafted editing and stirring musical scores designed to stimulate emotion, to feel. That I would rather read first-hand or historical accounts, that lay out the facts, hold the Hollywood-ised manipulation.
Thank you for writing in your searingly honest way about your personal experience which resonates so deeply 🙏…the link you make between watching the horrors of life and the rush to activism is so familiar….the call to visit the hellish pit of grief on the way a much needed reminder.
So important…to expand our heart space collectively to hold these sorrows and feel our connectedness in that.
Thank you for writing in your searingly honest way about your personal experience which resonates so deeply 🙏…the link you make between watching the horrors of life and the rush to activism is so familiar….the call to visit the hellish pit of grief on the way a much needed reminder.
So important…to expand our heart space collectively to hold these sorrows and feel our connectedness in that.
This is beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing it.
Loved this. Thank you Holiday.