Lars Larsen halshugget i Irak ??
Tjaa ... Ved sq egentlig ikke om der er så meget at sige. Det føles som om der er så meget man vil sige, og alligevel, så er man bare samtidigt så tom på ord. Hovedet, kroppen, hjertet, ja ... sq helt dybt langt ind i sjælen, sidder man med et overflod af følelser.
Sad sådan lidt, for en del timer siden, og pløjede en masse indlæg igennem, om alt og ingenting. Ting som lige i det øjeblik, fik hele Danmark til at gå i selvsving, nogle gange enda osse resten verden.
... der gik en dag ... der gik to ... der gik ... tjaa, der gik den "historie" i glemmebogen.
Det undrer mig meget, hvordan en episode, sådan med eet kan få verden i en slags "total fælles chok," for så blot få dage senere, nærmest være visket helt af lystavlen igen. Ikke blot undrer det mig, men det skræmmer mig ligeså.
Vi taler så meget om, hvordan vi evig og altid skal lære af vores fejl, lære af historien, således, at vi ikke gentager de samme fejl, igen og igen. Men hvordan skulle vi kunne det, når historien vi skal lære af, er væk fra vores hukommelse, ens langt før vi har forstået, hvad det egentlig var der skedte.
Skal vi lære af historien, så vi kan genkende den næste gang igen, og sige, "- Hey hvor pudsigt. Det har vi prøvet før." Eller er det meningen, at vi skulle lære af den, således at vi kan forhindre den i, nogensinde gentage sig igen.
Jeg er ikke ude efter at provokere denne gang. Snarere at få vendt tankerne lidt, prøve at lære, prøve ... ja, nok for at se, om jeg kan forstå det det. Derfor, så vil jeg ikke hentyde til en masse debatter her, om indland og udland. De fleste har vel sikkert læst dem alligevel. Dem der har interessen mener jeg.
Det siges jo, at hver man, står sig selv nærmest. Jeg tror der er langt meget mere sandhed i det, end vi mennesker egentlig bryder os om at erkende. Jeg kan så bare ikke forstå, hvorfor vi dog ikke gør noget ved det.
Det kan synes "oftopic" at sige, at jeg meget meget sjældent ser en gyserfilm. For hvor godt de så end er lavet, hvor meget der så end er lagt ned på den, af penge, af arbejde, og af alskens underlige computerskabte specialeffects. Så synes jeg bare de er platte, og mange gange totalt til grin. Det er faktisk sket, at jeg har taget mig selv i, at grine mere af en gyserfilm, end jeg normalt gør, af en rigtigt god komedie.
Når filmen så er slut, tjaa ... oftest kan jeg ikke huske ret meget af det der skedte i den. For så lidt koncentrerede jeg mig åbenbart om den.
Men jeg så et par videoklip her for et par måneder siden, som jeg ALDRIG nogensinde vil glemme. Eller jo, vil ville jeg faktisk godt. Jeg KAN bare ikke. Ikke sådan, at jeg har marreridt af det, slet ikke. Men billederne har bare brændt sig fast i hukommelsen, så jeg selv med lukkede øjne kan se dem for mig, som sad jeg og så dem på skærmen.
På samme måde, de lyde der var i disse videoklip, dem glemmer jeg heller ALDRIG.
Jeg så disse videoklip EEN GANG. Selv om de ligger her på harddisken, hvor jeg også vil blive ved med at gemme dem. Så vil jeg ALDRIG se dem igen. Jeg vil have muligheden for det, men nej, se dem igen, det gør jeg nok ALDRIG.
Et af de videoklip jeg taler om, er fra den 10 Oktober 2004. Altså ikke så længe siden. Hele den "civilicerede" verden hujede og gjorde ved. Få dage senere, var der ikke mange Danskere, der overhovedet kunne huske det navn, som vi alle havde hujet så meget om.
Kenneth Bigley.
Så er det lige jeg tænker ... mon vi Danskere ville husket bedre ... hvis Kenneth Bigley, havde været en almindelig Danskere, ved navn Lars Larsen (her ikke hendtydet til "Dyne Larsen")
Hvordan. Ja ... H V O R D A N !!! Kan vi mennesker virkelig tillade os, at kalde os selv medmenneskelige, når vi så let, så hurtigt, og helt uden skrupler, kan glemme en mand som Kenneth Bigley, der blev videofilmet af den Irakiske "terroristgruppe" Tawid wa Jihad, da han for sidste gang, fik lov at tale, inden 6 mand og en simpel lille lommekniv, for åben skærm skar hovedet af ham.
Kenneth Bigley's sidste ord var:
I am Ken Bigley from Liverpool in the Walton district. I am here in Iraq and I think this is possibly my last chance to speak to someone who will listen from Europe.
I need you to be as compassionate as you have always said you are and help me, help me to live so I can see my wife and my son and my mother and my brothers again.
I don’t want to die, I don’t deserve it and neither do those women held in the Iraqi prisons. Please, please release the female prisoners who are held in Iraqi prisons. Please help them, I need you to help Mr Blair You are now the only person on God’s earth that I can speak to.
Please, please help me to see my wife who cannot go on without me. She really can’t. And my son. (breaks down) Please help me .....please help me.
I also now realise how much the Iraqi people have suffered. The Iraqis have suffered, the Iraqi children who haven’t got their mothers, it’s not fair.
A child wants his mother, it’s of no use keeping a mother in prison, no use whatsoever ever. Let the mothers go back to their children, give these people a chance. Please I beg you.(breaks down)
My wife, she can’t even speak very good English. She doesn’t know anything, she rings Paul and asks, ‘Where’s Ken ?’.
Mr Blair, I am nothing to you, it’s just one person in the whole of the United Kingdom that’s all. With a family like you’ve got a family, with children, like your children, your boys, your wife.
Please you can help, I know you can. These people are not asking for the world, they’re asking for their wives and the mothers of their children.
Please Mr Blair, please show some of the compassion you say you have. Please, I don’t know what I can say. Please I wish you could talk back to me, I wish you could tell me what I’ve got to do. I’m nothing, am only a small man. I’m nothing, I have no political gains. I have no ambitions of grandeur. I made the mistake in coming here, but I’ve worked a long time in the Emirates.
I just didn’t have real fear, not like I have, today. Please, please help me Mr Blair. You know you can, you know you can. Thankyou, thankyou.
And (inaudible)....also if there’s anyone else that can can help me within the British political world, the Liberal party or the Conservative Party, if you can talk with Mr Blair and assist him.
I know things aren’t easy, I know things aren’t black and white, white and black, but we can overcome this. We can overcome it, I need to live. I need to see my family and these people here need to see their mothers and their wives back in their homes, they do.
I’ve been here a week and they’ve taken good care of me. They have, under the circumstances, they’ve taken very good care of me so please anybody, anybody in England, anybody at all that can talk to you Mr Blair and convince Mr Blair to help me and help the Iraqi people.
This is not only helping me, this is helping the Iraqi people who need help, they don’t need bully boys, they need help, they need care and they need compassion – the things you say you are Mr Blair. Please, anyone at all who can help and also to the British people, you are going to be watching because it is on TV I presume.
You look at yourselves and think of your wife or think of your husband not being home, not because they committed a crime but because they just get arrested and are guilty by association, just thrown inside a jail and the families want these people home like you would want your family, your mothers, your wives, your husbands home.
Please, please lobby Mr Blair. Please lobby all of the political parties that you are involved with and ask them to stop and have a look at the Iraqis plight.
Iraq is suffering and has been suffering too long and it needs its country like you. Would you like the Germans or any other country walking down the street with a gun, in England, in Scotland, I don’t think so. And the Iraqis don’t like foreign troops on their soil walking down the street with guns, it’s not right and it’s not fair. We need to pull the troops out and let the Iraqis run their own country, their own destiny.
And I ask you all, of course I need help, of course I do, that goes without saying but the Iraqis also need help, they need to be left alone to rebuild their country and their own futures at the speed they want to do it and not be pushed and shoved.
People of Britain and people of Liverpool particularly, you are very special people, you are people who can open your mouths and speak and say enough is enough. Enough is enough of playing with Iraq like a toy. Pack your bags and get out and let’s hope we can come back and visit the country as a guest, as a guest of the Iraqis
Please, especially all the people of Liverpool, we all know how important, how special Liverpool is to everybody, people who speak the truth. I’m not afraid to speak the truth, I never have been, that’s probably why all the Liverpudlians have suffered over the years.
I’m begging you, please, please talk to MPs, talk to the Government, talk to anyone. Please, please look at Iraq and help. Me, yes, I want to live, yes I want to live, but please look and help Iraq, Iraqi women and children, women and children.
I’ve been in Iraq some months now, believe me they have nothing, they have nothing only their pride. They’re kind people, please talk to, talk to everybody that you know who can influence people, can talk to politicians, can talk to anybody who can let the decision makers know, people who are close to the Government, who are close to the opposition, Amnesty International, the Red Cross, the Red Crescent, everybody. And the Asian community, the Asian community in England, please, please open your mouths and be listened to and speak up for the freedom of Iraq.
Please.
Sekundtet efter, lå Kenneth på gulvet, med 6 mand over sig. Han skreg af angst, af smerte, af chok, i næsten 47 sekunder, inden han blødte ihjel. Alt imens hans hoved blev skåret af med en lommekniv.
Hvad har vi lært?
Næste gang, er det måske din kæreste / ægtefælle, dit barn eller barnebarn, din mor eller far.
Ville det være en trøst, at vi Danskere kan stille os i samlet flok og sige,
"- Hey hvor pudsigt. Det har vi prøvet før."
Eftertænksome hilsner,
Lars
Kenneth Bigley, rest in peace
Sad sådan lidt, for en del timer siden, og pløjede en masse indlæg igennem, om alt og ingenting. Ting som lige i det øjeblik, fik hele Danmark til at gå i selvsving, nogle gange enda osse resten verden.
... der gik en dag ... der gik to ... der gik ... tjaa, der gik den "historie" i glemmebogen.
Det undrer mig meget, hvordan en episode, sådan med eet kan få verden i en slags "total fælles chok," for så blot få dage senere, nærmest være visket helt af lystavlen igen. Ikke blot undrer det mig, men det skræmmer mig ligeså.
Vi taler så meget om, hvordan vi evig og altid skal lære af vores fejl, lære af historien, således, at vi ikke gentager de samme fejl, igen og igen. Men hvordan skulle vi kunne det, når historien vi skal lære af, er væk fra vores hukommelse, ens langt før vi har forstået, hvad det egentlig var der skedte.
Skal vi lære af historien, så vi kan genkende den næste gang igen, og sige, "- Hey hvor pudsigt. Det har vi prøvet før." Eller er det meningen, at vi skulle lære af den, således at vi kan forhindre den i, nogensinde gentage sig igen.
Jeg er ikke ude efter at provokere denne gang. Snarere at få vendt tankerne lidt, prøve at lære, prøve ... ja, nok for at se, om jeg kan forstå det det. Derfor, så vil jeg ikke hentyde til en masse debatter her, om indland og udland. De fleste har vel sikkert læst dem alligevel. Dem der har interessen mener jeg.
Det siges jo, at hver man, står sig selv nærmest. Jeg tror der er langt meget mere sandhed i det, end vi mennesker egentlig bryder os om at erkende. Jeg kan så bare ikke forstå, hvorfor vi dog ikke gør noget ved det.
Det kan synes "oftopic" at sige, at jeg meget meget sjældent ser en gyserfilm. For hvor godt de så end er lavet, hvor meget der så end er lagt ned på den, af penge, af arbejde, og af alskens underlige computerskabte specialeffects. Så synes jeg bare de er platte, og mange gange totalt til grin. Det er faktisk sket, at jeg har taget mig selv i, at grine mere af en gyserfilm, end jeg normalt gør, af en rigtigt god komedie.
Når filmen så er slut, tjaa ... oftest kan jeg ikke huske ret meget af det der skedte i den. For så lidt koncentrerede jeg mig åbenbart om den.
Men jeg så et par videoklip her for et par måneder siden, som jeg ALDRIG nogensinde vil glemme. Eller jo, vil ville jeg faktisk godt. Jeg KAN bare ikke. Ikke sådan, at jeg har marreridt af det, slet ikke. Men billederne har bare brændt sig fast i hukommelsen, så jeg selv med lukkede øjne kan se dem for mig, som sad jeg og så dem på skærmen.
På samme måde, de lyde der var i disse videoklip, dem glemmer jeg heller ALDRIG.
Jeg så disse videoklip EEN GANG. Selv om de ligger her på harddisken, hvor jeg også vil blive ved med at gemme dem. Så vil jeg ALDRIG se dem igen. Jeg vil have muligheden for det, men nej, se dem igen, det gør jeg nok ALDRIG.
Et af de videoklip jeg taler om, er fra den 10 Oktober 2004. Altså ikke så længe siden. Hele den "civilicerede" verden hujede og gjorde ved. Få dage senere, var der ikke mange Danskere, der overhovedet kunne huske det navn, som vi alle havde hujet så meget om.
Kenneth Bigley.
Så er det lige jeg tænker ... mon vi Danskere ville husket bedre ... hvis Kenneth Bigley, havde været en almindelig Danskere, ved navn Lars Larsen (her ikke hendtydet til "Dyne Larsen")
Hvordan. Ja ... H V O R D A N !!! Kan vi mennesker virkelig tillade os, at kalde os selv medmenneskelige, når vi så let, så hurtigt, og helt uden skrupler, kan glemme en mand som Kenneth Bigley, der blev videofilmet af den Irakiske "terroristgruppe" Tawid wa Jihad, da han for sidste gang, fik lov at tale, inden 6 mand og en simpel lille lommekniv, for åben skærm skar hovedet af ham.
Kenneth Bigley's sidste ord var:
I am Ken Bigley from Liverpool in the Walton district. I am here in Iraq and I think this is possibly my last chance to speak to someone who will listen from Europe.
I need you to be as compassionate as you have always said you are and help me, help me to live so I can see my wife and my son and my mother and my brothers again.
I don’t want to die, I don’t deserve it and neither do those women held in the Iraqi prisons. Please, please release the female prisoners who are held in Iraqi prisons. Please help them, I need you to help Mr Blair You are now the only person on God’s earth that I can speak to.
Please, please help me to see my wife who cannot go on without me. She really can’t. And my son. (breaks down) Please help me .....please help me.
I also now realise how much the Iraqi people have suffered. The Iraqis have suffered, the Iraqi children who haven’t got their mothers, it’s not fair.
A child wants his mother, it’s of no use keeping a mother in prison, no use whatsoever ever. Let the mothers go back to their children, give these people a chance. Please I beg you.(breaks down)
My wife, she can’t even speak very good English. She doesn’t know anything, she rings Paul and asks, ‘Where’s Ken ?’.
Mr Blair, I am nothing to you, it’s just one person in the whole of the United Kingdom that’s all. With a family like you’ve got a family, with children, like your children, your boys, your wife.
Please you can help, I know you can. These people are not asking for the world, they’re asking for their wives and the mothers of their children.
Please Mr Blair, please show some of the compassion you say you have. Please, I don’t know what I can say. Please I wish you could talk back to me, I wish you could tell me what I’ve got to do. I’m nothing, am only a small man. I’m nothing, I have no political gains. I have no ambitions of grandeur. I made the mistake in coming here, but I’ve worked a long time in the Emirates.
I just didn’t have real fear, not like I have, today. Please, please help me Mr Blair. You know you can, you know you can. Thankyou, thankyou.
And (inaudible)....also if there’s anyone else that can can help me within the British political world, the Liberal party or the Conservative Party, if you can talk with Mr Blair and assist him.
I know things aren’t easy, I know things aren’t black and white, white and black, but we can overcome this. We can overcome it, I need to live. I need to see my family and these people here need to see their mothers and their wives back in their homes, they do.
I’ve been here a week and they’ve taken good care of me. They have, under the circumstances, they’ve taken very good care of me so please anybody, anybody in England, anybody at all that can talk to you Mr Blair and convince Mr Blair to help me and help the Iraqi people.
This is not only helping me, this is helping the Iraqi people who need help, they don’t need bully boys, they need help, they need care and they need compassion – the things you say you are Mr Blair. Please, anyone at all who can help and also to the British people, you are going to be watching because it is on TV I presume.
You look at yourselves and think of your wife or think of your husband not being home, not because they committed a crime but because they just get arrested and are guilty by association, just thrown inside a jail and the families want these people home like you would want your family, your mothers, your wives, your husbands home.
Please, please lobby Mr Blair. Please lobby all of the political parties that you are involved with and ask them to stop and have a look at the Iraqis plight.
Iraq is suffering and has been suffering too long and it needs its country like you. Would you like the Germans or any other country walking down the street with a gun, in England, in Scotland, I don’t think so. And the Iraqis don’t like foreign troops on their soil walking down the street with guns, it’s not right and it’s not fair. We need to pull the troops out and let the Iraqis run their own country, their own destiny.
And I ask you all, of course I need help, of course I do, that goes without saying but the Iraqis also need help, they need to be left alone to rebuild their country and their own futures at the speed they want to do it and not be pushed and shoved.
People of Britain and people of Liverpool particularly, you are very special people, you are people who can open your mouths and speak and say enough is enough. Enough is enough of playing with Iraq like a toy. Pack your bags and get out and let’s hope we can come back and visit the country as a guest, as a guest of the Iraqis
Please, especially all the people of Liverpool, we all know how important, how special Liverpool is to everybody, people who speak the truth. I’m not afraid to speak the truth, I never have been, that’s probably why all the Liverpudlians have suffered over the years.
I’m begging you, please, please talk to MPs, talk to the Government, talk to anyone. Please, please look at Iraq and help. Me, yes, I want to live, yes I want to live, but please look and help Iraq, Iraqi women and children, women and children.
I’ve been in Iraq some months now, believe me they have nothing, they have nothing only their pride. They’re kind people, please talk to, talk to everybody that you know who can influence people, can talk to politicians, can talk to anybody who can let the decision makers know, people who are close to the Government, who are close to the opposition, Amnesty International, the Red Cross, the Red Crescent, everybody. And the Asian community, the Asian community in England, please, please open your mouths and be listened to and speak up for the freedom of Iraq.
Please.
Sekundtet efter, lå Kenneth på gulvet, med 6 mand over sig. Han skreg af angst, af smerte, af chok, i næsten 47 sekunder, inden han blødte ihjel. Alt imens hans hoved blev skåret af med en lommekniv.
Hvad har vi lært?
Næste gang, er det måske din kæreste / ægtefælle, dit barn eller barnebarn, din mor eller far.
Ville det være en trøst, at vi Danskere kan stille os i samlet flok og sige,
"- Hey hvor pudsigt. Det har vi prøvet før."
Eftertænksome hilsner,
Lars
Kenneth Bigley, rest in peace