The Forgiving Woman

Philosophy

The video plays in my memory, and it’s a woman – just any ordinary woman you would pass on the street, and think no more than ordinary thoughts – She’s wedged herself between the ajar crack of the front door and it’s frame. Among the flashing lights and shoving cameras and bustling journalists I remember she is crying. Not just crying but weeping, deep in mourning. She has just found out her daughter has been murdered.

But her teardrops are a sound lost in the gaps of journalists’ traps:

“What would you like to say to her murderers?”

What would you like to say to her murderers?

And above everything; above my anguish for the journalists’ cruel lack of empathy, above watching that woman’s life be torn apart; nothing resounds louder than her reply:

 I forgive them. And I will forgive them every day, for as long as I live.

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These words have stuck to me for years. They appeared on a *now very old* news story as I have detailed, what I can remember, above. Instinctively I feel I was in primary school when I saw it, but can’t be too sure. (After a quick google search, I haven’t been able to find it either – it may have been lost among a string of similar cases.) Luckily, I have my writing skills on hand to describe it to you and I hope I did such an effective job as when I was the viewer!

Recently I have been trying to think of more coffee shares to film and philosophy posts to write. With the recent string of events in England, nothing seems quite right at the moment. If you have any other suggestions, please leave them in the comments. It’s always greatly appreciated 😊

Best wishes to everyone,

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