lundi 8 juin 2009


On 6 June, we remembered D Day. Others were, maybe, remembering the beginning of the end of a dream, evil as that dream may have been. Now don't misread me. I shudder at the thought that this dream could have come true and we were right to crush it. That is not my point.
I just happenned to think that one person's cause for jubilation can be another's cause for sorrow. For instance, I win the lottery jackpot; it means another one did not. My team wins, the supporters of the losing team can't be as happy as I am, no?
When rejoicing we tend to forget about the other less fortunate ones. Should we look at how we rejoice and celebrate and how, at times, it may affect some other peoples? When an U.S. group planned a commemoration of our Plains of Abraham battle, on the Plains, in Québec, it caused such a ruckus that they withdrew their project. For over 300 years, in Ireland, riots have erupted when the Orangemen commemorate the Battle of the Boyne. Is all that really necessary?