The one who is without sin should throw the stone first

When society is most puritan outside, it hides the largest shadows and darkness.

The most interesting thing is that high moral moral men who hide many things in their closets are reported to women’s sins. The moralists took over the media sphere. Not just here, everywhere. Elon Musk has announced an era in which empathy is something superfluous. Welcome.

There are sanctions for actions that are not in accordance with the law. But the attempt not only to discredit, but to destroy a person because he may have fallen in love? Did we forget about the family tragedy with the headmaster? They shouldn’t. Due to populist reporting, he lost his life. We didn’t wonder about his family.

What do we do in the name of love or in the name of passion. Because of their passions, people save lives, move boundaries, change the world. Because of their passions, people kill. The most beautiful novels, Ana Karenina, Mrs. Bovary, Hazardous relationshipsthey came from unhappy love, a triangle. We want tragic stories, but in real life we ​​condemn them.

The person we are talking about most about is a woman who wrote a novel about what is happening to her now. And before what she wrote about really happened to her. She wrote the story of love, which was labeled sinful in her time. She put her in another time, time hunting time.

The more you deepen into a certain period of history, the more you notice the same mechanisms, the same patterns. You are labeling the woman you want to discredit. Male gender does not apply. Other rules. It doesn’t matter if this is the time of the French Revolution or the time when Jesus walked through Galilea with his students, including his favorite student, Mary Magdalen, who, who knows why, has become a synonym for centuries.

The one who is without sin should throw the stone first. Paraphrase of what I supposed to say Jesuswhen they wanted to stone a woman who had been equated for many centuries with Mary Magdalenoa fallen woman. Mary Magdalen, such as in the Apocrying Gospel, was not a woman falling, she was a teacher, perhaps his bridesmaid, maybe his love.

So. Before we condemn, we must first get to know, check the facts. But we don’t really do that. Because it is more comfortable to condemn. Who has said: whoever does not think does he prefer to condemn?

At a time when children make suicide, at a time when we are in the midst of a new epidemic of depression, at a time when people we have elected do not flurry with our eyes, when they lie, the news of who loves with whom does not seem to be the most crucial story, and not exactly the greatest tragedy and sin. Except for those who are personally involved in it. We make a spectacle out of their pain.

The history of mankind is the history of great men who, because they were big, allowed everything and have taken everything, not just the right to the first night, as the counts of Celje. Women have been mild for most of history.

Mary Antoanet she had to pay for her alleged frivolity, and the antipropaganda machine labeled her as an adultery, a debauchery that serves only her pleasure. When that was not enough, she was labeled a lesbian and her relationship with her son for incest.

We will not stop before anything when needed to be discredited. That was the case and nothing changed. Our history is also the history of women who have had to pay for it because they were too glowing, too talented, too smart, too influential and visible, be it the Nobel Prize story Marie Curie or Mary Antoaneta. At this moment, I could only fill this page with the names of women who were stoned, beheaded, trampled, lynched.

Lastly Mira Furlan. Keep me more than everything in the world. It was her sin. Children’s desire to be loved. Because she was talented, glowing, strong at least outward, because her dreams projected her dreams because she wanted to be loved by everyone. Then, at the wrong time, the time of war, she fell in love with someone who had no real name.

In the righteous anger we can still list convictions, we can find a momentary pleasure in that we, fruitless, throw stones in sinners and sinners, and do not think about how their bleeding wounds hurt. They are not ours.

We always divert attention. From real problems to a story in which there is an emotions in which there is a passion in which is a sacrificial altar. The crowd always gets upset when blood is smelled. And those who know how to manipulate it know that.

As my interlocutor told me Vito Taufer in the last Annexes: Again, the time of spectacles comes.