I cannot allow myself to be aware of repression because the screams of all the victims are etched into my soul. I am a victim. I've died each death from the beginning. If I allow myself to think about the violence, I'll start screaming and I will never stop. I'm not ready to hear about social justice until you are ready to hear about personal pain.
Men feel guilt because they know of the power to act.
Women feel grief because they know of the power of empathy. Teach me how to act. I will teach you how to feel. When you are able to feel each mother's anguish for her burning child, there cannot be another death. And when I refuse to annihilate my identity with, in and for that child, perhaps then we can begin to discuss human rights.