Friday, August 24, 2018

Light

Simone Weil died 75 years ago today. She was the most beautiful and the truest saint of her time, dying from self-starvation, from horror and heartbreak; horror at the miasma of World War II surrounding her in Europe, heartbreak because the Free French wouldn't let her parachute into France from London to fight the Nazis and those siding with them. This lovely, slender, terribly clumsy, always sick young woman (she died at 34) wanting to parachute into France! while refusing to eat because of all those dying from starvation across the world.

She always refused to think in terms of "rights," thinking only of "obligations." And to think of Weil from where we all now stand is to feel nothing but shame, guilt, and darkness.

The great John Berger reads from Simone's poem "Chance."