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“As I silently rub the drops of blood on the wall, I can only find the right words when I think of that merciful and just God who is so far away, and yet so close.”

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“In the morning I inspected my traveling companions and found a youth and a handsome old man with a wisp of gray beard sitting opposite me, sipping bitter tea. Presently the youth spoke to me, in formalities at first, and then inevitably of politics. I discovered that his wife’s uncle was a railway official and that he was traveling with a pass. He was on his way back to Szechuan, his native province, which he had left seven years before. But he was not sure that he would be able to visit his home town after all. Bandits were reported to be operating near there. “You mean Reds?” “Oh, no, not Reds, although there are Reds in Szechuan, too. No, I mean bandits.” “But aren’t the Reds also bandits?” I asked out of curiosity. “The newspapers always call them Red bandits or Communist bandits.” “Ah, but you must know that the editors must call them bandits because they are ordered to do so by Nanking,” he explained. “If they called them Communists or revolutionaries that would prove they were Communists themselves.” “But in Szechuan don’t people fear the Reds as much as the bandits?” “Well, that depends. The rich men fear them, and the landlords, and the officials and tax collectors, yes. But the peasants do not fear them. Sometimes they welcome them.” Then he glanced apprehensively at the old man, who sat listening intently, and yet seeming not to listen. “You see,” he continued, “the peasants are too ignorant to understand that the Reds only want to use them. They think the Reds really mean what they say.” “But they don’t mean it?” “My father wrote to me that they did abolish usury and opium in the Sungpan [Szechuan], and that they redistributed the land there. So you see they are not exactly bandits. They have principles, all right. But they are wicked men. They kill too many people.” Then surprisingly the graybeard lifted his gentle face and with perfect composure made an astonishing remark. “Sha pu kou!” he said. “They don’t kill enough!” We both looked at him flabbergasted. Unfortunately the train was nearing Chengchow, where I had to transfer to the Lunghai line, and I was obliged to break off the discussion. But I have ever since wondered with what deadly evidence this Confucian-looking old gentleman would have supported his startling contention. I wondered about it all the next day of travel, as we climbed slowly through the weird levels of loess hills in Honan and Shensi, and until my train—this one still new and very comfortable—rolled up to the new and handsome railway station at Sianfu.”

SocialismCommunismChinese RevolutionCommunist China
Author:Edgar Snow
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“Porque esas leyes no las promulgó Zeus. Tampoco la Justicia que tiene su trono entre los dioses del Averno. No, ellos no han impuesto leyes tales a los hombres. No podía yo pensar que tus normas fueran de tal calidad que yo por ellas dejara de cumplir otras leyes, aunque no escritas, fijas siempre, inmutables, divinas. No son leyes de hoy, no son leyes de ayer... son leyes eternas y nadie sabe cuándo comenzaron a vigir. ¿Iba yo a pisotear esas leyes venerables, impuestas por los dioses, ante la antojadiza voluntad de un hombre, fuera el que fuera?”

JusticiaLey DivinaLey De Los HombresLeyes Eternas
Book:Antígona
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“—¿La justicia? —repitió como un rayo—. La justicia no existe. O sólo como excepción: unos pocos escarmientos para guardar las apariencias, en los crímenes individuales nada más. Mala suerte para el que le toca. En los colectivos no, en los nacionales no, ahí no existe nunca, ni se pretende. A la justicia la atemoriza siempre la magnitud, la desborda la superabundancia, la inhibe la cantidad. Todo eso la paraliza y la asusta, y es iluso apelar a ella después de una dictadura, o de una guerra, incluso de un mero linchamiento en un pueblo de mala muerte, siempre son demasiados los que toman parte. ¿Cuánta gente crees que cometió delitos o fue cómplice en Alemania, y cuánta fue castigada? No me refiero a sometida a juicio y condenada, que todavía menos, sino a algo mucho más factible y más fácil: ¿cuánta fue castigada socialmente o a nivel personal? ¿Cuánta se vio marginada o repudiada, a cuánta se le hizo el vacío, como me pides que haga yo ahora con el Doctor por lo que has averiguado acerca de él? Una minúscula proporción. Una insignificancia. Y lo mismo en Italia, en Hungría, en Croacia, en Polonia, en Francia, en todas partes. No se lleva ante la justicia al conjunto de un país, ni a la mitad, ni siquiera a una porción. (Bueno, en las dictaduras sí, claro, pero ¿quién quiere eso otra vez?). Y en el supuesto de que aquí pudiéramos hacerlo, ¿qué sentido tendría no ya procesar, que no es posible ni conveniente tampoco, y en eso estamos casi todos de acuerdo, sino retirarle el saludo a la mayoría de la población? Seríamos los estúpidos justicieros los que nos quedaríamos apestados y aislados, no te quepa duda. Nadie execra a sus iguales, nadie acusa a quien se le parece.”

Justicia
Book:Así empieza lo malo
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