In a world where everybody claims the freedom, Where one want the other adhere to our ideas. Human egoism, mixture, ignorance, incomprehension, madness. How
is it still possible that after so much time are society hasn't changed in any
kind of way? Centuries after centuries freedom of speech has been defended and
fought at the risk of millions of life. If religion is the opium of the people,
today they overdose.
Dread,
cowardice, obscurantism, savagery, violence. How far can we go? For
whom? Who are we? Sophisticated creatures capable of unconditional prowess? Or
at the opposite, hybrid beasts, savage and controlled by its instincts? Against
whom am I fighting today? A nation, a population, the entire world? Am I dead
because my pen has grazed the paper?
Even though I'm not here anymore, I
continue to live thanks to those who believe within me, thanks to those who
fought, thanks to the voices which amounted, to the tears that flowed but also
thanks to the democracy, the freedom, an idea, an emotion or even a smile.
I come from all the places of the world. I am those who have no
rights, those that suffers in silence. I am the revolutionary thought, I am the
hope, the progress, the change, the fight, the cries of despair, the courage,
the bravery and the unity.I am also a muslim and I was shot in the name of God.
However, we have the same religion. I died from a bullet in the head because
did comedy.
I
killed 12 people and injured an other 66 billion, but after all, I will be
forgiven once arrived in heaven.
Idealism,
utopianism? Is it still possible to dream of a world in which racial, religious
or even sexual differences would be a source of wealth and not a source of
conflict? In which madmen wouldn't blow themselves up in the name of ancestral
legends? In which tolerance would be stronger than hate?
Today, tomorrow and all the days to
come, I am Charlie. I am the peace, the solidarity, the love, the freedom of
speech.
"I'd rather die standing than kneeling"
"So they killed Charlie? No. They missed their target.
Charlie will live thanks to his readers, Charlie will live in spirit thanks to
all of us. We all are Charlie"
"It was only pencil strokes, not gunshots"
"I do not know whether God exists or not but if does well I
hope he has a good excuse"
