"Friday night, you took away the life of an
exceptional human being, the love of my life, the mother of my son. But
you will not have my hatred.
"I
do not know who you are, and I do not wish to. You are dead souls. If
this God for whom you kill so blindly has made us in His image, every
bullet in the body of my wife will have been a wound in His heart.
"So I will not give you the privilege of hating you. You certainly sought
it, but replying to hatred with anger would be giving in to the same
ignorance which made you into what you are. You want me to be
frightened, that I should look into the eyes of my fellow citizens with
distrust, that I sacrifice my freedom for security. You lost. I will
carry on as before.
"I saw her this morning. Finally, after nights and days of waiting. She
was as beautiful as when she left on Friday evening, as beautiful as
when I fell madly in love with her more than 12 years ago.
"I am of
course devastated by heartbreak. I'll cede you that little victory, but
it will be short-lived. I know that she will be with us every day and
that we will meet again in a paradise of free souls to which you will
never have access.
"There are only two of us, my son and I, but we are stronger than all
the armies of the world. Moreover, I have no more time to grant you, I
must go to Melvil, who is waking up from his nap. He is just
17 months old. He will eat his snack like he does every day, then we
will play like we do every day, and every day of his life, this little boy
will affront you by being happy and free. Because you will not have his
hatred either."
—Antoine Leiris
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