When Theo Begged..

“Can’t we talk about this?”

Life On The Run..The author of the best-selling memoir Infidel recalls the brutal murder of  Theo Van Gogh that forced her to abandon Holland and seek refuge in America.

One November morning in 2004, Theo van Gogh got up to go to work at his film production company in Amsterdam. He took out his old black bicycle and headed down a main road. Waiting in a doorway was a Moroccan man with a handgun and two butcher knives..(more here)

Ayaan Hirsi Ali- (born in Somalia, raised in Somalia as well as Saudi Arabia, Ethiopia, and Kenya)

 
What your not allowed to talk about and why- I just saw this and wow..Pamela Geller nails it!! Another powerful voice for our time-

  

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Poem I penned awhile back which I feel is relevant today- (I mean, Theo begged.. but time (too much) had passed didn't it? The lesson is, if demands aren't made for free speech now, then don't expect to reason- as it will only be a one way street?)

The Fork & The Measuring Rod-

While I'm here

But you know we're there..

It's the present

Still it's the past

Take a picture

Fast foreword the video

Listen to an audio

Rewind..

We look out of our window

Life's in frames

We don't carry

A measuring rod,

Not near enough

To a weather vane

They're only gages, really..

Effortlessly,

Like some kind of chess board

Moving over lines, we once

Could hide behind

Turning into one road

From the other

We declined

When you've missed the fork

From the future you can see-

You lost time

When the present finds us

Out of line-

But the drama's

Merely trauma

When your pasts

Just been defined-