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Fitna: korte bespreking
Tja ... inhoudelijk, vond ik hem slecht, propaganda. Verzen zijn uit hun verband gerukt. Dat ongelovigen verbrand worden en hun huid weer wordt aangezet om opnieuw te branden is een beschrijving van de hel, niet een oproep om daadwerkelijk uit te voeren. Christelijke helvoorstellingen zijn niet milder. Maar ja, je gelooft het of je gelooft het niet.Toch zou ik niet relativerend willen doen en stellen dat Christendom en Islam eigenlijk niet zoveel verschillen. Het maakt heel wat uit of Jezus - een timmerman die zich laat kruisigen - stichter is van een religie, of Mohammed, een staatsman en legeraanvoerder.
De tweede helft van de film (over de islamisering van Nederland) is een samenraapsel van tendentieuze krantenkoppen; totaal niet steekhoudend.
Mijn grootste bezwaar tegen deze film is echter niet zo zeer inhoudelijk. Want zelfs als we zouden stellen dat er inhoudelijke elementen van de islam zijn die zich nauwelijks kunnen verhouden met onze samenleving, dan blijft de vraag wat de bijdrage is van deze film. Het effect is waarschijnlijk dat er angst gecreëerd wordt. Hoe kan angst nu helpen met het oplossen van conflicten?
De conclusie van de film dat het aan moslims is passages uit de koran te verscheuren is eenzijdig. Want even goed zou je moslims (en Christenen) kunnen oproepen om teksten in een breder verband te lezen. Wat zou trouwens de richtlijn zijn bij het verscheuren van passages, welk verlichtingsprincipe moeten we daarbij als maatstaf nemen? Of is er ook iets als verlichtingsfundamentalisme? We moeten niet vergeten heel veel terroristische daden gevoerd zijn uit allerlei ontaarde verlichtingsidealen, bijvoorbeeld het communisme, of het nationalisme.
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UPDATE:
28 maart 22:05
Zojuist heeft Liveleak vanwege bedreigingen 'Fitna' van haar website verwijderd!
Following threats to our staff of a very serious nature, and some ill informed reports from certain corners of the British media that could directly lead to the harm of some of our staff, Liveleak.com has been left with no other choice but to remove Fitna from our servers.
This is a sad day for freedom of speech on the net but we have to place the safety and well being of our staff above all else. We would like to thank the thousands of people, from all backgrounds and religions, who gave us their support. They realised LiveLeak.com is a vehicle for many opinions and not just for the support of one.
Perhaps there is still hope that this situation may produce a discussion that could benefit and educate all of us as to how we can accept one anothers culture.
We stood for what we believe in, the ability to be heard, but in the end the price was too high.
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Night Train
The pillars of the colonnade cut the stormy wind that blew over Central Station Square. Crumbled papers and tin cans rolled over the deserted square. A person stood out vaguely, sheltering behind one of the concrete pillars, his long hair waving in the wind. He stood out in oddly harmonious contrast with the glass and steel railway station that was under construction. A blue flash of lightning lit up the night sky like an evil omen.The fourteen or fifteen year old boy behind the pillar seemed to get a move on. He put on his backpack and lifted his sports bag. His footsteps echoed as he walked ahead, turning left through a sliding door, entering the station hall. He lay down on a bench underneath the big glass and steel dome next to the phone booth. He lifted his left arm and adjusted his watch. He set the alarm 5 minutes before the night train's arrival.
The woman at the ticket-window was absorbed in reading. The clock above her window handed quarter past two.
"Are ya afraid?" Jack asked Cris in a teasing way. Cris did not respond, turned his head and looked at the rain pattering on the asphalt. "You dare to do it, you're a gambler, aren't ya, a gambler..." Jack went on. "Gambler" the word haunted Chris' thoughts, spinning in his head... gambler, gambler, gambler...
Jack swung with his right hand holding a cigarette then jerked and ticked nervously on the wheel.
Cris did not feel good about the plan, but he dared not to say so.
Jack squeezed his cigarette on the dashboard and poked Cris' side, encouraging him. They arrived and parked their blue Vauxhall. Cris handed Jack the revolver and said: "no killing". Jack nodded.
The woman at the ticket-window turned the "CLOSED" sign: "OPEN". She stared at the sleeping boy with the sports bag. Then two men came through the sliding door. One was blond wearing tinted glasses, the other had brownish hair and wore a blue rain coat.
Chris disconnected the sliding door's switch, while Jack went to "buy" a ticket.
When Jack showed his revolver, the woman began to scream hysterically.
Meanwhile the boy with the sports bag woke up and witnessed the scene, as he crawled behind the phone booth.
The woman yelled and cried. Jack - anxious that she would cause an alarm - pulled the trigger,...
"No Jack!"
...
The body fell onto the ground and blood seeped into the station hall.
The men stared at each other in disbelief. "Jack... how could you..." Cris was interrupted by the soft but clear sound of an alarm.
"Shit!" Jack swore and ran for the boy.
The boy ran up the stairways and Jack followed. As he ran over the platforms and jumped over the rails, Jack fired. The boy climbed over a fence on platform 5b, passing a sign:
PLATFORM 5A/B IN TEMPORARY DISUSE
The boy hid behind a pile of sand, avoiding getting shot.
Jack was still on the rail track of platform 4B, as he reloaded his gun. He climbed onto the platform but fell back. He tried to to get up but he couldn't. An excruciating cry echoed over the platforms as the night train pulled in at platform 4B. It was three o'clock.
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