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Cry, the Beloved Country

Seth - September 11, 2006

Five years ago, this morning, I sat enraptured before my television in a corner of the small college apartment I shared with my wife. I remember thinking a lot of things and feeling many conflicting emotions. Most have faded with time.

But a passage from Alan Paton’s “Cry the Beloved Country” came to my mind that morning, and it remains with me today.

There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all. This is no time to talk of hedges and fields, or the beauties of any country. Sadness and fear and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens the pages of these messengers of doom. Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved. Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.

Five years after monstrosities fell from the sky, I relive these words. And others come to my mind:

We do not know, we do not know. We shall live from day to day, and put more locks on the doors, and get a fine fierce dog when the fine fierce bitch next door has pups, and hold on to our handbags more tenaciously; and the beauty of the trees by night and the raptures of lovers under the stars, these things we shall forego. We shall forego the coming home drunken through the midnight streets, and the evening walk over the star-lit veld. We shall be careful, and knock this off our lives, and knock that off our lives, and hedge ourselves about with safety and precaution. And our lives will shrink, but they shall be the lives of superior beings: and we shall live with fear, but at least it will not be a fear of the unknown. And the conscience shall be thrust down; the light of life shall not be extinguished, but be put under a bushel, to be preserved for a generation that will live by it again, in some day not yet come; and how it will come, and when it will come, we shall not think about at all.

And what shall I think five years from now? Shall my world ever be healed? Will my children run freely upon the grass when swords have become plowshares again? What shall I say to my still unborn son?

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

Here’s to our future, my brothers and sisters. May God smile upon it.

4 Comments »

  1. That was really beautiful, Seth, thank you.

    Comment by Susan M — September 11, 2006 @ 5:53 pm

  2. Good work. There is a perspective that book gives to our lives: however our lives changed in the last five years, we still have many, many blessings.

    Comment by BrianJ — September 11, 2006 @ 8:43 pm

  3. Seth – I loved that book, and your last quote especially. Lovely post – thanks

    Comment by Rebecca — September 11, 2006 @ 10:52 pm

  4. yeah, great book. Thanks.

    Comment by john f. — September 12, 2006 @ 1:19 pm

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