This is the man who according to you has ruined my soul. Why, I tell you I don’t believe I had a soul before I met him. He has taught me everything that I know that is worth knowing. […] There is one more thing that I must say something about, that is that you cannot do anything against the power of my affection for Oscar Wilde and of his for me. I am passionately fond of him, and he of me. “There never was a better bargain driver.” There is nothing I would not do for him, and if he dies before I do I shall not care to live any longer. The thought of such a thing makes everything black before my eyes. Surely there is nothing but what is fine and beautiful in such a love as that of two people for one another, the love of the disciple and the philosopher.
Lord Alfred Douglas defending his love for Oscar Wilde to his mother, winter 1893.
They have advised me to dissemble in order to live down my present reputation of being the one whom Oscar Wilde loved. They have even assured me that in about five years I would again be received in the bosom of London society, that my youthful indiscretions would be overlooked, that imposing dowagers would smile at me in drawing-rooms, that brainless, heartless fools would bow to me in clubs.
That may be so, but I am tired of pretences. I have had enough of crawling to conventions at which my heart revolts. I have no need of dowagers to smile at me or fools to bow to me. I do not want to ‘gain the whole world and lose my soul.’ While I am still young and bold, let me put myself once and for all on the side of honesty, and declare that I am proud to be what I am, proud to have been so much loved by a great man, and proud to have suffered so much for him.
Alfred Douglas, 1895. Mercure de France article in which he defends Oscar Wilde, their romantic relationship and ‘the love that dare not speak its name’ in general.
What if there was a day, one day a year, where everyone in the world lined up in lets say, a flat desert, and just had their piles of possessions behind them? Now I mean every possession. Toothbrushes, sweaters, books, bread, TVs- everything. How much would you have? Would your pile be enormous, stretching the length and height many times your size?
Now let’s take you, and that pile of things, and move you from where you are in this line. Let’s say before, you were in line by your friends and family, all from the same state/country. But now let’s move you to a part of the line where people are from.. Guatemala. A small village in Guatemala, where the family size is around 3-7 children, not all being biologically related. How much do you think they would have in their piles? A few bowls/baskets behind the mother, maybe a blanket or an axe behind the father. Maybe a few small piles of corn to be made later into tortillas to survive off of. A number of things you could probably hold all of in your arms. And that’s it.
How would you react? Would you just look at them, glance for a brief second, and look away? Go back to thinking normal thoughts, like what your plans are later or deciding what you’re going to wear tomorrow? The answer is probably not. You would give them that sweatshirt that you hardly ever wear, or a blanket because you already have too many. Some of your food too, because you don’t need it all. You would want to help them. Because no one should have to worry about if they’re going to be able to eat that day, or if their family is going to stay warm enough that night sharing one blanket between all 6 of them.
So why is society like this? Why do we just look the other way? We see commercials, or maybe even go on one missions trip, and think oh that’s so sad, i want to help. And we dwindle on it for a bit, and then the thought is gone. We get interrupted by an everyday occurrence, and suddenly we’re wrapped up in our own lives again.
This message is so important to me. We need to help these people, all over the world, that are in need. What’s happening is real. Nearly 870million people are suffering from chronic undernourishment. The main reason for this? Poverty. The saddest thing to me, is there is enough food on this earth to feed the entire nation. Let me repeat that. The world produces enough food to feed everyone.People, we need to start helping our brothers and sisters in this world. Please reach out if you can. Donate those old clothes, give some extra change to that charity. Or the best way, go on a missions trip to a different country and help. Experience their culture, and see what it is like. It will truly change your perspective.
I know this is long, but please pass this on. This message is so important.