The 25th of May is quietly celebrated by the survivors of the People’s Revolution, which ended the reign of Lord Winder. They wear a sprig of lilac and gather at the Small Gods Cemetery to honour the Watchmen who fell: Cecil Clapman, Ned Coates, Dai Dickins, John Keel, Horace Nancyball, Billy Wiglet, and (albeit temporarily) Reg Shoe.
In the Round world (following Terry Pratchett’s diagnosis of Alzheimer’s disease), Match It For Pratchett has called on fans to wear lilacs on 25 May in support of Terry.
The slogan of the People’s Revolution is “Truth, Justice, Freedom, Reasonably Priced Love, and a Hard-Boiled Egg!”
Supposing there was justice for all, after all? For every unheeded beggar, every harsh word, every neglected duty, every slight… every choice… Because that was the point, wasn’t it? You had to choose. You might be right, you might be wrong, but you had to choose, knowing that the rightness or wrongness might never be clear or even that you were deciding between two sorts of wrong, and there was no right anywhere. And always, always, you did it by yourself. You were the one there, on the edge, watching and listening. Never any tears, never any apology, never any regrets… You saved all that up in a way that could be used when needed.
Homestuck has its 4/13, Star Wars its May the Fourth, LOTR its September 22. We in the Discworld fandom have the Glorious 25th of May.
In Ankh-Morpork on the Discworld, those who fought in the Glorious Revolution (which gloriously lost) wear lilac today in remembrance of companions fallen.
In the fandom, we wear lilac today in remembrance of all Terry Pratchett did and continues to do: for teaching us about life and about death and how we need to love both, about anger and about joy and how you ought to have some of each, about stories and about the real world and how they’re not so separate as one might appear, about learning with your head and your heart and your hands, about using technology and about living with people, about the evil we have done and the good we can do, about how a man’s not dead while his name’s still spoken, and about trying to stand up for the old slogan - “Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonably-priced love! And a hard-boiled egg!”
So, to my followers (and my god, there’s more than a hundred of you, how did that happen, I love you all) - if you don’t read Terry Pratchett, I highly recommend that you do, and that next year, you’ll also wear the lilac.
I wanted something to put above our Pratchett book shelves in the office, and decided to try my hand at making something myself. I’m really rather pleased with it, especially considering I haven’t drawn anything by hand in over two years :D
Well…a kind of revolution. That wasn’t really the word for what it was. There was the People’s Republic of Treacle Mine Road (Truth! Freedom! Justice! Reasonably priced love! And a hard-boiled egg!) that would live for all of a few hours, a strange candle that burned too briefly and died like a firework.
Well… a kind of revolution. That wasn’t really a word for what it was. There was the People’s Republic of Treacle Mine Road (Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonably Priced Love! And a Hard-Boiled Egg!), which would live for all of a few hours, a strange candle that burned too briefly and died like a firework.