The Forgiving Woman

The video plays in my memory, and it’s a woman – just any ordinary woman you would pass on the street, and think no more than ordinary thoughts – She’s wedged herself between the ajar crack of the front door and it’s frame. Among the flashing lights and shoving cameras and bustling journalists I remember she is crying. Not just crying but weeping, deep in mourning. She has just found out her daughter has been murdered.

But her teardrops are a sound lost in the gaps of journalists’ traps:

“What would you like to say to her murderers?”

What would you like to say to her murderers?

And above everything; above my anguish for the journalists’ cruel lack of empathy, above watching that woman’s life be torn apart; nothing resounds louder than her reply:

 I forgive them. And I will forgive them every day, for as long as I live.


These words have stuck to me for years. They appeared on a *now very old* news story as I have detailed, what I can remember, above. Instinctively I feel I was in primary school when I saw it, but can’t be too sure. (After a quick google search, I haven’t been able to find it either – it may have been lost among a string of similar cases.) Luckily, I have my writing skills on hand to describe it to you and I hope I did such an effective job as when I was the viewer!

Recently I have been trying to think of more coffee shares to film and philosophy posts to write. With the recent string of events in England, nothing seems quite right at the moment. If you have any other suggestions, please leave them in the comments. It’s always greatly appreciated 😊

Best wishes to everyone,


6 thoughts on “The Forgiving Woman

  1. Like you, I’ve been feeling like I needed to respond to events in Manchester and London, and yet have been feeling rather stumped. I have been part of a world-wide blogging group 1000 Voices for Compassion, which started up after the attacks in Paris a few years ago. We got together every month and wrote about different aspects of compassion and my involvement there, really fired me up in the real world too. I guess with the lulls between attacks, I’d sort of hoped it would stop. That things had returned to normal. Yet, they’re getting worse.
    I certainly don’t subscribe to the “keep calm and carry on” approach, because life has changed forever for the victims,survivors and their family and friends. However, we have to keep living. Most of us, can not stop.
    Anyway, what I have done, is get behind the celebrations to honour Jo Cox who lost her life trying to overcome difference. I heard about the great Get Together on Adam Hills show “The Last Leg”. I live just North of Sydney, Australia and couldn’t be part of any physical get together and so I organized an online one.
    It sounds like the sort of thing you might want to be a part of. Here’s the link which also takes you through to the campaign:
    Best wishes,


    1. I’ve just read your post and it’s beautiful! I’m going to leave a comment and reblog tonight if you don’t mind. Ive always been a proud conscientious objector… but there comes a point where you must stand for what you believe in. All the best ❤❤


    1. Thank you! ☺ it’s odd, all the philosophy we have and it seems to go out the window when the peace is disturbed! I have faith we’ll be OK though ☺

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      1. I agree, it’s a strange world that we live in. A quote comes to mind (for those who write): “You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you” – Ray Bradbury. 🙂


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