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that could never have been hers...
the audacity of this stroke
about which she will...
alas, never know anything...
no doubt knew nothing...
replies to my question.:
''I have a pain in my mother, '"
as though
she were speaking for me...
both in my direction
and in my place.
I stop for a moment
over a pang of remorse...
in any case, over the admission
I owe the reader...
in truth that I owe
my mother herself...
for the reader will have understood
that I am writing for my mother...
perhaps even
for a dead woman.
For if I were here
writing for my mother...
it would be for a living mother
who does not recognize her son.
And I am paraphrasing here for whomever
no longer recognizes me...
unless it be so that one
should no longer recognize me...
another way of saying,
another version...
so that people think
[ Man On Radio ]
[ Man ] We are now approaching
the actual maximum security prison.
[ Chattering ]
[ Man, Indistinct ]
- How much? Eighteen years.
- Eighteen years.
- That was his cell.
- That was his cell?
Yes.
[ Man ]
You will notice that in this cell...
there is no water facility
or toilets.
Toilets were the buckets.
Their own bucket with a lid.
[ Woman ]
As soon as there is the One...
there is murder,
wounding, traumatism.
The One guards against
the Other.
It protects itself
from the Other.
But in the movement
of this jealous violence...
it comprises in itself
its self-otherness or self-difference.
The difference from within one's Self,
which makes it One.
The One as the Other.
At one and the same time...
but in the same time
that is out ofjoint.
The One forgets to remember
itself to its Self.
It keeps and erases the archive
of this injustice that it is...
of this violence
that it does.
The One makes
itself violence.
It violates
and does violence to itself.
It becomes what it is, the very
violence that it does to itself.
The determination
of the Self as One is violence.
[ Derrida ]
More than once, we will be faced...
with the effects
of a preliminary question...
which is the question.:
Who or what?
Does one forgive someone
for a wrong committed...
or does one forgive
someone something?
Someone who, in whatever way,
can never totally be confused...
with the wrongdoing...
and the moment of the past wrongdoing
nor with the past injury.
So, the question:
Who or what?
Do we forgive someone, or do
[ Man ]
[ Man ]
There is a very anxious question.
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