Wow! After reading all of these posts I was so inspired on what everyone wrote that I felt dumfounded on what to write myself. But there is one thing about Requiem por el campesino, that keeps nagging me. To the left is a photo I found that represents the poor indigenous men and women that lived in the caves, just as Paco saw as a young child, and it is a part of their artwork. This picture to me fits the scene in the book perfectly, like they are all reaching out gently saying, "Don't forget me! I promise to work hard! I just need some help, Priest please have compassion, God would have compassion..." How could anyone with a heart not of stone not want to help? To me I cannot understand Mosen Millan. Since he is a priest, a follower of God, should he don't radiate the compassion of God in day to day life, yet he goes about doing his "job" without any emotion. His mechanical life, shows how is dedication to man, the nationalists party, has made him forget his relationships with other people for whom he cares (or cared), with God, and with the church. It is horrifying to see how a political party can consume a human life. Obviously life was different during '98, however, What consumes us today? For me, this all relates back to our day to day lives: Do we lack compassion because we get so vortexed into our day to day routine that we miss the hands on the wall? Has the arms race of politics caused us to forget WHAT is good and bad, and not WHO is good a bad?
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