“When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.” — Dom Helda Camara

Am aflat de acest om in cel mai potrivit moment. Am fost intotdeauna adepta violentei prin pace, a pacifismului. Am iubit intotdeauna pe Ghandi, Martin Luther King si Bob Marley. Cred in pace si in bunatatea oamenilor pierduta undeva printre corporatii, printre hipermarketuri si internet. Unii m-au numit (asa cum a fost numit si Camara) cu tente socialiste, tocmai pentru ca nu accept pesimismul liberal decat in Drepturile Omului. Poate sunt socialista, nu de asta ma impiedic eu acuma. Si nu au decat sa ma numeasca asa cei care nu sunt atinsi de ororile razboiului, de nedreptati, de foamete, de copiii ucisi de arme sau foamete, de animalele chinuite, de pomii taiati si de toate crimele asupra fiintelor umane. Ma doare ce ii doare pe ceilalti si nu ma pot dezice de ceea ce imi spune inima, mai presus de ratiune. Chiar daca consider benefica actiunea mainii invizibile, ceea ce spune Camara in  “Spiral of Violence” este ceea ce cred din adancul  fiintei mele.

Beyond the barriers (fragment din Spiral of Violece)

Is it possible to envisage a world movement when there are so many barriers, of so many different kinds, so many divisions between men, so many obstacles which often appear insuperable? Without being blind to the problems created by the differences in race, language, country and religion; without forgetting hatred, struggles, coldness and egoism, is it a dream or an illusion to think that there are, everywhere, people who have made up their minds to demand, in a peaceful but resolute way, justice as condition of peace?
Whatever the colour of your skin, the shape of your lips or your nose, whatever your height, you are neither a sub-man nor a superman; you are a human creature. You have a head, a heart, hopes, dreams. More important still: the creator and Father has a whole plan of human fulfilment which
involves you.
If you belong to a tribe, a family, a race, you belong too to the human family. The injustices you encounter in your own environment exist everywhere.
If you have a special love for your race, for your people, come and join all those who are resolved to build a more united and human world. Whatever your language, little known or well known, primitive or rich—we shall be able to understand you.
A look, a smile, gestures of peace and friendship, attention and delicacy, these are the universal language, capable of demonstrating that we are much closer to one another than we imagined.
Keep your language. Love its sounds, its modulation, its rhythm. But try to march together with men of different languages, remote from your own, who wish like you for a more just and human world.