The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread. When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out "stop!" When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the desensitization of society to violence and suffering over time.
Bertolt Brecht's quote highlights how humanity often becomes numb to repeated instances of violence and injustice. As atrocities occur more frequently, individual outcries fade away, leading to a collective silence that allows evil actions to persist unchallenged. The metaphor of falling rain suggests that just as rain becomes part of the environment, so too do the cries of suffering become background noise, ignored and overlooked by society.
In practice
During a discussion on social injustice, this quote can serve as a powerful reminder of the need to speak out against wrongdoings.
The shrill voices of those who give orders Are full of fear like the squeakings of Piglets awaiting the butcher's knife, as their fat arses Sweat with anxiety in their office chairs.... Fear rules not only those who are ruled, but The rulers too.
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Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.
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Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.
People use drugs, legal and illegal, because their lives are intolerably painful or dull. They hate their work and find no rest in their leisure. They are estranged from their families and their neighbors. It should tell us something that in healthy societies drug use is celebrative, convivial, and occasional, whereas among us it is lonely, shameful, and addictive. We need drugs, apparently, because we have lost each other.
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