Jeg sÃ¥ V for Vendetta pÃ¥ sÃ¸ndag. Sjefsfilm. Jeg liker utrolig godt politisk kultur, og dette er i aller hÃ¸yeste grad en film med et politisk budskap.
For min del var filmen en vekker som satte i gang noen prosesser fÃ¸rste gang jeg sÃ¥ den (dette var andre gang). Disse prosessene ledet meg til Ã¥ lese den forholdsvis kjente boka 1984 av George Orwell. Nevnte bok skremte vettet av meg. Den er far til alle skrekkvisjoner av et totalitÃ¦rt regime som har kommet i bok- og filmform de siste femti Ã¥rene (Equilbrium er et annet godt eksempel), og ikke uten grunn (les den).
BÃ¥de 1984 og V for Vendetta minner meg pÃ¥ at et fritt og demokratisk samfunn ikke er en selvfÃ¸lge. Det er jo pÃ¥ Ã©n mÃ¥te ironisk at jeg mÃ¥ gÃ¥ til film for Ã¥ innse dette nÃ¥r de bare er Ã¥ lese i en hvilken som helst avis en hvilken som helst dag for Ã¥ lese om andre deler av verden som ikke har det. Samtidig klarer kulturelle uttrykk Ã¥ gjÃ¸re det hele veldig nÃ¦rt. De viser hvordan vÃ¥rt eget samfunn hadde vÃ¦rt uten grunnleggende demokratiske rettigheter.
Og har vi ikke egentlig slÃ¥tt inn pÃ¥ en vei som leder i denne retningen?
Jeg gjengir like godt hele programtalen til V, som han holder for det britiske folk et sted i en fiktiv, ikke altfor fjern fremtid (uthevingene er mine):
Good evening, London.
Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke.
But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way.
Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.
And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission.
How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives.
So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked.
But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
«[…] words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.»
Words will always retain their power. Ord har alltid makt. Det er selvsagt ikke uten grunn at totalitÃ¦re regimer alltid sÃ¸rger for Ã¥ knekke ytringsfriheten med Ã©n gang. All Ã¦re til Per Edgard Kokkvold, generalsekreÃ¦r i Norsk Presseforbund, som stÃ¥r som en bauta i kampen for ytringsfriheten i Norge. Selv her, i vÃ¥r egen tid, er tydeligvis ikke ytringsfrihet en selvfÃ¸lge likevel.
«I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you […]»
NÃ¥r frykt legger grunnlaget for vurderinger er det nÃ¸dt til Ã¥ gÃ¥ galt av sted. Det gjÃ¸r at vi oppgir det vi egentlig tror pÃ¥ til fordel for (et inntrykk av?) sikkerhet. En mÃ¥ selvsagt alltid vurdere trusselen opp mot rettighetene en griper inn i for Ã¥ forhindre trusselen (eks. mer utstrakt bruk av avlytting for Ã¥ hindre organisert kriminalitet), men min opplevelse er at rettighetene gÃ¥r pÃ¥ altfor store tap for tiden. Og drivkraften er frykt.