Just occasionally, especially at my age, one attends a funeral and knows that the eulogy does not reflect the life of the deceased. My grandmother's funeral made me very angry for the very reason that it was a conveyor belt event and the man who conducted the service clearly knew nothing about her extraordinarily hard life. Shakespeare knew it when Mark Anthony delivered his famous speech in Act iii Sc ii of Julius Caesar. I am not a great fan of glossing over the evil that men do, just because they have died.
I never knew David Kato. However, what I do feel is that he made a courageous and honest decision to stand up for what he believed to be justice in the face of what must have felt like overwhelming odds. Not only was he facing the full force of superstitious bigotry from his fellow countrymen, but that bigotry was also being fuelled by the cynical and heartless intervention of American born-again salesmen.
I have a experienced mixed and sometimes conflicting feelings at funerals, including sorrow, loss, grief, anger, shame, relief ... I have been pulled different ways by these emotions. It is strange that if
Quote:The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interréd with their bones
a funeral service often reflects the opposite. The funerals that seem best to me to reflect my feelings manage somehow to strike a balance between these extremes.
David Kato was buried yesterday. His family, friends and supporters managed to find plenty to praise. What a travesty that God's local representative had to go all Shirley Phelps. I shed a tear or two reading how the friends and family ended up ended up burying his body themselves.
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