Day 81 (2) - Mr. Pip

Last night I watched a movie set in Papua New Guinea in the days of the conflict when soldiers murdered their own people - women, children, old men - in cold-blood, then hacked them up to feed to the pigs while the villagers watched in horror. One woman who has witnessed the killing of an innocent man, a white man who was known as "Mr. Pip," speaks up bravely calling the leader to accountability before God. She ended up being defiled by all the "soldiers" before being murdered and hacked up into pieces and fed to the pigs. Also martyred is a young, slow-witted child who says he saw the deed, so he, and his mother, are added to the menu.

After the "soldiers" leave the village the people bury their dead and kill and bury the mindless pigs who feasted savagely on the remains of the martyrs. Interesting movie. Not sure exactly what the point of it all was except to introduce Pip from Great Expectations, leaving us with this this thought:

 "Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain
upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I
had cried, than before - more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle."

Great Expectations
by
Charles Dickens 


"When they needed hope, he gave them Great Expectations."