This is an open letter, that was written by Antoine Leiris, in Le Monde, after the death of his wife, Hélène Muyal-Leiris, at the Bataclan Theater. Madam Muyal-Leiris was one of the 129 people killed in the series of barbaric attacks, in Paris, last Friday night.
I believe that Mon. Leiris, who personally lost more than any of the politicians in Washington, or our statehouses, demonstrates considerably more eloquence and class. He realizes that what the Jihadist terrorists are attempting to rob us of our very being—to abandon our humanity. That can’t really be what we want. Vive la France!
On Friday night you stole the life of an exceptional being, the love of my life, the mother of my son, but you won’t have my hatred.
I don’t know who you are and I don’t want to know – you are dead souls. If this God for which you kill indiscriminately made us in his own image, every bullet in the body of my wife will have been a wound in his heart.
So no, I don’t give you the gift of hating you. You are asking for it but responding to hatred with anger would be giving in to the same ignorance that made you what you are.
You want me to be afraid, to view my fellow countrymen with mistrust, to sacrifice my freedom for security. You have lost.
I saw her this morning. Finally, after many nights and days of waiting. She was just as beautiful as when she left on Friday night, just as beautiful as when I fell hopelessly in love over 12 years ago.
Of course I’m devastated with grief, I admit this small victory, but it will be short-lived. I know she will accompany us every day and that we will find ourselves in this paradise of free souls to which you’ll never have access.
We are two, my son and I, but we are stronger than all the armies of the world.
I don’t have any more time to devote to you, I have to join Melvil who is waking up from his nap. He is barely 17-months-old. He will eat his meals as usual, and then we are going to play as usual, and for his whole life this little boy will threaten you by being happy and free.