The Nobel Peace Prize was given to someone who deserved it, last week — for perhaps the first time in decades. Liu Xiaobo is a true warrior for human rights and democracy, imprisoned in a country with less grasp of the concept than most.
I’m not normally a huge sap, but these words — written to his wife, Liu Xia, last year — damn near brought me to tears:
Your love is sunlight that transcends prison walls and bars, stroking every inch of my skin, warming my every cell, letting me maintain my inner calm, magnanimous and bright, so that every minute in prison is full of meaning. But my love for you is full of guilt and regret, sometimes heavy enough hobble my steps. I am a hard stone in the wilderness, putting up with the pummeling of raging storms, and too cold for anyone to dare touch. But my love is hard, sharp, and can penetrate any obstacles. Even if I am crushed into powder, I will embrace you with the ashes.
Given your love, my sweetheart, I would face my forthcoming trial calmly, with no regrets about my choice and looking forward to tomorrow optimistically.
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(via Hot Air)