Emma Izar vs. Maya Fel [D11 Debate]
Jan 22, 2019 3:41:53 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Jan 22, 2019 3:41:53 GMT -5
"We had each other. That's how we got through it."
The moderator had turned to me as soon as we finished exchanging the usual pleasantries. I fold my hands together as I answer, pressing them against the rough wood of the podium. We'd spent the previous night around newspaper clippings spread against the kitchen table, freshly inked ones with Ikaia's and Maya's speeches next to brittle, older pieces about Kirito's events or Maya's previous campaign. Two heads are better than one, Vasco had said, the kerosene light glowing between us long after we'd put Yani to bed, and we could hear Sofia's snores through the wall.
They must know what I'll say already, I think. We'd buried four nephews, one niece, and one daughter in the tribute cemetery, and others in the Izar graveyard. It was half of what we were known for, having so many of us reaped that some of us figured they were still trying to punish us for abuela's rebellious brothers.
"The hard part isn't the mourning. Getting dressed in black clothes and watching my daughter's body get lowered into the ground was painful, but it wouldn't be right to call it hard. It's a lot harder to get up the morning afterwards, and the morning after that, with no idea what comes next. It's those days that," - dragging Emmanuel out of the river, blood pouring from his wrists; laying a hand across Sofia's neck, to warn her not to go taking her rage out on the wrong people - "when we think we got life all figured out, days that come around and make us start all over again."
"I never thought about how, really." Until we discussed how this was the sort of question that shows up in debates, I add silently. "I just -" It didn't make any sense to think of their deaths as something to get past instead of accepting as another piece of our family's story. I list them off in my head, swallowing down a familiar lump in my throat. "There didn't stop being the same choice every day when we wake up, of how we're gonna keep living."
"You look at the world, and you realize how unfair all of it is, and you've got a few choices." There had been Deval, drowning himself in moonshine. Sampson with his fertilizer and explosions and hate. Bakar, harsh and unyielding. "You can try and destroy it all. You can look at the people society steps on the most, and hope that misfortune comes to them instead of you."
Today, I'd removed my wedding ring from its usual chain and slipped it on my finger; I spin it around now, gaze fixed on its colors as they catch the shifting sunlight.
"I choose to love."
"Even if it hurts, to see a world that doesn't care." Yet Vasco is my world, I think, recalling the sensation of his hand squeezing against mine, and wishing so hard it'd be enough that we'd brought it into being, in our little house by the river. "To see people suffer, and -" I stop before the treasonous words to see on TV how people worship the Gamemakers causing it slip from my mouth. "- and not be able to solve it," I finish instead.
"I volunteered here to debate because I support my husband, and I stand behind him in his campaign for mayor, every step of the way. I want a district where everyone is united, where we rise above fear and envy to help our neighbors get through hardship together. And I believe in Vasco to make that happen."
The moderator had turned to me as soon as we finished exchanging the usual pleasantries. I fold my hands together as I answer, pressing them against the rough wood of the podium. We'd spent the previous night around newspaper clippings spread against the kitchen table, freshly inked ones with Ikaia's and Maya's speeches next to brittle, older pieces about Kirito's events or Maya's previous campaign. Two heads are better than one, Vasco had said, the kerosene light glowing between us long after we'd put Yani to bed, and we could hear Sofia's snores through the wall.
They must know what I'll say already, I think. We'd buried four nephews, one niece, and one daughter in the tribute cemetery, and others in the Izar graveyard. It was half of what we were known for, having so many of us reaped that some of us figured they were still trying to punish us for abuela's rebellious brothers.
"The hard part isn't the mourning. Getting dressed in black clothes and watching my daughter's body get lowered into the ground was painful, but it wouldn't be right to call it hard. It's a lot harder to get up the morning afterwards, and the morning after that, with no idea what comes next. It's those days that," - dragging Emmanuel out of the river, blood pouring from his wrists; laying a hand across Sofia's neck, to warn her not to go taking her rage out on the wrong people - "when we think we got life all figured out, days that come around and make us start all over again."
"I never thought about how, really." Until we discussed how this was the sort of question that shows up in debates, I add silently. "I just -" It didn't make any sense to think of their deaths as something to get past instead of accepting as another piece of our family's story. I list them off in my head, swallowing down a familiar lump in my throat. "There didn't stop being the same choice every day when we wake up, of how we're gonna keep living."
"You look at the world, and you realize how unfair all of it is, and you've got a few choices." There had been Deval, drowning himself in moonshine. Sampson with his fertilizer and explosions and hate. Bakar, harsh and unyielding. "You can try and destroy it all. You can look at the people society steps on the most, and hope that misfortune comes to them instead of you."
Today, I'd removed my wedding ring from its usual chain and slipped it on my finger; I spin it around now, gaze fixed on its colors as they catch the shifting sunlight.
"I choose to love."
"Even if it hurts, to see a world that doesn't care." Yet Vasco is my world, I think, recalling the sensation of his hand squeezing against mine, and wishing so hard it'd be enough that we'd brought it into being, in our little house by the river. "To see people suffer, and -" I stop before the treasonous words to see on TV how people worship the Gamemakers causing it slip from my mouth. "- and not be able to solve it," I finish instead.
"I volunteered here to debate because I support my husband, and I stand behind him in his campaign for mayor, every step of the way. I want a district where everyone is united, where we rise above fear and envy to help our neighbors get through hardship together. And I believe in Vasco to make that happen."