I read a heartbreaking opinion piece in the Washington Post the other day. It was by Jamal Khashoggi, and it was entitled, What the Arab world needs most is free expression.
It was the last thing he ever wrote. We now know he met an outrageous and brutal end in the Saudi Arabian Consulate. We also know that Trump has absolutely no intention of holding the Saudis accountable for it, because whatever type of compass he has, it’s not a moral one. It points directly toward dollar signs. Which is even more outrageous.
But I digress.
Of course, Khashoggi didn’t know it would be his last piece when he was writing it. Very few writers do, I suppose. In fact, very few of us, in general, know what the last thing we’ll say or do will be. That adds extra weight to one’s actions, doesn’t it?
If I die while I’m still writing this blog, whatever my last post happens to be is going to seem more important than I’ll probably have intended it to be. I hope it’s not one of my lazy days when I’m rambling about stuff and nonsense. I also hope it’s not one of those days when I’m predicting the end of civilization as we know it. I hope it’s one of my positive posts where I end with words of encouragement. Because that would be a lovely way to go out.
Khashoggi’s last piece was appropriate, given his demise. In it, he says, “Arab governments have been given free rein to continue silencing the media at an increasing rate.”
Wow. Yeah. What he said.
Rest in peace, Jamal Khashoggi. You wanted the best for your country, but its government had other plans for you. May we never forget.
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