About an hour ago I was at a lecture about The Pink Floyd and The Wall. At first, I thought the lecture is redundant, and they should instead let us hear a lecture about Beethoven or Frank Zappa (mentioning them together is intentional). Later on, I understood why not.
After a short presentation about the band (letting us hear some of their work, which, when turned truely chaotic, made me afraid) and an explanation about how The Wall came to be (with the incident in which Roger Waters spat at the face of a man in the audience), we were shown parts of The Wall. The first part they showed us was Goodbye Blue Sky. And as I saw that part, all my antagonism towards the idea vanished away.
Watching the bird turn into a monster, I shivered. Watching the half-dead soldiers, I had severe goosebumps. Listening to the song itself, I turned numb. Seeing the disintegrating Union Jack (even beforehand), I started crying. The other videos didn't make me cry, but they certainly moved me dramatically.
I understood then what pure fear is. Pure fear, pure neglection, pure loneliness. This wasn't just Waters' story; it was the story of a generation. Of an entire nation, and to a great extent of the whole Western culture. This rocked me to my very core, having really understood at last what it was like back then. The religious threat looked like something very minor.
Later on, at the Trial scene, I could truely identify with Waters. I, too, felt I was losing my sanity at times, feeling it just slipping away. I thought very often my mother is trying to make me conform, become one of the herd (she is actually very rebellious at heart, it was me who misinterpereted her). Very, very few people can actually understand me completely, if any at all. I can't describe what it was like. Good thing it was projected on a wall and not on my computer, and good thing I wasn't present at the original performance.
The lecturer, however, was an idiot. His English was awful, and he looked at the work only through Waters' autobiographic experiences. He didn't understand the social status of England back then, he didn't understand the mentality of anything. He had some nerve, coming to schools like that.
And then, he finally revealed the true reason of his coming:
'Soon will be Rabin's murder's anniversary. Back at the time of his murder, people had tall, shut walls around them, which eventually lead to the murder. We built walls between ourselves: secular and religious Jews, Jews and Arabs...' And some more foolish shite of the sort.
I abhor the education system even more right now. How dare they bastardise such a masterpiece in order to promote such shallow messages!
I have to watch it again, but on my own. I need to fix their damages.
Ceterum censeo Meam She'arim Benem-Barakque esse delendas.
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