Vous n’aurez pas ma haine by Antoine Leiris (translated)

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 God for whom you kill blindly for, made us in his image, every bullet in my wife's body will have been a wound in his heart.

I won't give you the gift of hating you.

By responding to hatred with anger means succumbing to the same ignorance which has made you what you are.

You want me to be afraid, to look at my fellow citizens with a distrustful eye, that I sacrifice my freedom for my safety.

You lost.

There's two of us now, my son and I, but we're stronger than all the world's armies.

Actually, I don't have any more time for you, I need to join Melvil who is waking up from his nap.

He is 17 months old. We'll play as we do every day, all his life, and will offend you by being happy and free.

Because no, you won't have his hatred either.



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