At the time of writing in twelve hours, it will be Mother’s Day in Australia. As with every other celebration on the Western calendar, Mother’s Day stirs the cynic that is never far beneath the surface of my psyche.
Mother’s Day, like Christmas Day, Easter, Valentine's Day and other assorted festive occasions have been distorted and shaped into another guilt driven urge to buy unneeded stuff to show gratitude/love on a “special day.” The syrupy feel-good messages that assault my senses in the build-up to the day have lost their impact long ago and the hypocrisy that lies beneath much of the public media driven celebration of the day sours my view of the day,
That isn’t my mother’s fault. It isn’t yours either. But the endless advertising usually makes me want to just ignore the day totally. As with many bastardised traditions, the commercialisation of the day has spoiled and fouled it.
Not this year.
This year I’ve come to really appreciate what mother’s day is meant to be, no thanks to mainstream media. This year, I have been privileged to meet some incredible people. They all have their stories to tell and cross to bear. They all are remarkably humble, driven, compassionate, brave and resilient. They all deserve their own story and accolades. Some are mothers who do these great things as well as being a mother and I’m sure that they deserve every ounce of love and respect that their family showers upon them tomorrow.
However, none of them epitomises what a mother’s love means ore then Christine Assange.
The strength and single-minded sense of purpose of this woman is quite frankly, superhuman. There is no doubt in my mind, that that strength comes from the power of a mother’s love for her son.
Consider for a moment the stark reality of Christine’s current situation. Her son is in mortal danger as detailed in chilling detail by Suzie Dawson in her seminal piece Being Julian Assange. Lined up against him are the forces of the Western Intelligence Network (CIA, FBI, MI6, Mossad, ASIO and the rest), the mainstream media (a lazy bunch of government stenographers) and the constant slow drip of misinformation, smear and innuendo cultivated by these two incestuous beasts.
She has nothing, other than love for her son, the truth and her voice.
Every day she cries for justice and every day she is ignored by the ignorant, ridiculed by the stupid and attacked by the guilty.
To read her Twitter account is to catch a glimpse of the anguish, hurt and pain that she suffers every day.
There is no fanfare, no appearance on prime time TV, no awards. There is nothing – just an endless soul-destroying fight for truth and an end to the persecution and harassment of her son. She isn’t asking for much at all really and yet she is asking for everything. She fights with every breath, as, I suspect, all mothers would.
But, all mothers aren’t in Christine’s situation. Their love won’t be tested like hers is. Tomorrow they will be feted by their families. They will receive flowers. Meals will be shared and gifts will be given. They will be told that they are appreciated and loved as they deserve to be.
Their love cannot be measured.
Nor can Christine’s.
Spare a moment and think of her tomorrow as she continues the endless fight for justice.
Happy Mothers Day Christine.
It’s time we brought Julian home.
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https://twitter.com/AssangeMrs
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