How could she ever hate Them
for what was at bottom merely
their weakness? She would
probably have done things
like those that had befallen her
if she had lived in one of these
houses. To measure Them by
her own yardstick,
as Her Father put it.
Would she not, in all honesty,
have done the same as
Chuck and Vera and Ben
and Mrs Henson and Tom and
all these people in their houses?
Grace paused and as she did,
The Clouds scattered and
let The Moonlight through —
“…. and Dogville underwent
another of those little changes of Light;
It was as if The Light, previously so merciful and faint
finally refused to cover-up for The Town any longer.
Suddenly, you could no-longer imagine A Berry that
would have appeared one day on a gooseberry bush
but only see The Thorn that was there right now …
The Light now
penetrated every unevenness
and flaw in The Buildings….
and in The People.
And all of a sudden,
She knew The Answer
to Her Question ALL Too Well —
If She had acted like Them,
She could not have defended
a single one of her actions and
could not have condemned them
harshly enough — it was as if her
sorrow and pain finally assumed
their rightful place —
No — What They Had Done
was NOT good enough, and if
one had The Power to put it
to rights, it was one's Duty to
Do so,for the sake of other towns,
for the sake of Humanity and not least
for the sake of The Human Being that
was Grace-Herself --
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