If Prapanjam shared her bliss with me earlier, these days she shares the suffering she goes through. I feel Mother Earth cry for the atrocities that man does to one another, to her and her other creations. One can no longer stomach it. We feel helpless. Power and authority are in the wrong hands. We are at the mercy of others. They tend to decide our fate these days, rather than God or a Supreme Being, as we are told. But we are told by the wise, too, that these are all meant to happen. If listening to songs brought on solace, bliss, and tears of joy and happiness, it is hard to watch movies that depict suffering these days. I had seen the movie Pearl Harbor numerous times, watching it on DVD. Now I can't seem to. I have to look away from some scenes. So too the movie Green Mile, based on the novel by Stephen King. Watching it again after a long time on the Blu-ray player that a friend passed me recently, I share the feelings of John Coffey. When John Coffey is to be electrocuted in prison for a crime he did not commit, the wardens who came to know the truth share that last moment with him.
John Coffey...you have been condemned to die in the electric chair by a jury of your peers...sentence imposed by a judge in good standing in this state. Do you have anything to say before sentence is carried out?
COFFEY: I'm sorry for what I am.
Days earlier, when the wardens stood at his cell to mentally prepare him for the execution, the following conversation takes place.
Paul and the men appear.
COFFEY: Hello, boss.
PAUL: Hello, John.
Brutal unlocks his cell. Paul enters.
PAUL: I guess you know we're coming down to it now. Another couple of days. Is there anything special you'd like for dinner that night? We can rustle you up most anything.
Coffey gives it some careful thought.
COFFEY: Meatloaf, be nice. Mashed taters with gravy. Okra, maybe. I's not picky.
PAUL: What about a preacher? Someone you could say a little prayer with?
COFFEY: Don't want no preacher. You can say a prayer if you want. I could get kneebound with you, I guess.
PAUL: Me?
Coffey gives him a look--please.
PAUL: S'pose I could, if it came to that.
Paul sits, working himself up to it:
PAUL: John, I have to ask you something very important right now.
COFFEY: I know what you gonna say. You don't have to say it.
PAUL: I do. I do have to. John, tell me what you want me to do. You want me to take you out of here? Just let you run away? See how far you can get?
COFFEY: Why would you do such a foolish thing?
Paul hesitates, emotions swirling, trying to find the right words.
PAUL:On the day of my judgement, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That is was my job? My job?
COFFEY: You tell God the Father it was a kindness you done.(takes his hand) I know you hurtin' and worryin', I can feel it on you, but you oughtta quit on it now. Because I want it over and done. I do.
Coffey hesitates--now he's the one trying to find the right words, trying to make Paul understand:
COFFEY: I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world ever' day. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?
By now, Paul is blinking back tears. Softly:
PAUL:Yes, John. I think I can.
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