THE JOYS OF DEATH
By Bernard Bujold
I am surprised every time by how cruel human beings can be to one another.
From what I’ve observed, humans are more violent than animals, which attack to survive or feed themselves, whereas humans attack for the pure pleasure of domination.
Recently, one of my neighbors and friends in my city condo building passed away from cancer. He was 74 years old. His illness lasted only six weeks...
My neighbor was deeply committed to ensuring the building was well managed, and he didn’t hesitate to ask the members of the board of directors questions regarding the proper stewardship of the building and the spending of funds. Obviously, this did not sit well with the board members or their friends.
In a condo building, it’s a carbon copy of every other form of government out there—whether municipal, provincial, or federal—with partisan polarization in decision-making. There are always two factions, if not more, when it comes time to choose the color of the entryway rugs and the wallpaper in the hallways...
Since my neighbor passed away, at least a dozen residents—among those who support the board’s decisions—have confided to me in person that they’re glad he’s dead and that he’ll finally stop asking his troublesome questions…
How can a human being rejoice at the death of his neighbor?
It saddens me to know that human society harbors such malice in its soul!
I also tell myself that if I ever die, some of my neighbors will rejoice because I was a friend of the deceased neighbor…
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