Poděkování
"Bud milosrdna k nim bud vlasti pri tech stvancich
Jimz shorel dum a nemaji co jist
A prece nesou si v svych skoro prazdnych rancich
kus hliny ze tvych bolestivych mist
A prece zehnaji ti svyma rtoma
A prec by chteli zustat vecne doma
Kde tise zpivaji si rodne vereje
A prece ci jsi jineho nez jejich
V svych radostech i ve svych beznadejich
Bud zdrava vlasti ma ty matko nadeje..."
(Vitezslav Nezval: Oda na navrat K.H. Machy)
V Los Angeles, 1. maje 1998
PODEKOVANI:
venovano vsem tem, dosud -- ne ze sve vlastni vule! -- v diaspore,a vsem doma, ve vlasti, kdo v prubehu poslednich peti let podporovalia podporuji MEZINARODNI ASOCIACI CECHU PRO DVOJI OBCANSTVI, RESTITUCE AVOLEBNI PRAVO moralne i financne. Hlasovani v americkem senatu schvalilo vstup Ceske republiky do NATO, aniz by trvalo na tom, aby ceska vlada respektovala zakladni lidska prava pro vsechny, ne jen pro nektere...
Blahoprejeme Ceske republice k tomuto mezinarodnimu uspechu. Zaroven ji prejeme, aby nasla, hlavne mezi svymi politiky, dosti pracovitosti, trpelivosti, duslednosti, moudrosti a odvahy uskutecnit v nasem domacim zivote politickem, socialnim, kulturnim, ekonomickem i proste obcanskem vsechny reformy, ktere k tomu, abychom za rok, v dubnu 1999, do NATO skutecne mohli vstoupit, musi byt tak ci onak uvedeny ve skutek... Nam se timto rozhodnutim americkeho senatu uvolnily ruce k praci na jinych, dulezitejsich polich pusobnosti...
Prace IAC, i kdyz v jine forme, bude pokracovat dale, dokud nase pozadavky nebudou splneny... Zaroven bude pokracovat prace v nove zalozenem ADVISORY COMMITTEE FOR CZECH GOVERNMENTABROAD (Bulletin #4 je v priprave.) Prace na PAMATNIKU ZAHRANICNICH CECHU pokracuji prubezne...Da Buh, sejdeme se vsichni na slavnostnim otevreni v Plzni...
Do te doby uprimne, srdecne DEKUJI, DEKUJI, DEKUJI! za vsechny vase obeti toho ci onoho druhu... za vasi statecnost...za vasi nezlomnou viru... za vernost domovu, z nehoz jsme vysli...za to, ze nase vyzvy, dopisy, kritiky ci jine komunikace nalezly misto na strankach ci u mikrofonu tech sdelovacich prostedku, ktere do dusledku vyznavaji, respektuji, ale hlavne skutkem naplnuji zasadu v CR nedavno vladou a parlamentem prijateho zakona o nepotlacitelnem PRAVU NA VEREJNE INFORMACE...
Nakonec maly detail: zatim jeste nevime, komu mame byt vdecni za to, ze den pred zaverecnym hlasovanim o vstupu take Ceske republiky do NATO, byly VSECHNY NASE e-maily zaslane clenum americkeho senatu zadajici odroceni konecneho hlasovani o vstupu Ceske republiky dokud nebudou v CR, jako v Polsku a v Madarsku, respektovana nase OBCANSKA PRAVA, z washingtonskych serveru VRACENY! s poznamkou, ze budou adresatum doruceny V PONDELI!...
Tak jako tak, tato posledni elektronicka posta by byla hlasovani nasich americkych senatoru nezvratila... Tato mala prihoda ale vyborne ilustruje jak obtizne, jak tezke bude v nadchazejicich mesicich dovest nasi zem do stadia skutecne, ne pouze usty vyznavane, demokracie a pripravenosti stat se plnopravnym clenem zapadnich vojenskych i politickych struktur...
Zaroven na tomto miste a uprimne odpoustim vsem tem anonymum, kteri od minule soboty na FORU BRITSKYCH LISTU rozpoutali,jak rikavali komuniste, "stvavou a pomlouvacnou kampan" me osoby atim i vsech sesti stovek skvelych clenu MEZINARODNI ASOCIACE (IAC)... Bylo to, myslim, naprosto a uplne zbytecne...
Po cely svuj zivot zastavam nazor, ze Buh, tak ci onak, vzdy byl, jest, i nadale bude ta nejvyssi, dokonala spravedlnost...
Kazdy z nas, svymi skutky na tomto svete v case tomu kteremu z nas vymezenem, sami chleb sveho zatraceni jime... Tedy, jeste jednou,budiz jim odpusteno, oni skutecne nevedi, co cini... Tim vetsi dik a vyjadreni vdeku vsem tem z vas, kdo jste se, jak mi bylo sdeleno, naseho spravedliveho usili verejne zastali... Diky!!!
Jirina Fuchsova
IAC -- PZC -- ACCGA jfuchs@sprynet.com
Jirina Fuchsova
I am
(rodicum, v Los Angeles, 1. maje l.P. 1998, pripsano...)
I am the first glimmer of dawn bouncing of the St. Bartholomew's steeple on May morning...
I am the cold sweep of western wind singing over the Radyne ruins in freezing February dusk...
I am the cry of a seagull shattering on the moorings of Charles' Bridge at 7:30 a.m. on summer morning...
I am the handful of sixpointed stars deep in the masonry of the place which has witnessed the mutilated body of a saint being thrown into the River...
I am the blood of 27 patriots still seeping among the cobblestones of the Old Town Square...
I am the head of the horse looking straight into the firestorm under the first Czech king dressed in a mail shirt, helmet, carrying a spear directly into the future...
I am the dark eyes of Franz Kafka still staring into the gaping jaws of inhumanity and asking, ever so gently: why?
I am the sounds of MA VLAST fluttering incessantly over the waters next to the National Theater...
I am a clanking tram No.22 and fragrance of morning coffee at McDonald's in Mostecka ulice...
I am the accepting smile of the God-child enshrined forever u Panny Marie Vitezne, promising: "Zdari se dilo, pro ktere jsi byl poslan..."
I am the ancient dust clinging to books within the walls of Strahov monastery...
I am the red roses on the floor of Loretto shrine built here for ever greater glory of God, aleluia...
I am the homeless humanity finding a resting place for their heads under Prague's beautiful bridges...
I am those who do not know how they will pay for power, water and potatoes during the next month...
I am the lonely, the abandoned, the forgotten, I am Czech princess Agnes ministering to the dying and afflicted in thousand-year old hospital Na Frantisku...
I am the darkness of war, the wail of an unborn child, the embroidered and gold-aflame Book of Hours...
I am the eight marble eyes of four Evangelists in St. Nicholas' Church with emerald head...
I am hospoda U Sojku and a glass of ice-cold Pilsner Urquell...
I am hospoda U dvou sluncu with spirit of Jan Neruda appearing in the sunlight as it throws its diamonds into my glass of Krusovicke...
I am flowering chestnut trees on the banks of silver Vltava...
I am a meadow full of dandelion gold and I am gold in NATO generals'epaulets...
I am the harmonica playing Czech marching songs U Svejku...
I am the hand of St. George raised high ready to strike at the dragon'shead...
I am the dust next to Charles the IVth's coffin in the crypt of St. Vitus...
I am the headdress of green precious stones and gold from the New World guarding the most precious skull of St. Wenceslaus in the cathedral above the City...
I am the fist American tank that made it to Plzen on May 6th, 1945...
I am the 4-wheel drive Fordson that carried me throughout Sumava mountains to and fro between 1945 and 1953...
I am the night shift guarding the computers that control the flow of all golden Pilsner Urquell that is ever consumed anywhere in the world...
I am the red-hot metal in SKODA works before they pour it out and work it into a sleek and precise shape to serve first the machinery and then to the people who use it...
I am the waters of four rivers that come together in Plzen and then flow jointly toward Karlstejn castle...
I am the day and the night over that land...
I am both its suffering and its neverending glory...
I am both its bloody past and the innocent dawn of its coming, and God-will-see-to-it! better!! future...
I am the first and the last of its men, women and children... I AM MY COUNTRY ...
And even if the whole world and all people in it said it was not so..., it would not matter...
I AM MY COUNTRY...
In life, in joy, in subjugation, in exile, in her, thousands of miles away from her,
I AM MY COUNTRY...
For eternity...
And not even death
will ever do us part...
Amen...
LET OUR PEOPLE COME HOME!!!
