Pusenka, why?

There is such a group of artists passing through the department of street art, who leave mysterious inscriptions on the deaf walls of houses and concrete fences of construction sites. The most common is a short, but unusually saturated with interpretative capabilities, the word "why". It seems even without a question mark. Simply - "why".

This is a murderous in its obviously winning position “why” quite worthy to take its rightful place among the most famous Russian issues “What to do?” And "who is to blame?" The question "why" is eternal as "Ecclesiaste". All vanity sticks and all, as you know, vanity.

The question "why" sounds constantly and always at a standstill. Well, is it true - why?

In recent days, for example, heated and not always peaceful debate about gay parade and its hard acceleration are underway. “No, why are they doing this?” The interlocutor is boiling quite a reasonable and completely liberal mindset. “They know that this annoys many many.” “And you are sure,” I tell him, “that your red T-shirt is not annoying anyone? I have no doubt that she is terribly infuriated. Why are you wearing her? Could you dress more modestly. When you wore Hair to your shoulders in the seventies, it didn’t annoy anyone? Well, remember. And your non-Russian surname is not annoying? It seems to you? Conventional? and a small plastic surgery, I think, will not hurt. " “No need to exaggerate,” he says, “this is another matter.” Why something else? Why am I exaggerating?

Hatred - irrational and dark - is primary than its object. It is not generated by the subject of irritation. She only provokes them. There is a subject - there would be hatred. And she is always ready. The objects of hatred at different times were either schismatics, then foreigners, then “bourgeois”, then priests and monks, then again foreigners, then dudes, then hippies, then punks, then America, then Muslims, and again foreigners. Now, one of the pain points on the body of society turned out to be gays and their problems - at all, by the way, not far -fetched.

"Why are you wearing a pectoral cross? You know how we relate to this." So in the mid-70s, his loving mother exhorted my friend. “I know,” he answered, “that is why I wear it.”

“Why did you write in your questionnaire that you are a Jew,” the Russian father told my other friend to my friend. “I would have signed up for Russians. You know ...“ I know, ”my other friend answered,“ that is why he wrote. ”

The pacification of hatred by eliminating its objects, real or imaginary, relevant or potential, seems to me the most incorrect and cowardly strategy. You can’t get hatred with this. She will just switch to a new object.

“Why do these people write letters and statements?” Says the skeptic wise with life. “They don’t understand that they cannot change anything?”

I can’t speak for everyone, but I think that many understand this perfectly. In any case, I signing different protest documents from time to time, I do not deceive at all on this subject. But to the question "why" I have an answer. Then I do this in order to simply inform out loud about my disagreement to consider myself the wordless and agree to all the cattle that those to whom this protest refer to me. This is not enough as it may seem.

My comrade, an unusually observant person, told me recently about his wonderful find. He went to the cemetery to visit the grave of his parents. Not far from this grave, he discovered a new monument. Monument as a monument. He drew attention to the epitaph, which struck him with ultimate laconicism and ellipticity, with which the whole bottomless depth of someone's existential despair was expressed. It was written there: "Busenka! Why?"

And really, why?