The Galindez Mystery
Put simply, The Galindez Mystery is a movie about the disappearance of a Basque Nationalist and the subsequent cover-up by the CIA. When someone becomes interested in the truth of what happened to Galindez, she is also killed. It's about the snowballing situation of the killing of anyone who becomes interested in the story. The intimidation is meant to make anyone else - with knowledge of what happened - turn the other way, but it ends up just resulting in more killing.
It's a story that's fairly common and the moral is the same: we must not be one to turn the other way, that we should endeavor to pursue the truth in spite of the dangers. However, I just came away with two messages:
1. Once you get involved in covering something up, there is no way out. You see it through or you face the consequences. This is similar to telling a lie that you then have to back up with more lies and in the end you are faced with a situation where you are left in a maze of deception and dishonesty.
So #1 is to never get in a situation where you have to cover something up. And if you do make a mistake that has consequences, get out of the situation as early as possible so it doesn't snowball.
2. If you find out about something that might get you into deep shit, let it slide. The original victim in this story said that he regretted trying to bring about change because in the end it cost him his life and it wasn't worth it.
The lady investigating his death was just trying to find the truth about his murder... so her death was worth it even less. In the end, those dying had such little to do with the original incident that there was just no point.
It's like deciding whether to save someone from the surf when it means you will also almost certainly die. It's all well and good to be courageous, but you have to weigh up the cost... is it worth it? Should you just look the other way? Or should you take everyone out Rambo-style?
posted by Vivski @ 11:40 pm
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Rambo-style!
Although, I have to admit to my experience of this self-or-others decision. Once I was walking up Victoria St in Richmond at around midnight, when I saw a man and a woman crouched on the curb. The woman was screaming and crying with her face and hands covered in blood, and the man was trying to comfort her.
I must confess, I walked on by. Immediately I wanted to help her, but then the questions started coming. Whose blood was it? What if she wasn't the victim of the situation? What if she turned around and hurt me? If she was hurt, what if by remaining in the area somebody could do the same thing to me? Those worries, plus the fact that somebody was already helping her, made me keep going.
Oh, I will eventually be having some sort of housewarming party.. funny - I still don't have a place to call home. But there will be a party, I promise - I still have your phone number!
I had a similar situation a few weeks back. It was late and I was driving. I saw two young ladies (mid-20s?), one standing looking for what I presumed would be a cab, the other sprawled (and I do mean sprawled) on the footpath.
I could have stopped to help them, but I was tired and the only thing tying me to the situation was that I was driving past. I didn't stop, and while I don't feel guilty, the dilemma has stuck in my mind.
I don't have a great record with giving lifts to randoms. I was driving on my own late at night when I saw a lady walking along the road who looked pretty intoxicated. I offered her a lift but she declined. It later dawned on me that she had been a hooker.
I'm not sure what was more distressing:
- that I had mistaken a hooker for a hitch-hiker, or
- that she's turned me down.
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