Meryl Streep was saying really important things during her speech at the Golden Globes. It’s so important to stand up against the actual things happening. And it’s not just happening “there”, it’s happening here as well. And not just the Americans are fucked with their new “chosen one”, no, I think we all will be fucked. But thats another chapter of this lifetime.

Meryl Streep’s Golden Globes acceptance speech in full:

“Please sit down. Thank you. I love you all. You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve lost my voice in screaming and lamentation this weekend. And I have lost my mind sometime earlier this year, so I have to read.

Thank you, Hollywood Foreign Press. Just to pick up on what Hugh Laurie said: You and all of us in this room really belong to the most vilified segments in American society right now. Think about it: Hollywood, foreigners and the press.

But who are we, and what is Hollywood anyway? It’s just a bunch of people from other places. I was born and raised and educated in the public schools of New Jersey. Viola was born in a sharecropper’s cabin in South Carolina, came up in Central Falls, Rhode Island; Sarah Paulson was born in Florida, raised by a single mum in Brooklyn. Sarah Jessica Parker was one of seven or eight kids in Ohio. Amy Adams was born in Vicenza, Italy. And Natalie Portman was born in Jerusalem. Where are their birth certificates? And the beautiful Ruth Negga was born in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, raised in London — no, in Ireland I do believe, and she’s here nominated for playing a girl in small-town Virginia.

Ryan Gosling, like all of the nicest people, is Canadian, and Dev Patel was born in Kenya, raised in London, and is here playing an Indian raised in Tasmania. So Hollywood is crawling with outsiders and foreigners. And if we kick them all out you’ll have nothing to watch but football and mixed martial arts, which are not the arts.

They gave me three seconds to say this, so: An actor’s only job is to enter the lives of people who are different from us, and let you feel what that feels like. And there were many, many, many powerful performances this year that did exactly that. Breathtaking, compassionate work.

But there was one performance this year that stunned me. It sank its hooks in my heart. Not because it was good; there was nothing good about it. But it was effective and it did its job. It made its intended audience laugh, and show their teeth. It was that moment when the person asking to sit in the most respected seat in our country imitated a disabled reporter. Someone he outranked in privilege, power and the capacity to fight back. It kind of broke my heart when I saw it, and I still can’t get it out of my head, because it wasn’t in a movie. It was real life. And this instinct to humiliate, when it’s modeled by someone in the public platform, by someone powerful, it filters down into everybody’s life, because it kinda gives permission for other people to do the same thing. Disrespect invites disrespect, violence incites violence. And when the powerful use their position to bully others we all lose. OK, go on with it.

OK, this brings me to the press. We need the principled press to hold power to account, to call him on the carpet for every outrage. That’s why our founders enshrined the press and its freedoms in the Constitution. So I only ask the famously well-heeled Hollywood Foreign Press and all of us in our community to join me in supporting the Committee to Protect Journalists, because we’re gonna need them going forward, and they’ll need us to safeguard the truth.

One more thing: Once, when I was standing around on the set one day, whining about something — you know we were gonna work through supper or the long hours or whatever, Tommy Lee Jones said to me, “Isn’t it such a privilege, Meryl, just to be an actor?” Yeah, it is, and we have to remind each other of the privilege and the responsibility of the act of empathy. We should all be proud of the work Hollywood honours here tonight.

As my friend, the dear departed Princess Leia, said to me once, take your broken heart, make it into art.”


Magical Mt. Esja


Lay out the tricks on the floor
You are a demon
I will go back to the shore
You are the reason
Speaking made me an outlaw
See you next season with my guns
(Cheek Mountain Thief – Showdown)

Der Kopf voll mit Dingen die mich ablenken von den guten Sachen, von guten Menschen, von den guten Seiten. Das Herz schwer von Missverständnissen, von Unfairness, von Kälte, Winter, zu wenig Adventure. Die Sonne hilft, der Weg runter zum Wasser hilft, der Blick auf Esja hilft immer wieder, er tröstet, er gibt Kraft, den Glauben daran dass ich alles richtig mache, dass es richtig ist, zu sagen was man denkt und fühlt, für sich und andere einzustehen. Versuchen genau das sich nicht als Schwäche, sondern als Stärke anzuerkennen. Und das zählt, es für sich zu wissen. Was andere denken ist egal. Was Freunde denken ist nicht egal.

Sich auf die Stärken besinnen, die vielen Kleinigkeiten sehen, die man so liebt. Den Sonnenstrahl, der sich den Weg durch die Häuser bahnt. Selbst dieser Sonnenstrahl sein, Licht ins Dunkel in der Ferne bringen. Ich weiß ich bin hier noch nicht fertig, ich bin auch dort noch nicht fertig, ich werde nie irgendwo fertig sein, denn lernen, über sich selbst, über andere, das endet nie. Doch ich mag hier diesen Fleck nicht mit diesem letzten Eindruck verlassen, mit all der Schwere im Herzen. Ich möchte wieder leicht sein, wieder fliegen und trotzdem die Füße auf dem Boden haben, weil ich weiß wo ich hinwill. Und ich will hier sein, noch ein bisschen länger.

Noch oft den Weg runter zum Wasser gehen und beim Blick auf Esja das Gefühl von Frieden in mir haben, das Gefühl beschützt zu werden, von diesem Berg, weil er so viel Ruhe, Weisheit und Gutmütigkeit ausstrahlt. Wie ein altes Familienmitglied, das schützend und tröstend den Arm um einen legt und einem mit guten Worten den Weg weist.