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echo : 22.08 UTC — Zu stän­di­gen Erin­ne­rung > Meryl Streep’s Gol­den Glo­be Speach, 8. Janu­ar 2017 : 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 mom 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. O.K., go on with it. O.K., 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 honors here tonight. / As my fri­end, the dear depar­ted Prin­cess Leia, said to me once, take your bro­ken heart, make it into art. — stop / fund­ort

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oli­mam­bo : 1.28 — Das Wort Papier in mei­nem Kopf, ein von jeher hel­les, wei­ßes Wort, wes­halb die Erfin­dung leben­der Papie­re, ihre Erfor­schung, ihre Beob­ach­tung in lich­te Räu­me führt. Ich könn­te dem­zu­fol­ge sagen, dass mein loten­des Fabu­lie­ren wie eine Bogen­lam­pe in mein Leben wirkt. – 1 Uhr 28 mit­tel­eu­ro­päi­scher Win­ter­zeit : Auf dem Kapi­tol zu Washing­ton, im Haus der Reprä­sen­tan­ten, erklärt die demo­kra­ti­sche Abge­ord­ne­te Debbie Was­ser­man Schultz / Flo­ri­da wäh­rend der Debat­te zur ent­schei­den­den Abstim­mung über Barak Obama’s Gesund­heits­re­form mit fes­ter Stim­me: The night­ma­re ends tonight!
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