An Evening with Klaus Kinski
Wanted:
Jesus Christ.
Charged...
with seduction,
anarchistic tendencies,
conspiracy against the authority of the state.
Distinctive features:
Scars on hands and feet.
Alleged profession:
worker.
But you have never done any work!
Nationality:
unknown.
Assumed names:
Son of Man,
Messenger of Peace,
Light of the World,
Saviour.
Joker!
The wanted has no permanent home.
Kinski!
He doesn't have any rich friends,
and usually spends his time in poor neighbourhoods.
Surrounding him are the blasphemous,
the stateless,
gypsies,
prostitutes,
orphans,
criminals,
revolutionaries,
anti-social elements,
the unemployed,
the homeless,
convicts, prisoners,
the hunted, the abused,
the enraged,
draft dodgers,
the desperate,
screaming mothers in Vietnam,
hippies, bums, junkies, outcasts,
death row convicts.
Possibly he is a parentless child.
Perhaps his mother is a whore.
Perhaps his father is a convict, or lives in a commune.
The wanted does not belong to this society,
or to a political party.
Not even the Christian party.
Nor to a church.
At party conventions or at gatherings,
you will never find him.
He rejects slogans and manifestos.
He is neither Protestant,
nor Catholic,
nor Negro, nor Jew, nor Communist.
He never wears a uniform and never has a big mouth!
I want my 10 Marks back!
Cue please!
Asshole!
You still have to earn your 1 0 Marks, dude!
Are you here to put on a show or just to amuse the people?
He is just wanking around!
You’re at a loss, aren't you?
Quiet please!
Now, listen up...
Just shut the hell up, so you can hear what I have to say.
Don't be rude!
And why Don't you just come up here, you with your big mouth!
Come here!
Kinski can stop talking! He already made his millions in the movies!
Shut up!
Come up here!
I'm no great speaker, and maybe some of you are looking for Christ.
But I Don't think this is him.
As far as I know Jesus Christ was patient.
lf people contradicted him, he tried to convince them.
He didn't say, Shut up!
No! He didn't say, Shut up!
He took a whip and bashed them in the face!
That’s what he did!
You stupid pig!
And that can happen to you, too!
There are two possibilities!
Either those of you who aren't part of that riff-raff
throw the others out!
Or else you spent your money for nothing!
I have come to tell mankind’s most exciting story:
The Story of Jesus Christ.
I'm not talking about that Jesus with jaundiced skin
who was made the biggest whore ever by an insane human society
that perversely drags his cadaver around on infamous crosses.
I'm talking about that adventurer, the freest and most modern of all men,
who preferred to be massacred than to rot alive with all the others.
I'm talking about a man who is just the way we all want to be.
You and me.
Wanted: Jesus Christ
Charged with seduction,
anarchistic tendencies,
conspiracy against the authority of the state.
Distinctive features:
Scars on hands and feet.
Alleged profession:
worker.
Nationality:
unknown.
Assumed names:
Son of Man,
Messenger of Peace,
Light of the World,
Saviour.
The wanted has no permanent home
He doesn't have any rich friends,
and usually spends his time in poor neighbourhoods.
Surrounding him are the blasphemous,
the stateless, gypsies,
prostitutes, orphans,
criminals, revolutionaries,
anti-social elements,
the homeless, the unemployed,
convicts, prisoners, fugitives, the hunted, the abused, the enraged,
draft dodgers,
the desperate,
screaming mothers in Vietnam,
hippies, bums, junkies,
outcasts,
death row convicts.
Possibly he is a parentless child.
Perhaps his mother is a whore.
Perhaps his father is a convict, or lives in a commune.
The wanted does not belong to this society,
or to a political party.
Not even the Christian party.
Nor to a church.
At party conventions or at gatherings, you will never find him.
He rejects slogans and manifestos.
He is neither Protestant, nor Catholic, nor Negro, nor Jew, nor Communist.
He never wears a uniform.
The wanted spreads utopian ideas.
He must be considered a dangerous instigator.
Relevant information leading to his arrest
can be submitted to any police station.
I am wanted by the police.
I am wanted by the police,
because I cry out to the world
that the existing world order will perish.
An order...
that allows priests handing out Holy Communion to soldiers
who shoot down women with children in their arms in Vietnam.
I am not the official Church Jesus
who is accepted by policemen, bankers, judges, executioners, officers,
church bosses, politicians and similar representatives of power.
I am not your Superstar
who keeps playing his part for you on the cross,
and whom you hit in the face when he steps out of his role.
And who therefore cannot call out to you,
"I am fed up with all your pomp and all your rituals!
Your incense is disgusting.
It stinks of burnt human flesh.
I can’t bear your holy celebrations and holidays any longer.
You can pray as much as you like, I'm not listening.
Keep all your idiotic honours and laudations.
I won’t have anything to do with them.
I do not want them.
I am no pillar of peace and security.
Security... that you achieve with tear gas
and with billy clubs.
I am no guarantee for obedience and order either.
Order and obedience at reform schools,
prisons,
penal institutions, insane asylums.
I am the disobedient one,
the restless one
who does not live in any house.
Nor am I a guarantee for success,
savings accounts
and possessions.
I am the homeless one
without a permanent home
who stirs up trouble wherever he goes.
I am the agitator,
the invoker,
I am the scream.
I am the hippie, bum, Black Power,
Jesus people.
I want to free the prisoners.
I want to make the blind see.
I want to redeem the tortured.
I want to cast love into your hearts,
the love that reaches out beyond everything that exists.
I want to turn you into living human beings,
immortals.
Jesus is here,
call out the blasphemous.
Jesus is here, call out the stateless.
Jesus is here, call out the gypsies.
Jesus is here, call out the prostitutes.
Jesus is here, call out the orphans.
Jesus is here, call out the criminals.
Jesus is here, call out the revolutionaries.
The anti-social elements, the unemployed, the homeless,
the convicts, the hunted,
the abused, the persecuted, the enraged.
Jesus is here, call out the draft dodgers.
Jesus is here, call out the desperate.
Jesus is here,
call out the screaming mothers in Vietnam.
Jesus is here!
Jesus is here, call out the convicts on death row.
"Jesus is here," call out the junkies, the bums, the hippies, the outcasts.
Jesus is here. Jesus is here.
We need him.
They come running to Jesus,
and they drag the ill and the crippled to Jesus.
Jesus says,
Whoever wants to follow me
shall deny himself.
He shall not believe in anything but the truth that I proclaim.
He shall gladly pick up the cross of knowledge and follow me.
A soldier calls out to Jesus,
I want to follow you.
What should I do?
Jesus answers,
"Take off your uniform and throw it away.
Then follow me.
Another says,
I will follow you wherever you go.
What should I do?
Jesus answers,
Give everything you have to those who have nothing.
Then follow me.
The Pope calls out to Jesus,
I want to follow you into eternity.
What should I do?
Jesus answers,
Shut up and follow me.
And Jesus continues to speak to those who want to follow him,
Many will hate you for my sake.
They will laugh at you
and mock you
and spit at you and beat you and persecute you and abuse you
and imprison you
and kill you.
Do not be afraid of those
who kill the body.
They cannot choke your burning hearts.
What you are told in the dark,
speak out in the light.
And what is whispered to you,
cry out from the rooftops.
For nothing is hidden that will not be revealed.
And nothing is secret that will not be known.
Go out among the people and say,
It is time.
Free the prisoners.
Heal the sick.
Redeem the tortured. Make the blind see.
Resurrect the dead amongst you.
Drive delusion out of mankind.
Whoever spares his life
will lose his life.
Whoever does not fear the truth I proclaim
and acts accordingly
can never die.
Even when he dies, he will live on.
Love will give him eternal life.
Every day, more people are joining Jesus.
Women also live with him in the commune.
Every kind of woman.
Prostitutes, children, gypsies,
revolutionaries,
criminals,
anti-social elements, the unemployed, the homeless,
prisoners, convicts, the hunted,
the abused, the enraged, draft dodgers,
the desperate, mothers from Vietnam,
hippies, bums, junkies, outcasts, and those sentenced to death.
Ever more people are coming together.
There are so many that they are nearly crushed.
And they all want to be close to Jesus.
And they all want to touch him
and see his face.
He radiates a power
that fills everyone with love.
Jesus calls out,
Those of you who are crying now
shall be happy.
For you shall laugh.
The poor shall be happy,
for they will be given life.
Do not despair when they laugh at you
and mock you and spit at you and beat you and persecute you and abuse you.
They slandered me in the same way.
And they spit at me and beat me and nailed me to the cross.
More than that, they cannot do.
But woe to you
who are rich.
Every inmate and every prostitute is better than you.
Woe to you
who are now content.
For you shall know hunger.
Woe to you
who now laugh.
For you shall cry!
But those of you who hear me,
I say to you:
Love your neighbour as yourself.
Whoever has two pieces of clothing,
shall give one to him who has none.
And whoever has something to eat shall do the same.
Give to those who ask,
and Don't ask for anything in return.
But if you do a good deed,
sound no trumpet before you
in order for others to see your piety so that they may praise you.
lf you do a good deed out of conviction,
do not look uptight and severe like the hypocrites.
They distort their countenance
to look as weary and agonized as possible.
No, put on a cheerful face
and rejoice,
so that not even you know you have made a sacrifice.
Do not be attached to money.
You tool
1 0 marks!
The ticket did cost 1 0 marks!
Quiet!
I'm afraid I have to interrupt myself to quote Jesus.
It goes:
There...
where people are too stupid and bigoted to hear you,
do not remain but move on.
Do not worship Mammon.
Do not accumulate gold, silver and earthly wealth.
Nor too much clothing, nor reserves, nor luggage.
The worker is worth his wages.
A rich man’s business deals brought him fabulous profits.
He reflected and said,
I Don't want to give away any of the money.
So I have to open more bank accounts,
invest more,
deposit more and transfer more
to lots of different countries, to be completely certain.
So he travelled around the entire world.
And he bought, exchanged,
invested, made deals, deposited, transferred everywhere.
Then he said to himself,
You are rich,
incredibly rich.
Take a rest.
You, too!
Eat and drink and enjoy yourself.
You have no more worries. You have it made.
You can buy everything with your money.
Your wealth will never decrease.
It will increase on its own.
But a worker said to him,
You fool.
Even tonight you might lose your life!
Why did you amass all of that?
This means:
Do not amass great wealth.
You cannot serve the truth
and your possessions too.
Do not care about your lives, about what to eat and drink.
Do not care about your body, about what to wear.
What is necessary will be passed on from one to the other.
First, you must care about love.
Now, today,
at this very moment.
And you shall see
that there is not even enough time for that.
Is not your soul
more than just what you eat?
And is not your body more than just what you wear?
Look at how the flowers grow in the fields.
And yet I say to you,
not even millionaires with all their wealth
are dressed like one of them.
A woman calls to Jesus from the crowd,
Blessed is the womb that carried you.
Jesus calls back, 'Yes'!
But more blessed still are those
who hear my message
and live accordingly.
You have heard
that it was said:
You shall love your neighbour and hate your enemy.
But I say to you:
Be good to everyone!
Love your enemies
who hate and persecute you,
so that even the blind amongst you can see.
Your lawmakers have told you:
You shall not swear falsely.
But I say to you:
Do not swear any oath,
either by heaven,
or by earth,
or by God.
Yes is yes,
and no is no.
Anything else is deceitful blabber.
You have heard
that it was said:
You shall not kill your fellow man,
except in war.
But I say to you:
Those who start a war
or participate in it in any way
are already dead.
You shall not resist malice.
lf someone strikes you,
do not strike back.
But he wanted to hit before...
I’ve been waiting for you bigmouth to get up the courage to hit me!
That’s something else!
And if someone takes away your coat,
then give him your jacket, too.
And if someone forces you
to walk a mile with him,
then go two miles.
Do unto others
as you should have them do unto you.
Encore!
lf you only love those who love you,
what reward is that?
Do not the narrow-minded do the same?
lf you only listen to those who listen to you,
what reward is that?
lf you are only good to those who are good to you,
what reward is that?
Do not the selfish do that, too?
And if you only give to those you are certain will give to you,
what reward is that?
Do not the egoists and profiteers do the same?
No.
Be good to everyone.
Love your enemies,
and give
without hoping for something in return.
Judge not
and ye shall not be judged.
Hear, hear!
Those bastards should keep their mouths shut!
Judge not, and ye shall not be judged.
Acquit,
and ye shall be acquitted.
Why do you there see
the splinter in your brother’s eye?
And the log in your own eyes,
you do not see?
How can you say to your brother:
Let me take the splinter out of your eye!
While there is a log in your own eye!
You hypocrites!
First, take the log out of your own eye.
And then concern yourself with taking the splinter out of mine."
May I say something? Mr. Kinski, can I say something?
Kick him off. -I want to say something.
Jesus takes off his shirt,
kneels down in front of the first person he comes across,
and washes the man’s dusty feet with his shirt.
But now...
I want to speak now!
Can I speak now?. I want to speak now!
Kick him off.
Hold on!
Bullshitter! Bullshitter! Bullshitter!
Hold on!
I'm leaving now, once more. But this will be the last time.
And if even one person remains who wants to hear this,
he’ll have to wait until the fucking riff-raff has left!
What does he want? Is he trying to sound important?
Nothing here is important, except for what I have to recite.
Someone else wants to talk.
Kinski, who rejects violence,
has his bodyguards push someone down the stairs,
who wants to discuss in a peaceful manner!
These are fascist methods!
Kinski is a fascist, a psychopath!
Kinski, Kinski shouldn’t... Let me talk!
lf you wouldn’t scream into the mike so, we’d understand you much better!
Kinski should apologize to the person who got shoved down the stairs!
This is a performance here, people have no right to just come up on stage.
Discussing we can do afterwards.
I’d like... The people
who would like this event to continue
are asking you to step to the back
and to stop interrupting and provoking Mr. Kinski.
Please, let him say his lines, and then you can say yours.
This here is MY venue!
My managers have rented the Deutschlandhalle to let ME perform!
And whosoever has nothing better to say than I do,
shouldn’t get on my nerves and spoil the evening for 5000 viewers.
Jesus...
Jesus, kiss our children,
Apologize!
call out the mothers and fathers who have come with their children.
Kiss our children, Jesus.
Then you kiss us, too.
Jesus says to the people who are pressing forward,
Let the children pass by,
and Don't stop them from coming to me.
Because if you Don't become like the children
and accept my message like a faithful child,
you will never understand the meaning of my words.
Apologize!
You know that those who give orders
acquire power
over their subordinators.
With you it shall not be that way.
Whoever wants to be the first among you
shall be the servant to all.
Whoever humbles himself
and makes himself small as a child,
he shall be the greatest!
Someone whispers in Jesus’ ear:
"Your mother and your brothers have come to speak to you.
They want to see you,
but they cannot get through the large crowd."
Jesus asks,
Who is my mother?.
And who are my brothers?
And he looks at the crowds of people closing in on him,
points at everyone and says,
Look.
My mother and my brothers.
Because only those
who hear my words and understand them
and live accordingly
are my brothers and my sisters and my mother!"
A priest approaches Jesus
and invites him to his home for supper.
Jesus goes with him.
And many members of his commune go along.
After entering the priest’s house,
Jesus sits right down at the table,
and to the hungry followers who have come along, he says
Eat and drink
what you are served.
The priest who invited him is outraged
and asks Jesus:
Why did you begin to eat at once
without praying beforehand?
And why have you brought along your entire commune?
And why does this riff-raff too disregard our laws?
You are seen eating and drinking at every occasion.
Why Don't you ever fast?
You old pigs!
Why aren't you ever seen praying?
Other preachers and their followers
live in abstinence and fast often
and carry out their prayers in the church.
Jesus turns to all the priests and lawmakers
sitting at the table with them and says,
Why did you invite me to supper
if you Don't want the others to eat and drink, too?
You priests quarrel over the best seats at mealtime.
But when it comes to the poor
who eat because they’re hungry and thirsty,
you get upset.
You call them gluttons and drunks as you call me a glutton and a drunk.
But you yourselves eat and drink
without being hungry and thirsty!
You do, tool
How would a pig like you know how often I’ve gone hungry in my life?
Do you know how often I’ve gone hungry? So what?
Who cares! Other people go hungry, too.
Take the Holy Communion!
The Holy Communion is for someone like you.
Move on, if you can’t make it work!
Take a pill, dude!
Continue!
Woe to you priests.
You secure the best place in church, so everyone will see you.
And you grab the best place on stage so everyone will see you.
Woe to you priests!
You are not ashamed to have your hands kissed in public!
And to let them call you Holy Father.
Aren't you ashamed?
Why should anyone kiss your hands?
And why are you holy?
And who are you father of?.
Father of those
who are shot by the very weapons you bless in my name?
Father of cripples?
Father of screaming mothers in Vietnam?
Father of widows?
Father of orphans?
You break the laws!
God’s laws!
You poor lunatics!
You cross countries and oceans
to convert one single fellow-believer!
And when you have got him, you turn him into something worse than a whorehouse!"
Speak today’s language and not one of 2,000 years ago!
Nobody understands you!
We aren't little kids anymore. We’re enlightened adults!
Quiet!
We want to hear him!
Yes!
You priests.
You cleanse the outside of everything,
but inside you are rotten and polluted
by stupidity and malice.
You ridiculous bunglers!
Did not he who made the outside
also make the inside?
So those of you down there should cleanse what’s inside you.
And everything else will be purified for you.
One lawmaker is outraged and jumps up:
You insult us with such impertinent words.
Jesus answers,
Woe to you lawmakers, too.
You load men with unbearable burdens.
But you Don't touch those burdens with even a single finger.
Woe to you lawmakers!
You murderers.
You build monuments for the martyrs,
place them in the churches
and have them canonized.
But you yourselves have turned them into martyrs .
Woe to you lawmakers!
You true criminals!
You have taken away every opportunity for men to recognize the truth.
And those who cry out for truth you hit in the face!
Woe to you lawmakers! You priests!
The slogans that you preach are nothing but human tricks.
Bullshitter!
lf at least you were hot...
or at least cold,
but you’re only lukewarm, and I spit you out!
Hail Satan!
Amen! -In our hearts...
The hate-filled priests and lawmakers recognize every day
that ever more people call out to Jesus and want to hear his message,
that ever more people ...
follow him
and want to live according to his truth.
This frightens the priests and lawmakers.
Once again they go to Jesus and ask him,
Give us a sign to show that you are the Saviour.
Who are you?
We Don't even know who you are.
Now finally tell us who you are!
Who instructed you to do this?
Who gives you the right
to say and to do all this?
Jesus answers,
In the evening... you say,
‘Nice weather, because the sky is red.’
In the morning you say,
‘The weather will be bad, because the sky is grey and cloudy.’
You Don't know how to distinguish between the signs of the times.
But the signs of the weather... Sure!
A mindless and evil race wants to have a sign.
But no other sign will be given
than the appeal I make to mankind.
Then a scandal erupts amongst the angry priests and lawmakers.
Kinski, lay down the law!
It’s just like an Edgar Wallace movie.
Or a Spaghetti western. -Where’s the prompter?.
A woman drops down before Jesus, kisses his feet
and washes his feet with her hair. Jesus does not resist,
but is touched by this woman’s deed.
And he says to her...
Forget your lines again?
Go and rejoice.
Your love has saved you.
Every day, new...
Jesus didn't take any breaks in-between. Get on with it!
And Jesus let people laugh at him.
You’re one of those who nailed him to the cross.
That’s why I'm saying this.
You spread hate!
Ever more people believe in Jesus and follow him.
The priests and the lawmakers say,
This man...
is the plague.
There is only way to get rid of him.
He has to die.
When Jesus enters the Holy City,
all of his followers see
the enormous churches,
gigantic pillars and arches made of marble,
magnificent gateways, domes and towers,
huge squares, administrative buildings, palaces with entire armies of priests,
bishops, cardinals and the Pope,
valuable statues, pictures, tapestries, carpets, treasure chambers
and countless altars covered in gold.
All are overwhelmed by these impressions and cry out enthusiastically,
How magnificent!
What buildings!
Not even stopping for one moment, Jesus says,
Not one stone shall remain upon another.
This rubbish can never become a church.
Churches are made of living people.
Jesus enters the Holy City,
and many of the people who hear that Jesus is coming run to greet him,
picking flowers and scattering them on the road.
And they all call out,
Jesus Christ, our Saviour, has come.
The priests and the lawmakers are beside themselves.
They say,
The entire world is following him.
And they send out policemen to arrest Jesus.
When Jesus wants to speak to the people,
the policemen come to arrest Jesus.
But no one dares to touch Jesus.
For they see that so many people believe in him.
They mingle among the crowd
and stir up hatred towards Jesus, and they say,
We have an arrest warrant for him for seducing the people.
Everyone who listens to him and follows him
will be sent to prison.
Sharp words are exchanged. Stones are picked up.
The police use tear gas to disperse the masses.
Jesus calls out,
Whom amongst you not only has a big mouth
but also truly is without sin...
... shall fight!
shall throw the first stone!
Kill the pigs!
And those...
who had such a big mouth dropped their stones.
The priests and the lawmakers ask the police, Why didn't you bring him?
The police say,
"No man has ever spoken the way this man did."
The priests and the lawmakers scream in panic,
That saboteur has to be convicted as soon as possible,
so that peace and order can be restored
for the security and well being of our fellow citizens
who have a right to see our laws enforced.
Many people say to Jesus, "Let’s leave this place.
The people you speak to understand nothing.
The priests and lawmakers hate you.
They stir up the people against you.
They will never forgive you for telling the truth.
What can you do to stop them?
They have the police and the military
and tear gas and machine guns.
Jesus says, I cannot leave
until the illiterates are able to listen and understand.
I have a burning compassion for these people.
One of these days, they will understand my words
and live accordingly.
lf you Don't break their necks first!
Haven’t I already told you,
that he who is not a coward
and lives accordingly to the truth that I proclaim
that even when he dies, he will...
continue to live.
With your kind of money, I’d have the courage too!
Jesus speaks to the crowd of people,
I was born into the world as light,
so that everyone who believes in me
must not remain in darkness.
I want to give you life.
I didn't come to judge the evil.
But he who does not hear my words and obey them
will stand before his judge!
The truth which I have proclaimed to you
will judge him!
I know that my proclamation means eternal life.
You will cry out in grief...
when you have killed me.
So why do you want to kill me?
People are screaming all at once:
Who wants to kill you?
"Didn't you hear that he should be reported when he talks to the people?
And everyone who listens to him and follows him will be imprisoned?
And others say,
Who else should we go to?
To the whore house! -The crime movies are better!
I didn't make those crime movies for a moron like you, idiot!
For the love of God...
What do you know about God?
That he doesn't exist!
What do you know about him?
Now for all the others, one of these morons will come up
and speak.
I’d like to say that Mr. Kinski has delivered a significant message,
but through his behaviour he has failed to identify with it.
Let me make this quote: You will know me by the deeds I do. That’s decisive.
Since this performance is over...
Kinski is a fascist!
Oh, I think, it’s just like 2000 years ago.
This riffraff is more fucked up than the Pharisees.
At least they let Jesus speak before they nailed him up.
I want to ask those who have only come here
to prevent Mr. Kinski from speaking
to leave the hall immediately and allow the event to continue in peace.
Should those, who have only come here
to disturb this event not follow my instructions,
I will feel obliged to exercise my right to remove you.
The troublemakers have the choice
to continue their shouting on the street or in my venue.
Would the troublemakers leave the hall now, please? At once!
You are the first to be banned from the hall. Please leave!
I'm really sorry for the other people,
but the performance is now over.
Midnight. It’s gradually becoming quiet.
A lot of the spectators have left their back rows
and are thronging the empty space in front of the stage.
It’s Woodstock.
Wanted: Jesus Christ.
Charged with seduction,
anarchistic tendencies,
conspiracy against the authority of the state.
Distinctive features:
scars on hands and feet.
Alleged profession: worker.
Hey, guys! Sit down!
Be quiet back there!
Is it that impossible for a 1 00 people to be quiet?
Wanted: Jesus Christ.
Charged with seduction,
anarchistic tendencies,
conspiracy against the authority of the state.
Distinctive features: scars on hands and feet.
Alleged profession: worker.
Nationality: unknown.
Assumed names:
Son of Man,
Messenger of Peace,
Light of the World,
Saviour.
The wanted has no permanent home.
He doesn't have any rich friends, and usually spends his time
in poor neighbourhoods.
Surrounding him are the blasphemous, the stateless,
gypsies, prostitutes, orphans,
criminals, revolutionaries,
anti-social elements, the homeless, the unemployed...
This is all so fucked up. What the hell are you doing?
I just can’t go on with this.
It is the photographers! Turn off the lamps!
It isn’t only that bothering me. They can’t even be quiet in the back.
Turn off the lamps! -That rumble... Can’t you hear it?
Get your act together. I Don't need a mike.
Wanted: Jesus Christ.
Shut up! Can’t you see that a person who recites 30 typewritten pages...
Can’t you just shut up! lf you can’t understand that,
then let someone pound it into your brain with a hammer!
It must be terribly difficult to be quiet for one and a half hours.
Wanted: Jesus Christ.
Charged...
with seduction,
anarchistic tendencies,
conspiracy against the authority of the state.
Distinctive features:
scars on hands and feet.
Alleged profession: worker.
Nationality: unknown.
Assumed names:
Son of Man,
Messenger of Peace,
Light of the World,
Saviour.
My exhaustion seems to have dispersed.
I Don't feel my body anymore. At 2 a.m., everything is over.
My God, do not forsake me.
My God, I cannot die.
Do you not see that I cannot die?
Does my death not have any meaning?
My God, I have to know.
Give me the strength to die. Give my death meaning.
lf I should die now,
then let the people do that which you have required of me.
Will people understand why I have to die now?.
Why I have been dying for 2,000 years and continue to die every moment?
My God, let them understand at last
why I die.
Then I shall lament no more.
Then I shall suffer no more.
Then it will be easy to die.
Then all is accomplished.
Wanted: Jesus Christ.
Charged...
with seduction,
anarchistic tendencies,
conspiracy against the authority of the state.
Distinctive features:
none.
Alleged profession:
none.
Nationality:
unknown.
Assumed names:
Son of Man, Messenger of Peace,
Light of the World, Saviour.
The wanted has no permanent home or rich friends,
and usually spends his time in poor neighbourhoods.
Surrounding him are the blasphemous, the stateless,
gypsies, prostitutes, orphans,
criminals, revolutionaries,
anti-social elements, the unemployed, the homeless,
convicts, prisoners, the hunted, the abused, the enraged,
draft dodgers, the desperate,
screaming mothers in Vietnam,
hippies, bums, junkies, outcasts,
convicts on death row.
Possibly he is a parentless child.
Perhaps his mother is a whore.
Perhaps his father is a convict, or he lives in a commune.
The wanted does not belong to this society,
or to a political party.
Not even the Christian party.
Nor to a church.
At party conventions or at gatherings, you will never find him.
Slogans and manifestos are a horror to him.
He is neither Protestant, nor Catholic, nor Negro, nor Jew, nor Communist.
He never wears a uniform.
The wanted sabotages our laws and our order.
He preaches equality and freedom for all mankind.
He must be considered a dangerous instigator.
Relevant information leading to his arrest
can be submitted to any police station.