V for Vendetta is one of my favourite graphic novels and movies. Written by the legendary Alan Moore and illustrated by David Lloyd, it is the story of alternate reality England. Following a nuclear war, a fascist party comes to reign. Violent and authoritian, it rules the state by means of fear. It detains its opponents and those it chooses to discriminate (e.g. homosexuals) in concentration camps, where they are experimented upon.
One such person is known by the code name V, who wants to bring this party down, and bring back freedom to the people. He plans to groom Evey Hammond as his successor. He was at one point just another detainee in cell no. 5 (or V), whose blood reacts to a biological weapon to cause him to develop enhanced strength, senses and reflexes.
An important character in this story is Valerie Paige. Valerie is a fellow detainee of V, and is kept in an adjacent cell. Valerie had been imprisoned for being a Lesbian. While they don’t have any face to face interaction, he manages to read a letter Valerie wrote before dying. This is also the letter that is later found by Evey when she is detained. It is the contents of this letter that transform V (and later Evey) into revolutionaries.
While the letter is adapted for the current times in the movie adaptation, it holds the essence of the letter in the novel. A character who gets to spend a very short time in the story, she acts like a catalyst that leads to large impact on account of the changes she brings into V and Evey. Here is the scene from the movie when Evey reads her letter.
“I know there’s no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks. But I don’t care. I am me.
My name is Valerie. I don’t think i’ll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that i’ll ever write, and – God – i’m writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don’t remember much of those early years. But I do remember the rain.
My grandmother owned a farm in Tottlebrook, and she used to tell me that God was in the rain.I passed my eleven plus, and went to a girl’s grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists – they were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sarah did. I didn’t.
In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn’t have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn’t look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing.I’d only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. And within that inch, we are free.
I’d always known what i’d wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I started my first film: The Salt Flats. It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew scarlet carsons for me in our window box. And our place always smelt of roses. Those were the best years of my life.
But America’s war grew worse and worse, and eventually came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone. I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening. When things like norsefire and the articles of allegiance became powerful. I remember how different became dangerous. I still don’t understand it: why they hate us so much.
They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. It wasn’t long until they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place. But for three years I had roses – and apologised to no-one.
I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch. But one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that – whoever you are – you escape this place. I hope that the world turns, and that things get better.
But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may not meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you: I love you. With all my heart. I love you.
-Valerie.”
It is one of the most moving scenes from a movie that I have watched.
Written for the A to Z Challenge
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