Assuming people’s characters, judging them by their ethnic, or any other group’s derivation, isn’t the only source of open conflicts. It also results in further social dissents. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. The longer African-american people were excluded from American society, the longer they have exercised and fixed their antisocial behaviours. The more a sense of harm was grown and shared among them, the harder it is now for them, to function in a modern day society properly. So they awake suspicion and resentment. And at last they find themselves in a situation, where it’s a common thing to be killed “accidentally” by the police officers. As a result they have little or no trust in the government and it’s institutions and they further withdraw themselves from the public life. This is a head spinning story, a situation that make me shiver. How is it possible that it’s considered racist to call a negro person a negro person, it’s racist to ask him for more polite behaviour, but it’s totally fine to shoot him dead? For how long can this conflictual situation can be swept under the rug? How can one solve this Gordian Knot? I live to see a happy ending to this story.

Surprise, surprise!

Recently I had a discussion about the “Fiddler on the roof”. I have a great deal of understanding for Tevye and thousands of Tevye-like, non fictional people that have inhabited the length and breadth of Europe throughout the centuries. They constantly had to stay loyal to their “Tradition!” and choose it over many other values. Such as their own family, safety, health and life. No one would plot their extermination, had they assimilated. Truth is, who would that story be about, if they had indeed been absorbed by local societies, and hadn’t kept their identity?
And that’s my point – it’s not about people to become the same so no one can tell the difference (which is far beyond possible). It’s about people being constantly surprised by those differences.
When I was to be born someone called an ambulance. They came, but the doctor didn’t wear scrubs – it was heavy winter in communist times. My grandmother opened the door for him, she shouted “jesus christ!” and shut it right in front of him. It took her a while to calm down, realise that it’s the doctor behind the door, and she really should open it and let him in. Fact no. 1: her first grandchild was coming to this world, she had every right to be absent-minded and unusually excited. But the truth was that she had to come to terms with the fact no. 2 – the doctor was black. And granny never saw anyone of dark complexion from that close. It almost gave her a heart attack.

In my opinion the only way to raise a child in the world of difference and differentiations is to teach them about embracing the oddity. To teach them that people are strange and various. Exactly as strange as only we wish to see them. And it’s fine. We need to inculcate our children that different is curious, it someone to be ostracised. Habit of assumption shall be replaced by will to learn.

Being a stranger means being unfamiliar. Maybe it’s time to unveil this strangeness and start getting to know each other.

Last but not least,

I’d like to share with you this popular australian campaign against ostracising Aboriginal people. When I saw it the first time I had no clue this was taking place in Australia (probably I assumed it’s an american add). As I’ve never been there, almost all the characters (both discriminating and discriminated) seemed to me of Indian origins. And I just couldn’t grasp how come Indian people discriminate against Indian people for looking Indian. It just didn’t make any sense. And it’s a fact – all those differences we see and give such a vital meaning to – we create them, we project them ourselves. If we don’t change this course of action, if we don’t don’t cease to see the world through the “difference detecting glasses” we’ll keep on facing the terrible consequences. Starting with depression, broken lives, wrapping up with the genocides.
Stop. Think. Respect.

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