this is not a test.
its too god-awful to be fictitious.
i have experienced prejudice and racism - brutal, grueling hatred - first hand, in athens; of all places i would have imagined to find the most cruel of human behaviors...the root of a never ending conflict that exists beyond physical and imaginary political lines, thriving deep in the minds of the ignorant and sycophantic maniacs.
some racist mumblings in greek, from a friend of a friend. drunkeness leads to relaxed inhibitions, widening the portal from the twisted psyche to the oh-so-attentive reality, smacking my face as it screams out of the abyss of hate.
'but he's just a jew'.
i'm not just anything. i'm you, you're me. a minute ago you confused me for a greek. now you swing at my face with your fists of glorified martyrdom because i don't fit your conception of a righteous being? because my blood is related to the blood of a race of people whom you despise for no justifiable reason, a people who for millenia have been mistakingly blamed for crimes, injustices that they did not commit. my namesake, dripping with a nonsensical provacation of a drunkard believing he has acted upon a rite of passage, to degrade us - you, me - to meager, little, beings.
it is this that thrives in my home. i'm not blaming this group or that - i mean, the man was greek, not muslim - but i blame his hatred, his opaque ignorance, unable to see through what the lack of knowledfge has desperately created within him.
post-script. i have never felt fear like that in my life. not a fear of a brutal physical and emotional pain, nor even of dying. a deeper, darker fear; that this realm is not far from our minds and our world, that this is real, as bitingly real as the death that becomes of it, as the blackness in the eyes of those that live by it.
post-post-script: apparently i have not been too clear as to what 'went down'. racist pricks started punching/kicking me upon learning that i was a jew.
i have experienced prejudice and racism - brutal, grueling hatred - first hand, in athens; of all places i would have imagined to find the most cruel of human behaviors...the root of a never ending conflict that exists beyond physical and imaginary political lines, thriving deep in the minds of the ignorant and sycophantic maniacs.
some racist mumblings in greek, from a friend of a friend. drunkeness leads to relaxed inhibitions, widening the portal from the twisted psyche to the oh-so-attentive reality, smacking my face as it screams out of the abyss of hate.
'but he's just a jew'.
i'm not just anything. i'm you, you're me. a minute ago you confused me for a greek. now you swing at my face with your fists of glorified martyrdom because i don't fit your conception of a righteous being? because my blood is related to the blood of a race of people whom you despise for no justifiable reason, a people who for millenia have been mistakingly blamed for crimes, injustices that they did not commit. my namesake, dripping with a nonsensical provacation of a drunkard believing he has acted upon a rite of passage, to degrade us - you, me - to meager, little, beings.
it is this that thrives in my home. i'm not blaming this group or that - i mean, the man was greek, not muslim - but i blame his hatred, his opaque ignorance, unable to see through what the lack of knowledfge has desperately created within him.
post-script. i have never felt fear like that in my life. not a fear of a brutal physical and emotional pain, nor even of dying. a deeper, darker fear; that this realm is not far from our minds and our world, that this is real, as bitingly real as the death that becomes of it, as the blackness in the eyes of those that live by it.
post-post-script: apparently i have not been too clear as to what 'went down'. racist pricks started punching/kicking me upon learning that i was a jew.