Chiquitita, tell me what’s wrong? You’re enchained by your own sorrow In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow How I hate to see you like this There is no way you can deny it I can see that you’re oh so sad, so quiet
ABBA, regardless of what song it might be, automatically reminds of dsouza05.
Further proof that my friends know me way to well.
I’ll be the first to admit - I’m not good at talking politics. I can’t formulate articulate arguments. I can’t remember certain historical timelines quickly and they’ll be hazy ones at best.
But don’t make overt generalisations about groups of people moving into the United States.
Don’t tell me they* exclude others by forming their own communities, failing to speak English, and going to mosques**. How about the exclusion those immigrants are experiencing? The prejudices and misguided statements about their lives, their families, their unique, rich culture?
Have we also forgotten about the ethnic enclaves of Italians? Of Jews? Of Germans? Of Irish? Of Chinese? Of Hmong people? Of every other group?
I asked where your parents moved when they first arrived in the states. They didn’t. Hmm.
Where would you go if you emigrated out of the states, into the Middle East? China? Japan? Africa?
I’m sure you’d find an American enclave of your own.
It’s human nature to discover your comfort zone in a strange, new foreign environment. A place where you can return to the ways of your homeland and feel natural in your skin.
Oh - we didn’t like that argument because apparently now, we’re discussing the foreign policy of Iran? Moving along to the increased troop numbers in Afghanistan? We should just leave now and let them fend for themselves, huh?
Shut the fuck up and have an intelligent conversation, asshole.
*Um, who, pray tell, are they, by the way? You mean, those unlike you? Those that wear funny clothes and pray at a different building?
Was out dancing last night, when a gay and his lesbian joined our corner. This girl started being friendly with me, and we spoke at bit about South America (they were from Santiago) while maintaining a friendly conversation.
Then, she made a terribly rude comment about a friend. My face dropped.
"Um. They’re one of my best friends here, so you can go fuck yourself, and leave now."
Apparently my face was ridiculously angry, and I was. Girl kept saying she said it wrong, it wasn’t what she meant, etc.
"No, I understood you fine. That’s alright. You’re leaving now."
It might have took the rest of the group to push her and the gay away. But I was mad. Furious. I never get to that state and act on it.
I love my friends. Without knowing what happened, they stepped in. I felt loved.