covert racism
Tuesday, August 9, 2005
after london was bombed, quite a few people were saying they were terrified to sit on a train/bus next to any asian male with a rucksack.
i know a few people who are racist. it annoys me. one of them says he’s racist because he was beaten up by black people. so i asked would he hate white people if they had beaten him up. no answer.
so when the IRA bombed britain in the seventies + eighties, were people afraid to go into a pub, or into a hotel, or into public spaces with white males carrying bags?
continually separating people by grouping them as this or that only encourages fear and paranoia, and too many people are willing to be afraid
falmouth
i went to falmouth for amandas wedding party, met a few people, well, ok, they met me because i was doing the old shy thing ( one day i will learn i am less interesting than everyone else and stop being shy, till then, i’ll be the same old idiot )
one guy, because the music was quite loud, and quite a few alcoholic drinks had been consumed, thought that my name was ‘hitler’ not nicola, and that pete’s name was scorpion. that was quite funny. and as pete pointed out, and he pointed out later, he was not at all fazed by this, just carried on like it was perfectly normal for someone to be called hitler.
and she’ll hate me for saying this, but she looked like a little princess, awwww, bless….
it was quite interesting listening to where all these other people had come from. i’d had a small journey of 200-odd miles to do, which took 6 hours due to various jams and roadworks.
one girl had come from a croft in scotland, which started off with a five-miles hike, then a 50 mile taxi journey, then a train to penryn.
another person, amanda told me had knocked on her door at half past seven the morning before, and when she tried to say be a bit quieter because people are sleeping, was told, ‘don’t you shush me, i’ve just spent nine hours on a train’
anyway, i enjoyed myself, so did pete, so did everyone else there. she’s got some interesting friends – and that’s interesting in a good way, not in the way that you get people looking at your stuff and saying ‘that’s very interesting’ as one teacher of mine used to do, and you knew, just knew, it meant, ‘omygod, what on EARTH is that?’
tale of two sisters
Monday, August 1, 2005
i watched A Tale of Two Sisters earlier.
it was quite scary, but it was also beautifully shot. there were so many scenes in there that were perfect in themselves it was a real treat
now i’m going back to being unwell…
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not feeling well today. it started yesterday when i was life-drawing, had a couple of dizzy spells, didn’t really think much about it
then i was very unwell yesterday evening, and still unwell this morning
:: sigh ::
i’ll be spending my day on the sofa trying not to be ‘unwell’ again because while throwing up is quite horrible, dry heaves are worse
probably too much info eh?
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