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(I couldn't post this last night due to a power outage in our area. So today is a day for two posts!)
Wind played in Mark’s red curly locks. He smiled, as he
pedaled harder, sweat dripping down his brow and down his neck. He loved
bicycling down this road. The sky dipped down blue on the blue green evergreen
on the slopes of the foothills. The road was empty and the occasional car
zipped past, making sure to steer clear of bicyclists.
Suddenly a yellow convertible rushed down the road with screaming teenagers.Shouts of aggression.
Mark slowed down.
Then an open bottle flew past his ear, spewing water in its wake, almost drenching him. As he
looked back at the car, all the kids laughed out loud. One of the them,
presumably the one who had flung the bottle at him, shouted out “Freak! Carrot
top!”
X is for
Xenophobia
I don’t know if this even qualifies as a
feeling. But it being that any fear is a feeling, the fear of strange or
foreign objects surely is a feeling? This has translated as a fear of foreign people, and in that
context the feeling has easily bled into racism or, just as easily, into chauvinism.
I believe
that every form of bigotry stems from a fear, that is difficult either to live
with or to be kept hidden. In a naïve sense it is all prejudice. But the full
effect of xenophobia probably lies in the fact that the fear begets violent, passionate, and irrational actions. It sometimes takes on a tone more dangerous than
someone flinging a bottle at a red head just because of his hair color, or
giving a strange look at someone in the grocery store because of his skin
color. More importantly, several times it affects and endangers the very lives of people who
have perhaps accidentally walked in the vicinity of the
xenophobic. It could translate into shooting and killing of a boy in a hoodie for no fault of his other than perhaps wearing a hoodie.
Acts of terrorism, violent acts of discrimination, all look
to me a result of an antipathy born of this feeling. The more I think about
this, the scarier it seems. There exists no rational explanation for feelings
and there certainly is none for fear which may result in the destruction of
lives.
That which we fear rules us.
And the fact we live in times when xenophobia is prevalent
in so many forms and so close to us, is the scariest and the most depressing part
of it all.
My question to myself was: does the fear of the different, even in any diluted version, exist in me? Am I scared of the strange or different? I am embarrassed to say that I have no pat answer for this. Sometimes I'm a bit apprehensive, while sometimes I happily seek the different. Calls for serious introspection I suppose.