Prejudice

liI was in the bus today. Not very full; mainly older people down the front and a young guy on the row behind me. A young asian guy got on and went up to the back. He started talking to the first guy - seemed he knew him, or thought he did. 

I didn't hear what they said, but suddenly the asian guy grabbed the other by the shirt and started pushing him around, yelling and swearing loudly at him. An older couple further down told him to mind his language, and said if they wanted to fight they could get off the bus. Fair enough. 

But then another older man started saying "Go back to Afghanistan" (despite the fact there was no reason to think he was from there) and making other similar comments. He repeated these comments at intervals throughout the journey.

Things calmed down, the first young guy settled at the front of the bus, and, after another altercation the asian guy got off. 

Passengers indignant that driver wasn't doing anything, first guy indignantly assuring everyone he'd never seen him in his life before. As I got off, I felt indignant too. Not because of the fight, but because all old people are basically a bunch of racists.

But - wait a minute!
 

Have I not just done the same thing? I may not be racist - but if I label all old people as racist I'm just as bad. Just as prejudiced.

Easy to see the speck in other people's eyes. The plank in your own's a bit trickier.

Not as easy as it sounds

The problem with this blog is I'm not a natural writer, so I can't just dash things off quickly that will sound good. I have all kinds of ideas of things to say, but I need to take time to edit and re-edit and re-edit... Which is probably not the priority in my life.

Midnight

Winter solstice

Well, it is in  the southern hemisphere...

My mum and dad forwarded this to me from Argentina, and since Google is ignoring the summer solstice at our end I thought I'd share this one with you.

The year is approx 1995...

We're on the maiden voyage of the first passenger liner to the colonies on Mars. Our hero, a writer, faxes his observations back to earth. He typed them on a manual typewriter.
 
He takes photos with a colour film, which he brought specially. But he'll have to wait till he gets back to earth to have it developed - they can't do it on Mars.

OK, so it was published in 1951.
Old science fiction is fun!

Summer

Last night, 10pm

Mercy

A line caught my eye in the Metro yesterday:

"He doesn't deserve mercy."

But that's the point of mercy. 

Mercy is not: "Well, what you did wasn't so bad really, so I'll let you off."

Mercy is: "What you did was absolutely inexcusable. However, in spite of this, I'm going to let you off, although there's no reason at all why I should do so."