Do not make the mistake of thinking that because my conclusion is the same as another person's that my reasoning is the same
I don't think I'll call myself an American for the next day or so.
...I remember the day I took out the Koran from my bag in order to read it on the way to work. It was, I am ashamed to admit, my first and last day. It took only a couple of stops for someone to make a comment. "You�re making people uncomfortable". I turned to find a man scowling and a couple of people staring blankly at me. I asked the owner of the voice what exactly I was doing that was making people uncomfortable and he told me straight out that it was the Arabic "shit" I was reading and that I should put it away. Anything written in Arabic has to be a threat of course. I did not quite know how to respond to him. I looked around and saw the clutter of newspapers declaring war on innocent Iraqis (is there even such a thing?) I saw women reading their bibles in English, Spanish, Cantonese, Polish...
...I was told by friends and family not to read the Koran in public anymore. "No sense in provoking people," they said. And as I mentioned before, I am very ashamed to admit that I have not read it in the subway since that day. I have developed a certain kind of self-censorship that I am not proud of and try to fight daily. My war zone scares me because I do not know what I am fighting against. I do not having anything tangible to battle and do not even have allies. How can I protect myself against something I cannot grasp? How can I reclaim my space?...
...What one considers a simple subway ride I have begun to consider a daily struggle. I struggle to maintain my identity, struggle to find the strength to stop hiding. I do not want to live in a war zone. I do not want to feel terror. Every moment I spend on the subway I spend FIGHTING for my existence. I have not taken out my Koran; I have not been able to be quite that defiant yet...
The last two years have taught me a lot of things I never wanted to learn and the feelings that the author of that essay describes are one of those things. I've come to a new understanding of a lot of issues and changed my views as a result.
Oh, and bro, your posting stuff like this is what being an American should be all about.
jesus wept.
going to start carrying my books of islamic poetry around on the bus every fucking day, now.
the really infuriating, blind-rage-inducing thing is that none of these people thought to hate and fear islam until somebody told them to.
i want to see that somebody go down.
Yeah, there's a lot of things that should be but ain't anymore and that sucks most of all.