writen by Constantin Dragos BEJENARU
When
we are young the world is our friend.
It was some 15 years ago. I noticed a difference in
the crowd. A bump for me, a lure for my eyes, something new and interesting to
understand. Somehow I was staring without thinking on something specific. I was
pushed and moved from side to side with the crowd.
I was at a “rave” concert and it happened that I saw
for the first time a “black man”. I didn’t have any thoughts other than
regarding the difference in skin color. At some point the man showed
frustration for my staring and after telling his friends that they must move or
he would have to punch someone in the face, they disappeared. Though I
understood that his hate was directed to me, I couldn’t then understand why,
and in some way I can’t now either.
It was a long time after for me to learn about what
it was about. The term of racism was introduced to me later and though I knew
the meaning it took me a long time to understand its feeling and to associate
the feeling to what racism is. I didn’t know or have them at the rave concert.
The
world shrinks on me
The world as big as it is, came closer. Since every then
the world followed its path. The same man, unchanged every since dark ages helped
by his tools made the world smaller. The communications exploded and with the
help of technology and economical development people were given easier access to
the world they were living in. With all that, people meet people, cultures meet
cultures and religions meet religions. We could either know each other better
or hate each other more. And we did it.
It was that the time to start to explore the world.
We now have the means. The man can now raise himself over, look and see,
understand and accept, learn and remember. New ways of life to discover, new
places to see, new music to listen, new feelings to understand, new people to
like, to love and to join. It was then immediately understood. No step to be
taken back. It’s been such a long struggle. The iron became such a refined
material and all many other materials that fuse into creating the world we live
in, but he, the man remained just a very smart animal. It is now the time to
look further. And further he looked.
The
little man
Not all is there to be taken! he said. And it is
right. Not all is there to be taken, if it is not shared. But the things he is allowed
to take do not fit with his ideas. Unable to rule over a bigger world, the little
man picks a corner and makes it his. Now he can take everything he wants to.
We hear every day in every corner of the world, the
little man asking for auto determination in the name of his small corner of
people. They are better he says. Among other things, as superior human beings
is not fair to share what is only rightful to them. The little man raised over
a small corner of people and claimed his superiority. Nothing but hate is
known. Hate for everything surrounding, for everything that is not the same. Fed
by false perception over himself, the little man thinks he is superior. But he
is superior in his small corner, with his little people, with his “little”
expectations and his “little” hopes.
Walking
naked
…naked
of the “black man’s” words, naked of the little man’s propaganda...
