“Our true nationality is mankind.”
― H.G. Wells
It happened today. For the first time. Left me shocked and bewildered.
I was on the bus. Listening to stories about Costa Rica and plant medicines.
My stop was nearing, I indicated I am stepping off so that the man beside me would let me through.
He was looking away in his big headphones, seeming as if he didn’t hear me.
The bus doors were closing.
“Excuse me”, I said
“Okay, fu**** wait”, he said, still looking away.
Ohh, sorry, I thought you didn’t hear me”, I replied.
I headed for the door, and he said:
“Stupid fu**** Persian bi**”
I paused for a beat and contemplated saying, “there is no need for hate”, but instead, I quietly slid off the bus, my face showing no emotions.
I am not Persian. But that doesn’t matter. Why would stating any race, be a curse word or an insult!
He was big and tall, I am tiny and short. Bigger men bully me, occasionally.
However, this was hate against any race other than his own. And that cracked my heart.
I have never been so close to racism. And this was only a fraction of it. What a sad heart he must carry. Oh, what a sad world we led for years.
This brought me to tears, not just for me. If I witnessed someone else receiving that comment, I would be punched in the heart just as much.
And to that stranger,
I hope your day gets better, and you are kind to other strangers. I hope whatever sorrow you are carrying, dissolves into love, rather than hate.
I am very much fine. I am grateful for this experience. For it expanded my mind and stretched my heart with empathy and love (love for myself, too).
Have you ever experienced this kind of prejudice?