And I Hate myself for it.
I went for a brisk walk the other day – it was morning break at work, and the sun was shining outside. As soon as I walked out of the office, there was a Muslim lady walking with a pram – the pram was totally covered by a veil, I am not sure if this is a custom or not, but I am not proud of the thought that transgressed through my mind.
Immediately, I thought she could have a bomb in that pram. I live in Melbourne, a place virtually untouched by terrorism, yet my mind, even for a split second, thought this Muslim lady could be carrying a bomb through the quaint streets of north Richmond. I have been brainwashed, and I am disgusted with myself.
I wanted to say sorry to her, for the malicious thoughts that she had nothing to do with creating… I just smiled as she walked past, and wondered if I was a bad person. I don’t think I am a bad person, and I know this Muslim woman wasn’t a bad person, but I have allowed myself to become brainwashed, albeit under all the restraint I can throw, I was still able to have a terrible thought I know didn’t come from my heart.
Does it make a difference that I digressed immediately? I would like to think it does, but I can’t escape from the fact that through no choice of my own, my brain has been programmed to be afraid of something I don’t know. I can’t blame myself for this feeling – yet my attitude is my own, and I have allowed it to be influenced by propaganda and diatribe.
I like to think Australia is a very liberal country, but the truth is, there are many stuck with their redneck right wing ways, unfortunately, I have let myself be sullied by attitudes out government and media often portray regarding Muslims and Islam – we are lead to believe they are all backward, and hate the west with a passion, I let that hate bounce of me and turn into fear, even momentarily… but fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to the dark side..
Who knows, maybe I am over analysing – the baby was probably really ugly, and she might not have been a Muslim at all, the sun was out as well – that could explain her and the prams veil - either way, it doesn’t change the fact that I have been brainwashed, and I hate myself for it.
BAM!!!