February 18th, 2005



This week I have been forced to think about what is wrong with the world. The older you get, the more cynical I guess. I can’t remember who said it, but the saying “if you’re not left wing in your twenties, you’ve got no heart. If you haven’t changed to right wing in your thirties, you haven’t got a brain” does make sense to me. I just refuse to grow up.

I met an old friend this week, hadn’t seen her for over 8 years. It was great to see her again, we talked for hours about the past, our lives, our dreams, our plans, the future, politics, history, love and whatever else came up.

At some point she told about a night she and a friend went out on the pull, completely dressed up and ready to find a man. This was down under in Oz. Her friend had warned her, Australian men do not like ladies with a colour. It turned out to be true, however much she flirted, no man was interested. I don’t know what is wrong with these men, she is one of the most beautiful women I have seen in my life and believe me, I have seen quite a few.

When she told me I came up with more examples. How in the Dominican Republic, where almost everyone is somewhere in between black and white, those with the least colour still have the most opportunities. Cuba, supposingly everyone is the same, yet I noticed the differences as well. The US is too obvious for words, but my country is hardly better. If some Moroccan youth criminal does something, the press is all over it, some politicians even talk about sending them back ‘to their own country’, ignoring the fact that the young man was born and bred in the Netherlands, just happens to have Moroccan parents. In the meantime some ‘white’ idiots throw stones from bridges on cars on the motorway, but that doesn’t say anything about their race. The world is weird. Colour is never a factor in behaviour; there are nutters in all races, criminals and idiots as well.

I don’t care if an arsehole has the same first page in his passport or a different one, nor do I care if a friend of mine happens to be born elsewhere on this planet. Sometimes it just seems that I am weird, while I believe that most people think alike. It just doesn’t show all the time.