Monday, Monday, hello again. How are you doing today? “You”, as in you and not the Monday. Even though I’ve got a feeling that nobody really asks Monday how they’re doing. Seems sad.
Hello, Monday! How are you doing today?
Anyway, I’m upset, you guys. Like really, furiously upset. Right down to my very bones.
I’ve got Italian class on Mondays and uni is on the other side of town meaning, I need to cross the city center to get to class. It’s a pretty small town, it’s not like “the other side” is an hour away but still, it’s a walk.
So, I usually walk with plenty of time on my hands. Just in case I need to buy an unintended extra coffee on the way in (I always do) or, you know if I have to walk into a bookstore just to check out the new selection (which always happens).
This also means I’m walking through town when it’s at its absolute busiest moment. Right when everybody quits work and finishes school.
Today, whilst walking on the busiest road something upsetting happened. The reason why I got furious then and why I’m still furious right now.
It was extremely busy and so many people trying to walk at a reasonable pace to wherever they’re intending to be. Infront of me were two boys talking in another language than Swedish – nothing uncommon there – and they were both pretty young, which makes the rest of the story even worse.
Because out of nowhere, this woman in her mid-fifties says to one of the two boys:
“You know, there was a Swedish guy who was robbed over there – perhaps it was you.” Obviously implying that the boys she was addressing were not Swedish – which, by the way, they were. And, quite frankly what difference does that make anyway. False, wrong accusations everywhere.
So, unacceptably offensive. And it gets worse.
The second after – when the boys, who neither had done anything to even set the woman off, protested against the accusation – she, again, acted like an inhuman being stating that they were both “svartskallar” which is an extremely violent racist term in Swedish.
I immediately stepped in front of the two boys and told the woman that it was definitely not okay to say these things. That she was wrong and that she should ap-
And then she runs off. Like, literally crams her way through the mass of people walking hastily away.
Because I thought I hadn’t had the time to really explain to her in how many ways she was a complete moron, I went after her. But she sneaked away into a store and I was in a real hurry (I had already bought my because-I-have-time-coffee and didn’t have the time to wait any longer before getting my ass to uni) so I walked away as well.
And now I’m thinking that, that was really stupid of me. I should’ve: 1) Either went after the woman into the store, or 2) Said something to the accused boys.
What really makes me sad was that right when I went after the woman I heard one of the boys tell the other one that he got genuinely sad about what she’d said. Of course! How could you not?
God, I’m so angry!!! (I’m adding these pretty pictures to calm me down.)
The racism in Sweden is creeping me out. No, actually, it’s scaring the shit out of me.
I don’t know, Internet. This world needs to be more loving, appreciative, and kind. Now.