|It's a beautiful country...that happens to be full of manic xenophobes.
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
Any romantic notions I may have had about Ireland have been dispelled by this trip.
Details will be provided in the travelogue but the icing on the cake was the older Irish man in Cork airport when we were queueing to board the plane to London. The ground crew wasn't directing the flow of people well and we got caught in the crush.
"Why are these people pushing to the front?" he asked, looking pointedly at omniana (who is more obviously East Asian than I) and me. "Is it because they're foreign?"
I stared hard at him, a slight sneer of disbelief frozen on my lips.
"Yes, I think it is," he said, and looked away.
As we followed him into the queue, I spoke loudly and at great length to omniana about my opinions on racist asshats. What I really wanted to do, though, was spork out his eyes and force-feed them to him. But I may have some tendencies towards violence.
oh dear, im sorry had such bad experience
Thankfully, it wasn't all terrible. All the Eastern Europeans we met were lovely, and the bike ride was amazing and so was the hiking. But wearing the same shirt for five days and being treated with great coldness and sometimes outright hostility by insular small-town Irish people sucked.
Also, hello! Your birthday is coming up, innit. Wahey!
urg that really really sucks, poor things.
we went to southern ireland a few years ago and even being english created a little bit of coldness so i hate imagine what you went through.
and yes! next saturday from 7.30 there is a birthday BBQ in our garden with drinking, and on the sunday [my actual proper birthday] a picnic on hampstead heath so if you and marco are free on any of those days or both then i would love you to come
Euch. I'm glad there were nice bits, but damn those racist asshats. *shakes tiny fist*
I think you probably made yourself a receptive audience by dint of not being black. Or at least, not identifiably so. I've had people rant about minorities to me when they didn't realize that I am one.
I'd argue that if you have to explain that it's a joke, then it's not a joke.Welcome back to the cosmopolitan crazybin.
can attest, I was dancing on the Underground platform at Euston station last night, I was so fucking ecstatic to be back in London. This big African dude with dreadlocks walked by, shaking his head and chuckling. "Have fun," he said. "I will," I replied.
Nah, the spork is a calm and reasoned response to his asshattery. After all it's plastic, and you can still make it through airport security with one in your pocket. Spoons, now, that could get you into trouble with the metal detector.
Next time you're confronted with such a gentleman, though, toy with him a bit. "Nah, love, it isn't racial discrimination, it's age. Sexy young things like us to the front and you...well... I say stand up for disngruntled old farts like yourself! Go ahead, stand in front of me. Don't let them repress the aged." ;)
That's it. For my 30th birthday, I will be asking for a titanium spork.
Quick! Apply beer and TV!
*blinking* What a foul, horrid man. And really, more 'ballsy' than I'm used to seeing, as far as racists/bullies/'phobes go, y'know? Doesn't make him better in any way; just a better candidate for said sporking. Idiot.
It's difficult to explain how prevalent racist/xenophobic attitudes seem to be in small-town Ireland when you don't have examples as blatant as this one. We got pretty cold, brusque receptions from people in the corner shops and the pubs, for instance, where the people behind the counters would be polite and chatty with everyone in the queue (including other tourists) except for us. Subtle prejudice is far more tough, and debilitating, to deal with, because you can't confront it head-on. It's just exhausting. I can't express how glad I am to be home.
Eeep. I'm a bit less excited about opening an office there than I was five minutes ago. Here's hoping there are enough open-minded-and-enlightened types around to make visits there something other than a succession of annoying encounters with xenophobic motherfuckers. I guess there's always communing with non-human nature as much as possible.