Monday, January 30, 2006
Last night I lay awake thinking of something that a friend of mine has written in another blog - something that has been on my mind for a long time, but dont really know how to express. He titled his blog Nationalism = Racism? - and I dont think he was too far from the truth. It has bothered me since living here that humans are being treated less and less like humans, and more like objects. I dont know why, (well, actually I do, but thats not the point) but since I am Australian, I may live in Belgium for 10 years, and still not have any rights. But if I came from Spain, moved to Belgium, didnt learn a word of French or Dutch, I would still have more rights. But then, if my eyes were darker, my skin a lovely tint of chocolate, my hair darker, and my father's name was Ahmed, then I would have absolutely no chance at life. Even if I was born here. Sound familiar? What really gets my goat is that I have also been brought up in a land which treats people similarly. Why are some lives more valuable than others? Why am I constantly having to prove who I am? I pay taxes, I go to language school, I intergrate with the society here (and I am probably one of the lazier ones), and still constantly am regarded as foreign and stupid. And then I tell myself 'Im Australian, and happy to be', but am I really? I know that when we go to Australia, Tom will endure exactly the same routine. JUST BECAUSE he was born in another corner of the planet. The thing is - there appears to be nothing anyone can do, but sit back and watch as it all becomes worse. Reassuring hey?