Dear Walter, I am greatful to have someone to send these things to, who finds it all as
disturbing as I do. Hopefully there will soon be some respite, but I
honestly doubt it. This is my Facebook post from yesterday. For the first time in my life, I
was refused service in a local store, because I am NOT MUSLIM. I was told
the items that I wanted were not for sale, that "this is for us" and
that I wouldn't like them. I went back to speak to the owner, who looked
stunned by my boldness, but was clearly already informed by the time he came
out. He then proceeded to lie about the items not being fresh enough for me. I
explained that would have been fine, if that was explained, but that is
untrue, and NOT what happened. I posted it on Facebook, and got an assortment of reactions.
This is now the second business on that block, which is refusing to service to
non-Muslims. The other store uses the same line, "this isn't for
sale." I posted it to Facebook to begin logging the deterioration of my
community. I am forwarding you the screen shot, because sometimes these
things on Facebook simply disappear. Please tell me if you begin to
observe a similar trend in your community.
24 jaar geleden ging mijn vriend Nic van Bruggen heen. De dichter, de flamingant, verliet ons op de Franse nationale feestdag. Natuurlijk hield hij van Frankrijk en de Franse dichters, was Niki de Saint Phalle een vriendin en Jean Tinguely een vriend. Meer over Nic kun je vinden op http://schrijversgewijs.be/schrijvers/van-bruggen-nic/
Dear Walter, Your blog was so good, that I found myself thinking about it for days later.
This is a picture from this morning. The police have now become proactive in
anticipation of the crowds, the traffic, and the mess it all becomes. The NYPD
has devised a barricade system, to protect the pray-ers. These blue
"police line do not cross" barriers are the same ones used in
parades, and major crime scenes. Believe me when I say, you can get hit
in the head with a police batton if you cross it. Years ago they were the most pleasant people. They moved in, opened a shop,
and would fall over to help you in their store.
Please, thank you, how are you, how is your family, have a nice day.
More and more stores opened.
More and more moved in.
They stopped saying please & thank you.
They stopped saying hello. There is great strength in numbers. They aren't pleasant anymore, because
their businesses no longer depend on customers like us to survive.
They aren't nice anymore, because they don't have to be.