A prejudice, but a largely positive one, I thought. Somehow I thought that after all the s–t us English had given them over the centuries that each and every Irish person would instinctively know not to treat anyone even remotely similarly. Except possibly, you know, the English. I wouldn’t like that any more than I like the idea of an Indian man getting kicked bloody, but I’d understand it.
Instead my illusions (foolish though they may have been) are shattered and I am forced to confront the fact that people with the “it’s OK when I do it” attitude are everywhere. Even there.
When illusions are broken it’s painful. But it does help us see a clearer path.
Maybe the good part here is that you know who and how you want to be, and who and how you definitely don’t.
There are also just good people who occasionally fuck up, and bad people who occasionally do good, and everything in between, and beyond. Just trust your gut, and you should be ok.
A prejudice, but a largely positive one, I thought. Somehow I thought that after all the s–t us English had given them over the centuries that each and every Irish person would instinctively know not to treat anyone even remotely similarly. Except possibly, you know, the English. I wouldn’t like that any more than I like the idea of an Indian man getting kicked bloody, but I’d understand it.
Instead my illusions (foolish though they may have been) are shattered and I am forced to confront the fact that people with the “it’s OK when I do it” attitude are everywhere. Even there.
When illusions are broken it’s painful. But it does help us see a clearer path.
Maybe the good part here is that you know who and how you want to be, and who and how you definitely don’t.
There are also just good people who occasionally fuck up, and bad people who occasionally do good, and everything in between, and beyond. Just trust your gut, and you should be ok.