Perussuomalaisena poliitikkona voin sanoa mitä tahansa milloin vaan, loukata ketä tahansa ja nämä sanat eivät tule vainoamaan pahasti minua tulevaisuudessa. Miksi? Koska olen perussuomalainen poliitikko.
Voin julkaista paljon rasistista roskaa kuten Jussi Halla-aho teki ja tulla eduskunnan puhemieheksi. Voin jopa uhata tappaa maahanmuuttajanuoria junassa ja päätyä valtiovarainministeriksi. Voin sanoa paljon typeriä rasistisia asioita ja selvitä siitä kuten Riikka Purra. Sisäministeri Mari Rantanen on ajanut etnonationalismia ja valkoinen ylivaltaa Hän sanoi, “meidän ei pitäisi olla niin sinisilmäisiä, että pian emme ole enää sinisilmäisiä.” Voin kutsua turvapaikanhakijoita loisiksi ja raiskaajiksi, kuten Mauri Peltokangas Voin jopa kutsua hallituksenministeritä, kuten Sanna Marinia, “perserei’iksi.” Ja päätyä maahanmuuttopolitiikkaa neuvovan hallintovaliokunnan johtoon. Voin jopa ulostiaa housussa ja kuvata itseäni vaipoissa Senatin Torila ja tulla europarlamentaarikoksi. Kysykää vaikka Sebastian Tynkkynen. PS:ssä on niin paljon rasismia, että se on pyyhkinyt rasismin pois muistosta. Haluan silti olla perussuomalainen poliitikko!
If you’re not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are oppressing and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.
Malcolm X
Juan is a seven-year-old boy who enjoys playing alone rather than with friends. He was known for his wild imagination. From a short distance he was playing in the sandbox with his toy cars he heard a faint voice asking for help. Going to the source of the voice he noticed a tiny stone.
“Oh thank you for taking that heavy stone off me,” the tiny stone said relieved. “Some naughty boys placed me under the larger stone.”
Surprised by what he was hearing, Juan picked up the tiny stone that would not stop thanking him.
“It’s hard being a tiny stone in a large city like Helsinki,” it continued. “It’s not like in the countryside where stones are left alone. In the city, it’s different. Not a day does y when you’re pushed around. Some can even throw you in the sea.”
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The stone was so grateful to Juan that he granted him a wish.
“Do you mean that I can wish anything I want?”
Juan thought for a long silent pause and then said that all he’d want was to become white. He said that if his skin color changed from dark brown to white, his schoolmates would stop ridiculing him at school and want to play with him.
In an instant, Juan’s wish was granted His skin was now white, his eyes blue and his hair blonde.
Placing the mysterious stone in his pocket, Juan ran back home, where his parents were surprised to see him ethnically changed.
“My God, Juan!” the mother said. “What has happened to you?”
“I saved this tiny stone, and it granted me a wish. for my good deed I asked it to change the color of my skin to white.”
Juan’s father, who was from Colombia and had lived many yards in Finland, was first speechless and then totally confused by what had happened to his son.
“My friends won’t bully me anymore,” Juan continued. “Imagine, I am now the same color as them.”
Days went by and Juan’s initial happiness started to wean, even if some of his school friends were happy that he was white. But some were taken aback and seemed to like Juan more when he had dark skin.
The change in ethnicity ended up causing Juan a lot of unhappiness. By erasing his old self, Juan lost a part of himself. It was like getting used to using new clothes he wasn’t used to.
Juan ended up miserable. He pleaded with the stone to take him back to his old self. It wasn’t possible because he was granted only one wish by the magic stone.
A familiar voice was calling Juan to wake up for school. She noticed her son was in tears.
“What’s wrong, my love?”
“I don’t want to be white. I want to be my old self!”
To his surprise and relief, Juan noted that he had a nightmare.
The nightmare had taught him an important lesson: No matter what anyone thinks, your background is a sense of pride.
On telling his mother about the nightmare, Juan reasoned that changing your ethnicity would be a mistake.
“Let’s face it, elephants would be miserable if they changed into ants and ants would end up missing who they were if they changed into elephants.”
Not understanding the full meaning behind Juan’s words, his mother ordered him to rush out of bed and hurry to school.
Deep in the forests of Savo, darkness is not always darkness but a state of mind that has learned to remain an image. In such places, time comes and goes but never leaves; its magic maintains you balanced like a trapeze artist without falling thanks to heart-filled joyous moments of memories once a time ago when you were part of the scenery…
Who is Fatima? Who is the person wishing us from the Joutseno immigration removal center a kind, “Good night. Loved ones.”
Fatima is only a name. It houses no human because it is only a name written on paper by a plane dropping bombs, a tank shelling civilians, and a woman hoping for better days.
Could it be Fatima who is wishing us good night as floodlights expose the state of siege?
