On a mission finding rubbish on the beach this morning at Lyall Bay in Wellington in an attempt to tire the kiddo out for some sewing/blogging time this afternoon. I kept having to persuade Hannah that she had to pick it up and put it in the rubbish bin rather than burying it. She seems to have picked up on my housework mantra “if you can’t see it, it isn’t there.” (Read: pile crap into cupboards and worry about it later)
I had an encounter on my way home which greatly disturbed me and I feel I must share it here lest my head explodes. I was at the supermarket getting lunch and made my way to the express queue (with less than the required items. Drives me mad when people have more than 12!) and there were three young guys in front of me dressed in mosque-going garb. At the counter there were a pile of groceries and when all of us spotted them we started to move into the other queue. A (middle-aged white) man came racing back and the 3 dudes in front of me started apologising for being in the way. Then something happened which I didn’t exactly head but the 3 guys started saying things like “I’m from Hamilton” and “Yes, I’m muslim” and then they started mumbling something about why they were being asked where they were from (in obvious kiwi accents, might I add). A few other things were said that I didn’t quite catch and as the middle-aged white man left he said, “You are lucky to be here” to the Muslim guys, to which they replied “Hey man, it’s my country too”. It all happened so fast and I didn’t get a chance to say anything but on my walk home I was absolutely fuming. How DARE he question their right to be in New Zealand? For one, at least one of them was born here and obviously so. I highly doubt that the ancestors of the white guy were native to New Zealand. Just because there are limits on immigration now doesn’t make him more worth of living in New Zealand than anyone else. So screw you, silly man. And rock on to the extremely polite young guys in their funky outfits who were in front of me. (They apologised for me having to wait… which was unnecessary as it is a queue [the definition of waiting] but very considerate.)
Now I’m off to do some sewing (and calming down) before the demon awakes.