Confusion......
....Another New Order track. I have a certain amount of confusion bothering me at the moment, Since having had mental health issues several years ago, I have been going to a craft club. I was virtually dragged there originally, on the advice of a splendid nurse. It was a goal to be achieved, go and be "normal" with normal people, I thought I would stop going once I was well again. Here I am, still going, and counting several of the attendees as very good friends, Now the confusing bit.......
Most of the people who go are retired, and although tremendous fun and very full of life, Have very different views on things to me. This, as a rule, is fine, discussion can be lively and sometimes heated, and nobody has left the room in a blaze of drama...yet! What is causing me problems though is racism, these oldies are totally up for a rant about "them" coming to this country, All the desperate children shown on the news are obviously "actors", It's all "staged" so "they" can come to the UK and grab all the benefits due to Pensioners. The oldies are all regular NHS users, and take delight in saying how many "foreign" doctors were working at the hospital when they were there. I have tried (gently) to point out that if the "foreign" doctors weren't there, patients would have to wait longer, but to no avail.
What's really sad is that they all love a particular GP, A lovely, friendly, lady who listens to all their moans and groans, day after day, without ever being less than kind and helpful. They adore her, even though she's "black as the ace of...". This pisses me off royally. They also love to speculate where a person is from and how long they've been in this glorious country.
I sit there, quietly fuming, wondering whether to speak up or leave. These people looked after me and my mind at a very bad time. They know my family, they love to share my news-and I love to share it with them. I do care for them all, some of them very much, But I hate racism. It has to be the most pointless "ism" there is, Why should colour or clothing or language make a person an alien? Difference is good, it enriches us, it teaches us tolerance, it makes life more interesting!
So what do I do? Quietly stop going? Go and Start a fight? or go and sit there squirming with annoyance and personal shame at doing nothing? Decisions, decisions.
Most of the people who go are retired, and although tremendous fun and very full of life, Have very different views on things to me. This, as a rule, is fine, discussion can be lively and sometimes heated, and nobody has left the room in a blaze of drama...yet! What is causing me problems though is racism, these oldies are totally up for a rant about "them" coming to this country, All the desperate children shown on the news are obviously "actors", It's all "staged" so "they" can come to the UK and grab all the benefits due to Pensioners. The oldies are all regular NHS users, and take delight in saying how many "foreign" doctors were working at the hospital when they were there. I have tried (gently) to point out that if the "foreign" doctors weren't there, patients would have to wait longer, but to no avail.
What's really sad is that they all love a particular GP, A lovely, friendly, lady who listens to all their moans and groans, day after day, without ever being less than kind and helpful. They adore her, even though she's "black as the ace of...". This pisses me off royally. They also love to speculate where a person is from and how long they've been in this glorious country.
I sit there, quietly fuming, wondering whether to speak up or leave. These people looked after me and my mind at a very bad time. They know my family, they love to share my news-and I love to share it with them. I do care for them all, some of them very much, But I hate racism. It has to be the most pointless "ism" there is, Why should colour or clothing or language make a person an alien? Difference is good, it enriches us, it teaches us tolerance, it makes life more interesting!
So what do I do? Quietly stop going? Go and Start a fight? or go and sit there squirming with annoyance and personal shame at doing nothing? Decisions, decisions.
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