Racism and children
Paolo Longarini, author of the book “Serve yourself” and author of a very popular blog, he tells an episode of daily racism which he witnessed one day on the train.
A lady refuses to sit next to three foreign people (two boys and a girl) and says so openly. The episode ends with the reaction of a Roman woman who invites her to remove the disturbance without too much kindness.
What Longarini narrated undoubtedly happens every day in many places in Italy. And often in the silence most absolute.
How many times does it happen that next to a non-EU person there is a free seat on the tram or subway? Maybe what the woman has expressed in words (“I don’t sit next to those there”), many think and simply do not express it explicitly. They just remain standing, leaving that place free.
One of the daily, frequent racist actions which take place everywhere and on which we should reflect.
Here is Paolo Longarini’s post.
I am on a train from Termini to Ladispoli, for various reasons, ranging from a partial eclipse of Uranus to Why Yes, it is forty minutes late.
The souls of travelers do not tend towards hilarity, so to speak.
I occupy a seat of four facing each other together with a boy, a girl and a child, all three of indefinite and indefinable nationality.
The boy chats, the girl listens as the little girl curls her hair.
To put it mildly, you can see that they do not have numbered accounts in Switzerland but as for dignity, I believe they can bottle it and sell it in countries.
We arrive in Rome Ostiense.
It is certainly not important but I write as I think and by now I have put it, take into account it is a correct journalistic detail.
Some ladies get into our wagon.
I get up to seat one.
The boy smiles at the child and takes her on his legs to free up a seat. I nod to the nearest lady who can sit down, I will certainly not occupy it.
Looks at me.
He looks at them, above all.
With the expression you can only get if you stick a lemon and an Isolabella mandarin in your ass, he says:
“I’m not going to get close to those, I’m fine on my feet”
The boys are foreigners but the contempt in the voice can be read even without resorting to a babblefish. The temperature drops and the carriage falls silent.
That’s not the cold.
It is the wet, that you care.
In this case it is the puzzled face of the child, she turns to the two boys looking for explanations.
The personal inner conflict between still respecting a lady and pointing out to her how, at times, one would like to have been educated by wolves when the third lady, a sturdy Roman matron, takes my embarrassment by pushing her sideways in no uncertain terms.
“Here, get the fuck up and let me sit down, continue to be the sentinel that is good for you”
And the applause goes off.
The girl changes wagon.
The child now has a calm expression that changes to amused when the lady talks to her
“Lassala loses, people like her are chubby, do you know what” chubby “, bella de grandma?