About prejudices and the nonsense behind
Dear reader, excuse me in advance and feel welcomed to the freak show.
Just for this piece, please imagine me like as a lady with mustaches. Dalì’s one, if you’d like, ’cause I do.
I feel Rage right now, and a powerful one. I’m SICK.
I’m SICK of it. So, let’s analyze this word, all right?
A prejudice, as you already know, is a judgement that comes before knowledge. It has a latin root, pre, that in fact means before.
So I ask to myself in here, how can you judge something before you know it?
It works in a similar way with food. You can judge a food by its appearance, its smell, its size. But unless you taste it, you will NEVER know if you like it or not.
YOU HAVE TO TRY, FIRST.
Today, I’m ashamed of being Italian. Oh, if I am. I see racism, in my country, that is not part of my blood or heritage. Let me come out now: I’m a half blood. I’m not entirely Italian, and thank God. I’m not ashamed of my roots, my family, nor the people I love and I surrounded myself.
I have FRIENDS, and they’re CLEVER.
They understand that humans are humans. They get that we’re ONE SPECIE.
Unluckily for humanity, my judgment here is implacable. I love Art, but I also love Science. And when Einstein told:
“Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.”
…well, He was RIGHT. As with his relativity theory.
People like me are a minority here. And I’m PROUD TO BE PART OF IT.
I’m happy I had the LUCK to study and to know English well enough to write in this language. I’m happy I’m not scared of what’s hard to understand and I use my intuition to get it.
I’m happy to be me.
I’m my BEST FRIEND.
And so, I STEP UP. Prejudices are wrong: they lead us only into nightmare scenarios, they lead us to war, they lead us to injustice.
I STEP UP, PEOPLE.
I fight with those who need me. I fight for those who can’t yet defend themselves. I FIGHT.
My fight is peculiar, because all I do is give the people who meet me a reason to smile. I give the people who meet me someone they can TRUST. I fight with loyalty, courage, and I’ll never stop.
We’re so much more than the colour of our skin. My skin is a mix of white, red and yellow. I’m the person of COLOUR here, and I’m proud to be. Melatonin is melatonin. Just that. And in a painting, our skin colour is always so different, even if we “belong to the same race”. What the heck does it mean, race, I still have to understand.
Where someone sees another skin color, I see PEOPLE.
I’m not afraid of seeing someone crying, I’m the shoulder on which you can feel safe.
I’m a freak with a mustache and a graceful pair of wings.
Maybe I’m Lucifer, you know? I fell from the sky and now I WALK FREELY.
Choose your side, please. And FIGHT. Not FOR me, only WITH me.
If you’re fighting against racism, please feel me: I’M ON YOUR SIDE.
Let’s fight together. Revolutions come with NUMBERS.
It’s time to STEP UP AND SPEAK.
It’s time to be the one kind person you dream to meet everyday.
It’s time, brothers and sisters. I’m sick of it.
