Atch them kill the dogs and hear them scream,(as I said I could hear them scream in my head, on my vigil over Yulin, I never have quit hearing the screams),and that they, the dog meat vendors, and those buying it, would not listen, they pushed her down, and kicked her away,they threatened to beat her.She had come to us,so bravely,still willing to fight,even in her fear and horror, she came to us from the ground zero, seeing what she called a disgrace, a nightmare, and horror.
She said she had always had to see it, as she grew up, and had come to an age to be able to speak out, and was trying to find her voice. She then said she could barely type as she was crying so hard, that the people on the Yulin page had yelled at her, told her she should die with the rest of the dog eaters, called her terrible names. They told her they would happily spit on her dead body that she did not deserve to live, nd did she want them to come and boil her alive,they told her to leave. She then said I have come to tell you Thank You,and Goodbye. I am ashamed of my race,o f my country,and I cannot show my face. She said- I am vegan, I do not eat the animals, and I love all animals then she said she was going to kill herself in her shame,o f her race,and in her pain,that she was alone in this world, as she did not belong there,i n that nightmare,and she did not belong to us,so she had no place to go,and she could not bear to hear them scream in agony, smell their charred flesh,o r see the streets run with blood another day and be helpless to stop them.
I talked to her, I tried to get her to see that we were not all of the same mind and that she did have a place,w ith us, with me,t hat I would help her, I begged her to stay with me all night if need be,I said she could even call,I said I would stay awake,and stay with her till the festival was over,and the screams died down.I said I loved her, that she was important, and we needed her.I said she was a good person, and that it was her generation that would help end it.She said they were still sending her messages, and as she read them all, she could hear screaming, and smell the smell of the dogs and cats that were dying.She said Goodbye to me that night,that she would think about what I said, but that it hurt too much, to know what the world thought of her and to not be able to save them. I never heard from her again, and I wonder what else I could have said to hold her to this earth, or if she is out there somewhere, afraid,and alone,or did she find the place she looked for, between two worlds, that she found a place to be accepted, and to help as she so desperately wanted to.I will never know what happened to her.I will also never forget her pain.
I will never forget that she was just like me, that she could not bear the pain, only for her, it was even worse, she was right there.I hope that she is alright. I made the Unity page that night, for her. And then she never came back.Words hurt.They can cut like a knife, you can hurt someone with words worse than you can with your fist, that is why they have the term Verbal Abuse. Words hurt especially an already damaged soul. I left that group of people that night, that I had spent weeks with, trying to get through to them, I have gone back to find them still saying the same old filth, and have told them I had hoped they had changed. I blame them if that young girl is gone, the ones that spoke that way to her.I blame each and everyone that she saw make a slant-eyed fish head dog eating comment, and wishing her and her entire country be blown off the face of the earth. They have her blood on their hands if she is gone. In this day and age, I would think this would be a dark page in the human history books.I fear sometimes that it will never truly die, I do know that it will not die, if we do not squish it when we see it, it MUST be addressed in any civilized situation, as often as possible.I hope you made it through the young girl's story, it should bring you to tears,it should move you,and it should open your heart and minds to the idea that we are not our skin color,we are our actions,we are our loving hearts and souls.
We are ARA's and we are better than that,and if I cannot move an ARA to see the world a little differently,as we are a special group of people, that can do what we do, and keep our eyes open, fight on, be strong and still have compassion and love,then I am wasting my time trying to get people that believe that animals are objects, and are there for us to use, to change their mind and stop what they are doing.There are older ARA's in this battle too, from all the Asian countries, from all over the world, we need Everyone. Get used to it if you keep me in here. I have a lot to say, and I do not mind saying it, and I will always try to do so as respectfully as I can, I am wordy,and I am unafraid to speak my mind,and I am tired of everything being so crappy, when this world has the potential to be a kind and beautiful place FOR EVERYONE.
She said she had always had to see it, as she grew up, and had come to an age to be able to speak out, and was trying to find her voice. She then said she could barely type as she was crying so hard, that the people on the Yulin page had yelled at her, told her she should die with the rest of the dog eaters, called her terrible names. They told her they would happily spit on her dead body that she did not deserve to live, nd did she want them to come and boil her alive,they told her to leave. She then said I have come to tell you Thank You,and Goodbye. I am ashamed of my race,o f my country,and I cannot show my face. She said- I am vegan, I do not eat the animals, and I love all animals then she said she was going to kill herself in her shame,o f her race,and in her pain,that she was alone in this world, as she did not belong there,i n that nightmare,and she did not belong to us,so she had no place to go,and she could not bear to hear them scream in agony, smell their charred flesh,o r see the streets run with blood another day and be helpless to stop them.
I talked to her, I tried to get her to see that we were not all of the same mind and that she did have a place,w ith us, with me,t hat I would help her, I begged her to stay with me all night if need be,I said she could even call,I said I would stay awake,and stay with her till the festival was over,and the screams died down.I said I loved her, that she was important, and we needed her.I said she was a good person, and that it was her generation that would help end it.She said they were still sending her messages, and as she read them all, she could hear screaming, and smell the smell of the dogs and cats that were dying.She said Goodbye to me that night,that she would think about what I said, but that it hurt too much, to know what the world thought of her and to not be able to save them. I never heard from her again, and I wonder what else I could have said to hold her to this earth, or if she is out there somewhere, afraid,and alone,or did she find the place she looked for, between two worlds, that she found a place to be accepted, and to help as she so desperately wanted to.I will never know what happened to her.I will also never forget her pain.
I will never forget that she was just like me, that she could not bear the pain, only for her, it was even worse, she was right there.I hope that she is alright. I made the Unity page that night, for her. And then she never came back.Words hurt.They can cut like a knife, you can hurt someone with words worse than you can with your fist, that is why they have the term Verbal Abuse. Words hurt especially an already damaged soul. I left that group of people that night, that I had spent weeks with, trying to get through to them, I have gone back to find them still saying the same old filth, and have told them I had hoped they had changed. I blame them if that young girl is gone, the ones that spoke that way to her.I blame each and everyone that she saw make a slant-eyed fish head dog eating comment, and wishing her and her entire country be blown off the face of the earth. They have her blood on their hands if she is gone. In this day and age, I would think this would be a dark page in the human history books.I fear sometimes that it will never truly die, I do know that it will not die, if we do not squish it when we see it, it MUST be addressed in any civilized situation, as often as possible.I hope you made it through the young girl's story, it should bring you to tears,it should move you,and it should open your heart and minds to the idea that we are not our skin color,we are our actions,we are our loving hearts and souls.
We are ARA's and we are better than that,and if I cannot move an ARA to see the world a little differently,as we are a special group of people, that can do what we do, and keep our eyes open, fight on, be strong and still have compassion and love,then I am wasting my time trying to get people that believe that animals are objects, and are there for us to use, to change their mind and stop what they are doing.There are older ARA's in this battle too, from all the Asian countries, from all over the world, we need Everyone. Get used to it if you keep me in here. I have a lot to say, and I do not mind saying it, and I will always try to do so as respectfully as I can, I am wordy,and I am unafraid to speak my mind,and I am tired of everything being so crappy, when this world has the potential to be a kind and beautiful place FOR EVERYONE.
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