You know that feeling when something bothers you and you don’t say anything? Maybe we think it isn’t worth the ‘fight’, discussion or energy. Sometimes we even tell ourselves that it will be just fine if we sit still and let it pass. But let me tell you this, some things just don’t! Some things will run you over, and I am not talking about people. I am talking about life. This “thing” we all have but none of us quite understand.
I don’t have to tell you things sometimes are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. Today. I am not talking about the refugee crisis in general. I am sharing the issue that comes along with being a ‘good person’ in a country which doesn’t use the media or school system to educate people, young children, the next generation, about these people with other roots, maybe, living in the country.
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People, good hard working people move to Denmark, and that is not ‘breaking news’. As an example, my parents have been living in DK more than 35 years. But the “funny” thing is, that people are still surprised when they see a good hard working man or female with other roots, doing good. Not necessarily financially, but also if their language is good. However, I am fully aware of the fact there are different kinds of people moving to the country. People who don’t know the language after 40 years, who doesn’t have a job and people, which level of crime is high. BUT, I am not talking about those people. I am talking about the people you hear so little about, the people who came to this country with a rich culture, and an Empire in their pockets. I am talking about the hard working people. The people who know the language and as Danes like to say; ‘integrated people’ (direct translation).
It’s a sort of a depression. Everybody’s out of control or scared of losing their nationality. The currency buys a nickel’s worth; banks are going bust; students have depressions; punks are running wild in the school yard, and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. After 35 years my parents still have to face the same stupid questions as I, who was born and raised in the country. Questions like: Do you eat pork? It’s must been hard to move etc.
Watch this if you know danish: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iK4ey-iyOfg
We know the crisis is difficult and that it’s not a one-month project. We sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen violent crimes and sixty-three other issues by these people, you know who, them. As if that’s the way it’s supposed to be!
We all know things are bad — worse than bad — they’re crazy.
It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we’re living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, “Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have me show my friends, children and people that I am not those bad ones, I won’t say anything. Just leave me alone.”
Well, I’m not going to leave you alone, not anymore.
I want you to get mad!
However, I DON’T want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot. I don’t want you to write to your friends, boss or family because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the refugee crisis and the crime in the street. All I know is that first, you’ve got to get mad. You’ve gotta say, “I’m a human being, goddammit! My life has value!”
So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell,
“I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!!”
Source Edited version: http://www.americanrhetoric.com/MovieSpeeches/moviespeechnetwork2.html