October 13th, 2006


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British police are on the job. Making sure that the most heinous crimes in all of Britain are handled by a crack squad of sensitivity officers. Beware those who would dare to say the wrong thing or not want to do a school project with non-English speakers. Your days are numbered. Murderers, robbers, hooligans? Carry on good sirs. You're doing god's work!

Racism is bad.

Police-State overreactions to reasonable requests are worse.

There is no version of this story that merits the involvement of the police. If she made racist comments the school can punish her. Ever heard of detention? Suspension? A stern talking to?

Can ANYONE, especially a Brit, defend police involvement here? Racist remarks are heinous, but should NEVER be a crime. If someone wants to call me Kikey Mc should-have-died-in-Auschwitz or whatever, let them. They're only exposing themselves as bigots. And there are legitimate reasons not to want to work with someone who can't communicate with you. There are also legitimate reasons to be forced to do so by your teacher. There is no reason for police involvement whatsoever.


As people may or may not have surmised gingerdevotion and I have been chatting online and on the phone for a couple months. I haven't really talked about it in my journal because A) I don't really talk about my life anymore and B) I don't really think of 'relationships' as real until two people have met in person. The net makes it too easy to idealize and fantasize. You have to deal with someone within the context of reality.

Except now she's due to arrive at LaGuardia in about 3 hours. And I'm going to meet her. So I guess reality is drawing pretty darn close.

I'm excited but I have no expectations. I know I like her and I'm hoping we'll have a good time. See some sights, eat some food, have a few laughs.

Too bad my haircut yesterday was a disaster. But those things happen.

Anyway, it's not so much that I think that people will care as that I feel like doing something to mark the transition between 'net friendship and real...something. So I'm doing this.

And I'm also excited and nervous but shouldn't leave the house just yet.

I'm also glad we're doing this, because it seems like the sort of thing one ought to do when one is vaguely young and such. And maybe it'll be good. Or even great.