Muslim Woman Put in Her Place by Close-Minded, Prejudiced Old Fart

Hi everybody!

Sorry for not blogging for a few weeks. A little bit of a break stretched out longer than planned. But I’m back and want to talk about this story that keeps getting shared. I saw it a few years back and it still keeps coming back.

It is called “An Amazing Supermarket Incident in Canada… Muslim Woman is Put Right in Her Place”

It tells of this Muslim woman in a burkha at a grocery store. She’s in line and notices the cashier wearing a pin with the Canadian flag. The Muslim woman then asks why she wears it (because her son serves in the armed forces). The Muslim woman then asks when she is going to stop bombing her countrymen, stating that she is Iraqi. An elderly gentleman behind the Muslim woman speaks up and says the following…

“Excuse me, but hundreds of thousands of Canadian men and women, just like this lady’s son have fought and sacrificed their lives so that people just like YOU can stand here in Canada, which is MY country, and allow you to blatantly accuse an innocent check-out cashier of bombing YOUR countrymen. It is my belief that if you were allowed to be as outspoken as that in Iraq, which you claim to be YOUR country, then we wouldn’t need to be fighting there today. However – now that you have learned how to speak out and criticize the Canadian people who have afforded you the protection of MY country, I will gladly pay the cost of a ticket to help you pay your way back to Iraq. When you get there, and if you manage to survive for being as outspoken as what you are here in Canada, then you should be able to help straighten out the mess which YOUR Iraqi countrymen have got you into in the first place, which appears to be the reason that you have come to MY country to avoid.”

It ends with people around the Muslim woman cheering and applauding.

Aww, what a great, jingoistic piece of crap.

First off, to my knowledge, and that of the news networks that followed the whole Iraqi invasion and the mess that followed, Canada wasn’t involved. We went to Afghanistan.

Second, One angry Muslim woman does not an entire religion make. But the old-timer doesn’t seem to care. All that matters to him is clambering up on that old soapbox and berating a woman about HIS country. Well old fella, YOUR country is MY country too! Unlike YOUR country, MY country allows for freedom of speech.

Did the Muslim woman lash out at the cashier? Yeah, she did. But if this is a true story from somewhere, then maybe seeing that flag on the cashier reminded her of the flags flown by the so-called “liberators” that came to Iraq and bombed the shit out of her country, maybe killing members of her family. Hell, she might have been born and raised in the country this story takes place, but still maintains strong ties to her homeland. A homeland that was being torn apart because of some bullshit story about WMDs, the same bullshit story that was sending the cashier’s son into combat for no other reason than greed and machismo.

Third, in a so-called democratic nation, one that promotes free speech, this Muslim woman is using her right to speak her mind. She may be thankful for having that freedom, but that doesn’t mean she’ll roll-over and comply with the policies of that nation, especially when its bombing the shit out of her homeland, her relatives. For this old fart to think that once you arrive upon these shores that you must agree with everyone else, and especially with the government, is utter bullshit!

Finally, the old-timer is an example of the prejudice that still exists, and will continue to exist, so long as close-minded people like him think they are the only ones with rights to his nation. Telling the woman to go back to her own country? What if she was born here, asshole! If she has citizenship to a country, she belongs here just as much as anyone else. It is that exclusive-mentality that makes people coming here for a new start begin to regret their choice, and may lead them to extremism.

I understand what the guy was trying to do, and it would be admirable if he had more compassion, understanding, and an open-mind to the rest of the world. If he had those things, he might have spoken differently, been less combative, and maybe made the Muslim woman understand that it isn’t the people of a nation that make policies, but the government. If the Muslim woman was to hate someone, hate the government for destroying her people, and ordering the cashier’s son to help.


3 thoughts on “Muslim Woman Put in Her Place by Close-Minded, Prejudiced Old Fart”

  1. I agree that this is utterly ridiculous… on the other hand, I find a small comfort in knowing that our goody-two-shoes brother up North sometimes has the same kinds of morons that we have!

    1. LOL “goody-two-shoes brother up North”, that’s hilarious, and sweet, thanks. Oh, and I’m sorry. 😉
      And trust me, we have lots of morons up here. But as I stated early on in my blog, Canada didn’t go into Iraq, so the validity of this story is questionable.
      Either way, there are better ways to express pride in your country and the freedoms everyone shares than attacking someone and telling them they aren’t as worthy of being here as others.

      1. I know you’re very hard on yourselves, with your universal healthcare that could still use improvement and your test scores still lagging behind Japan’s, but your bashful humility just further proves the point! 😉

        As for the article, I very much agree… in reality, whether or not the story is true is not realy as important as the reaction it inspires. The idea that such an embarrassing exchange (on the part of the old-timer) should inspire swells of pride is worrying.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s