Why can’t we all live together on this planet? It’s a big enough place and I’m sure that if there’s someone you don’t like, you can put enough distance in between you and him that it doesn’t feel so bad.
Thursday’s attacks in London made me feel very sad. Initially I was concerned for my friends who live and work in Central London but as it transpired that they were all okay, my concern turned into a deep sadness in the pit of my stomach as I wondered just how people can indescrimiately kill their fellow man. I don’t care what colour your skin is, what your political or religious beliefs are, you don’t need to kill people to make your point. You just have to look at the Make Poverty History movement to see non-violent protest making a difference.
The question now is where will these idiots hit next?
The Muslim communitities must be seething. The media don’t seem too bothered in trying to distinguish between the terrorists and the ordinary, law abiding members of the Muslim society that help to make the UK what it is today. I’ve got short friends, tall friends, fat friends, thin friends, male friends, female friends, straight friends, gay friends, Indian friends, black friends, pink friends (hi Sjoerd), English friends, Welsh friends, Australian friends, Scottish friends, South African friends, the list goes on, but they all have one thing in common. They are all my friends. I don’t care what your beliefs are as long as you’re not hurting anyone else. If you have extreme beliefs then I may not want to be around you but live with it.
Hopefully there will be some whispers to the authorities so that the terrorists can be stopped. Someone somewhere knows who these people are.
One thing that has come out of all of this is the number of emails, text messages and phone calls that I’ve had off concerned friends living in all four corners of the World. People don’t know where I’m working at any one moment in time – just that I live near London. It’s nice to know that people are thinking of you.