Today I had a rather despondent experience
that made me think about the isolation and cultural separation shown in the
movie Samson and Delilah, which I wrote about in my precious reflective piece.
I was sitting on the bus on my way home surrounded by business men and women in
suits desperate to get away for their shitty jobs, stuck in a metal sardine,
can stuck in peak hour traffic when a woman hails the bus just before south
terrace on our way out of the city. The poor woman looked like she was wearing
everything she owned layer upon layer even though it wasn’t cold outside. She
seemed rather confused about weather or not she wanted to get on the bus.
I use public transport nearly every day so
I’m fairly used to seeing people dunk out of their minds or too high to
function and how they are treated, and this was different. Instead of the usual
30 seconds of grace before people yelling at them telling them to make up their
minds if they want to be on the bus or that the bus driver telling them to get
off, no one said anything for quite sometime. The bus driver asked the woman if
she was ok, and she replied that she was fine and asked the bus driver if this
was the bus to the city, to which he replied we’re in the city this bus is
going out of the city the bus that goes to the city is on the other side of the
road. Where in the city do you want to go? To which she said; I just want to go
into the city. Why wont you take me to the city? Bus driver: we’re in the city
and this bus is full of people that want to get home, please get off the bus
and just walk across the road and get on one of the busses that are going the
other way. Woman: (the woman at this stage is getting quite angry and leaning
over the change dispenser) Why can’t you turn the bus around and take me into
the city? Bus driver: I’ve just told
you, because this bus is full of people who are trying to get home… The woman
cuts the bus driver off and says it’s because I’m black them starts yelling
that she is a smart strong aboriginal woman, this goes on for another minuet of
so. Everyone on the bus has gone from pretending the woman doesn’t exist to
being extremely angry at the woman but unwilling to tell her to get off the bus
like you would with any other drunk abusive person. I found it rather strange
that no one said anything to her, was it because they feared her, she was after
all a rather tall well built woman. Or was it that they feared that asking her
to get off the bus they would be seen as racist? If being racist is treating someone
differently because of their race: isn’t not telling her to get off the bus
like we would if she was white racist?
Are we all guilty because we have undoubtedly driven this poor woman to
the point where she has to turn to alcoholism to deal with her problems? And if
so why do we not feel so bad for a drunk white person? Why instead of making
our selves feel a little better by not telling her to get of the bus do we not
ACUALLY DO SOMETHING to help those aboriginal people that we chose to ignore
and shun for our society? Maybe one day the woman sneering at the drunken woman
over her nail as she painted them will be the one who doesn’t fit into society.
On a lighter note here is a almost
completely unrelated video of how classy people are on public transport which
may brighten your day.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=sPKWhsBh-Zs