Well, the little snake tongues of hate have started to wag with The Times piece. A few mails, a comment. Inevitable, really, but it doesn't make it easier when you realize how much vitriole is out there - that impotent, anonymous variety, which could come from anyone, high, low, powerful, nervous, weak, sad, in hiding, or under your nose. This energy could be put to more positive use.
Funny, Elissa Gootman said in her article that we - our group of volunteers - must all be optimists. I am not an optimist. But we're here, and we have to make the best of it. So what does that make me? Shame on you, said a recent comment on this blog. Called me privileged. Well, perhaps the profile picture of the glass of bubbly is provocative! But please. Called me racist. When I think of the fights I have got into because of racism, it's rather hysterically funny. But it's not.