Witnessed and took part in an episode that made me sad tonight. Was Waiting for the train to go home, reading my book, tired after taking my classes. Suddenly I saw someone rolling down the stairs at the subway entrance and stay unconscious with the face on the ground ... It was a new black guy from Rhuanda. Witnessed and took part in an episode that made me sad last night. Was Waiting for the train to go home, reading my book, tired after taking my classes. Suddenly I saw someone rolling down the stairs at the subway entrance and stay unconscious with the face on the ground ... It was a new black guy from Rhuanda. While he was still lying unconscious. People passed without looking, without caring. I jumped the turnstyle and went to help, turned him up, threw a little water and gradually he was waking up. He was well dressed, good shoes, cool watch, and hold a bouquet of roses. Sure was going to a meeting. While I was asking for help, some doctor or police, people kept going without caring. No one helped. After five minutes a young man and a woman started to help me, trying to call 911 or anyone. In the place where his head was on the floor had a pool of blood, broken front teeth, a giant bump on top of his head, bruised face, glazed eyes. 20 minutes and nothing, no one to help, doctor, police, agents of Metro, anybody. He sat on the floor and began to ask what had happened. I could see in his eyes that he was scared, he was lost. Sitting on the floor, looked at me and asked if I was a cop. I said that no, that i was there to help him. Then he said NO, you are a cop and will go to make me bad. He said that he was legally in the country and hadn’t done anything wrong, opened his wallet and began to throw his cards at me, social security, work license, credit card, and began to fight with me, I knew he didn’t know what he was doing, then took his cards and put in your wallet and put it in his pocket again. Then he raised but not able to walk, did not want help from anyone, he was scared, he was angry, suspicious, but still holding the roses, then I leaned him against the wall and asked him to calm down. It was then he looked at me and asked why I was helping. I said to him: you fell down the stairs, hit your head, you are not well. Then he said but you are White. White people dont help black people. So I asked why white people dont help black people. He said, the place where I come from they don’t help. I did not know what to say, I understood what he meant. But I looked at the ground and saw that pool of blood and pointed to him. And I said: Are you seeing that blood? That is red, that is yours and is the same color of mine. Don’t wanna know about your color, if you are rich or poor, if you are important or not. Im worried about you and Im here to help you. Slowly he got better and apologized for what he said, he was embarrassed by all, said he was going home to meet his wife, that were their wedding anniversary ,so had bought roses for her today. Here comes my questions Why white people can not help black people and black people can not help white people? Where is the difference? At that time I didn’t see diference when I looked his blood on the ground. But I understand what he said, what he was feeling at the time. I wonder how much he suffered in the country where he lived, being oppressed and abused. And here many times was target of prejudgement. And if it was a white man in his place, well dressed, good watch, holding flowers, a lot of people would help, huh?. For me, the looking of the people was the worst, they looked with disapproval, contempt, making comments without even knowing what had happened. Why the people are so mean? The woman that worked at subway said he was drunk, NO STUPID WOMAN he was not drunk, he was groggy cause he hit the head on the floor. You dindt see what happened to say. Other man said that he was illegal here in US, that was why he wanted to get out of there fast, and didn’t want wait for the cops or the assistence, the same you don’t know him to say that. NOT AGAIN STUPID, he was rushed to see the woman he loved, and had prepared a surprise. He knew that his wife was waiting at home without knowing what had happened to him. No matter if he was illegal or not, if he was drunk or not. Means that there is a reason to leave someone dying on the floor and not help? Whats going on with people they dont care anymore? Each passing day Im more ashamed to be HUMAN BEING. Presenciei e participei de um episódio que me deixou triste hoje a noite. Estava esperando o trem para ir para casa, lendo meu livro, cansado depois de dar minhas aulas. De repende vi alguem rolar escada abaixo na entrada do metro e ficar desacordado de cara no chao... Era um cara novo. Negro. De Rhuanda. Enquanto ele continuava deitado desacordado, as pessoas passavam por ele sem olhar, sem se importar. Pulei a roleta e fui ajudar, virei ele pra cima, joguei um pouco de agua e aos poucos ele foi acordando. Estava bem vestido, bom sapato, relogio legal, e segurava um bouquet de rosas. Com certeza estava indo para um encontro. Enquanto eu pedia por ajuda, algum médico ou policial, as pessoas continuavam a passar sem se importar. Ninguem ajudava. Depois de 5 minutos um rapaz e uma mulher começaram a me ajudar, tentando chamar o 911 ou alguem. No lugar onde estava sua cabeça no chão tinha uma poça de sangue, dentes da frente quebrado, um galo gigante no topo da cabeca, rosto machucado, olhos vidrados. 20 minutos e nada, ninguem pra ajudar, medico, policia, agentes do metro, ninguém. Ele sentou no chao e começou a perguntar o que tinha acontecido. Dava pra ver nos olhos dele que ele estava assustado,perdido. Sentado no chao, olhou pra mim e perguntou se eu era policial. Falei que nao, que estava ali para ajudar. Ai ele falou nao, voce é policial e vai me fazer mau. Falou que ele estava legal no pais e que nao tinha feito nada de errado, abriu a carteira e começou a jogar em mim o cartao do seguro social, licensa de trabalho, cartao de credito, comecou a brigar comigo,eu sabia que ele nao sabia o que estava fazendo entao peguei os cartoes e guardei na carteira e coloquei no seu bolso novamente. Entao ele levantou mas nao conseguiu andar, nao queria ajuda de ninguem, estava assustado, estava bravo, desconfiado, mas ainda segurava as rosas na mao, entao encostei ele na parede e pedi pra ele se acalmar. Foi entao que ele olhou pra mim e perguntou porque eu estava ajudando. Falei voce caiu das escadas, bateu a cabeça, voce nao esta legal. Entao ele falou mas voce é Branco. Brancos nao ajudam negros. Ai perguntei porque brancos nao ajudam negros. Ele falou do lugar de onde venho nao ajudam. Fiquei sem saber o que falar, entendi o que ele queria dizer. Mas olhei pro chao e vi aquela poça de sangue e apontei mostrando pra ele. Esta vendo aquele sangue? Ele é vermelho, é seu e é da mesma cor que o meu. Nao quero saber da sua cor, se voce é rico ou pobre, se voce é importante ou nao. Eu to preocupado com voce e estou aqui pra te ajudar. Aos poucos ele foi melhorando e se desculpou pelo que tinha falado, estava envergonhado por tudo, falou q estava indo pra casa encontrar a esposa, que hoje era aniversario de casamento por isso tinha comprado as rosas. Ai vem minhas perguntas … Porque branco nao pode ajudar negro e negro nao pode ajudar branco? Onde esta a diferença? Naquela hora eu nao vi diferença olhando pro seu sangue no chao. Mas eu entendo o que ele falou, o que ele estava sentindo naquela hora. Imagino o quanto ele nao sofreu no pais onde ele vivia, sendo oprimido e ate violentado. E aqui quantas vezes foi alvo de preconceito. E se fosse um homem branco, bem vestido, bom relogio, segurando flores com certeza muita gente iria ajudar, nao é? Pra mim o olhar das pessoas era o pior, olhavam com desaprovação, desprezo, fazendo comentários sem mesmo saber o que tinha acontecido. A mulher que trabalhava no metro dizia que ele estava bebado, NAO ESTUPIDA ele nao estava bebado ele estava grogue porque tinha batido a cabeca no chão.Voce nao viu o que aconteceu pra falar isso. Outro Homem dizia que ele estava ilegal no pais por isso queria sair rapido dali, nao queria esperar pela policia ou Socorro, voce nao conhece o cara pra dizer isso. NAO DE NOVO ETUPIDO, ele tava com pressa pra ver a mulher que ele amava, e que tinha preparado uma surpresa. Sabia que sua mulher estava esperando em casa sem saber o que tinha acontecido com ele. Mas nao importa se ele estava ilegal ou nao, se ele estava bebado ou nao. Quer dizer que existe uma razao pra deixar alguem morrendo no chao e nao ajudar? O que esta acontecendo com as pessoas que elas nao se importam mais? Cada dia que passa tenho mais vergonha de ser SER HUMANO.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 05:44:00 +0000
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