MirekStudent, Business AcademyUsti nad Labem
illmaic@post.cz. Sometimes a demented child is born to a white family. And sometimes a child is born among Gypsies who is able to live in our – not ideal, that’s true – society.
It seems to me the way it is when you move animals into your flat. You can spend time, money and effort to bring them up to enjoy them. But you can never be absolutely sure that they won’t bite you.
I have nothing against animals, I’m a peaceful person. I’m sad about it.
It has something to do with democracy.
Democracy in our country has sprung out in the wrong way. And so the whole tree grows crookedly.
Czechs don’t know how to live in a democracy: they need somebody strong to rule them. If there is nobody to put them on right lines, they just grab and grab for themselves or make naïve theories about some amazing future.
And that’s worse for the Gypsies; they don’t give a damn about democracy. They don’t care if you are a Communist, a Jew or an American dreamer. They feel comfortable when they can follow a programmed system, when something drags them on – if anything can do that.
Their biggest problem seems to be that they are divided in two groups who don’t like each other very much.
But before anything else the Czechs have to be cured of their dependence and envy, and learn to form a new culture among themselves.
I hope the Stories Exchange Project will bring real experience and knowledge that can be used for the good of both sides.
On 4 October 2001 Kristyna (tyna.han@centrum.cz) responded:
"A lot of true things have been written. But I think that Gypsies are alsoracists, and I am not alone in thinking so. When you ask them if they like “whites” they will tell you that they do not. Certainly.”
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Mirek has found truths within a
difficult experience in his country.
He is kind not to point a more direct
finger at the official position for
most of his lifetime, that the Roma
are born mentally handicapped and
sequestered in a system of rejection
and negligence. He also makes no
mention of the Herculean struggle that
was his to become a student in the
first place, then to go on to higher
education. The heartening news is
that he follows the examples of others
within his ethnic group and is
providing model for those would
follow. Education is one of the
essential building blocks of human
rights and dignity.
I’m not very familiar with the gypsy
life. My grand father was a Hungarian
gypsy from Czechoslovakia. That’s all
I really know about him. My
grandmother was born in Budapest,
Hungary. I am trying to find out as
much as I can about Gypsies, and their
lifestyles.
My grandfather was a very smart man,
as far as I can tell. When he died, my
uncle sent a bag of herb medicine to
the Historical Society in NY and they
sent a letter back stating that it was
the most complete bag of herb medicine
they had ever received.
I enjoyed this story very much and
hope to read more and find out as much
as I can.
My grandfather was a loner. I never
met him. I only saw him once at his
wake. I was 9 years old. I know he
played the violin and was present at
some caravans as my mother had
pictures of that. Thank you very much
for your story. It was interesting.
Teri