Czechs don’t know how to live in a democracy

MirekStudent, Business AcademyUsti nad Labem 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 ( 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.”

One Response to “Czechs don’t know how to live in a democracy”

  1. 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.

  2. 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

    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.

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