Part 2 of Discrimination around me (私の身の回りの差別第二回)「

In my last post I mentioned of the neighbors who played a dirty trick on me.  I cannot go into the details of the scam as the leading conman was a lawyer, expelled from the Law Society but still a lawyer.  Let’s just say my dream to live in a modest comfortable apartment was dashed by those Australians who were old enough to be my father and mother.  My finance suffered a big dent that I had to stay on and work harder to earn it back.  Running back to my parents and make them sad was never an option, so I soldiered on in Sydney despite the horrendous experience.  Years later, I got it out of my system by incorporating the experience in my graphic novels, The Third Red Apple.  That blasted lawyer is casted as Mr. Sincere in my story. 

While I was stuck in Sydney I tried to make the most of it by looking for positive.  I realized what I should have known at the beginning: local Australians do not owe immigrants life.  The life is full of hardships for everyone, Australians not excluded.  They are struggling too, financially or socially.  Why should they stop their life to cater for self-invited new comers?  And if they see an easy prey in the immigrants, it would be awfully tempting to take an advantage of the ignorance of the rookies.  While they are not respected for succumbing to the temptation, it still makes them human. 

The common advice is to forget and forgive.  I don’t think so.  It will be foolish to forget the betrayal of trust unless you want to go through it again.  Forgiveness seems noble but actually it is a sheer state of arrogance.  You forgive when you believe you are completely innocent.  With the exception of children, no victims are utterly blameless.  Lack of research, sense of entitlement, and the desire to gain more than one should, these things prompt people to walk into a trap set by predators.  I chose to confront myself and understanding that ensued  liberated me from grudge.