Hey terrorist, I know why you did this today at Charlie Hebdo’s. But I won’t do the things you expect me to do: I want you to understand that you didn’t win, so you won’t be tempted to do this ever again.
You want to terrorise me. I get it. It’s a war you think you are playing against me; but you don’t understand that you are alone in this bloody game. I won’t play it.
You want me to be shocked. You want me to be sad and cry and mourn. You want me to feel desperate. You want me to hate you – because it helps your propaganda. You also want me to hate you – because you expect if I fear you, I will obey you.
But that’s not what I want. I don’t want to cry and feel sad. I certainly don’t want to hate anyone. And, for sure, I want us both to be free to have the completely opposite beliefs as we have.
Of course when the events happened this morning, you did manage to upset me. I was shocked and I expressed it. I am sad for the victims and their family, and I understand the French government has decided tomorrow will be national mourning day. But I don’t think that’s what we should do.
I won’t do all these things you expect me to do.
Tomorrow morning when I wake up, I will be joyful. I will wear a spring dress – yes a spring dress, even if I’m cold, I don’t care, I will wear this flowery happy spring dress. I will drive to work listening to pop music, very loud, and I will sing my head off. I will work the whole day, hard, as usually, as nothing was different.
In the evening, I will go and dance. I will dance swing, which is so much fun, I will spin and spin and spin and grin from ear to ear.
And I will not forget my mission. If I don’t come home to late, I will spend some time on the Internet and try and find plane tickets. I will buy tickets for a trip in any country with a Muslim population – whatever I find in my budget – I will explore the humanity in there and tell about it on my blog.
I will demonstrate that you have not completed your mission. I don’t care what creepy mission you believe you have – my own mission is to discover the people and tell the world how human we all are. Maybe they’ll be warm and beautiful; maybe they’ll be ugly and stupid; that’s exactly what will make them human.
Because politics is just politics, and religion is politics. But we are all humans.
And finally I will keep looking at this compilation of the worse caricatures from the cartoonists you murdered:
Fuck you, hey terrorist. You keep trying, but you are losing both your time and our blood. I won’t play your terror game. So don’t be tempted to do that every again.
PS: For this blog post I have followed the instructions of the Blogging 101 course assignment that required me to publish a post to someone in particular I hoped would read it, and to add a new kind of (embedded) element. Job completed.