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Travistock Square may never offer the same calm. The Circle Line may never feel normal again. It will be impossible to ride the elevator at Russell Square without remembering the people killed below. All changed forever by four young men who prayed in the same language I consider holy. p7-8
The book describes other religions with sections of people who have extreme views and the point of all of this is that it’s teaching the young people that creates these incidents. How did these people learn that this or that part of their faith said people were bad? They were told to think that way.
After all, it was America that had seduced me into adopting its styles and its scorn, forced me to sacrifice my true heritage in a devil’s bargain for acceptance, and then laughed viciously when it slowly dawned on me that I would never be anything but a second-class citizen there. p78
Telling of the immigrant story, really… of the children who have to live on the line between their parents’ cultures and being part of America.
And this line made me laugh… Talking about travel pamphlets and books and such that told you how you knew when you were in your home territory:
Now I had something to contribute to that literature: if you cannot tell a bus driver that he has to stop the bus so you can take a leak, the land you are in is not your home. p83
http://www.librarything.com/review/103361091
The book describes other religions with sections of people who have extreme views and the point of all of this is that it’s teaching the young people that creates these incidents. How did these people learn that this or that part of their faith said people were bad? They were told to think that way.
After all, it was America that had seduced me into adopting its styles and its scorn, forced me to sacrifice my true heritage in a devil’s bargain for acceptance, and then laughed viciously when it slowly dawned on me that I would never be anything but a second-class citizen there. p78
Telling of the immigrant story, really… of the children who have to live on the line between their parents’ cultures and being part of America.
And this line made me laugh… Talking about travel pamphlets and books and such that told you how you knew when you were in your home territory:
Now I had something to contribute to that literature: if you cannot tell a bus driver that he has to stop the bus so you can take a leak, the land you are in is not your home. p83
http://www.librarything.com/review/103361091
