Letters of woe

Dear Belgium,

I love you. Despite your many flaws, you will always be the home I can't find anywhere else. Today however, you're making me sad. We were all shocked when those two kids shot down a 17 year old boy for his mp3 players. This however, is not the answer. Don't ever let me read headlines like these again:

A 18 year old youngman walks through the historical center of Antwerps on a sunny noon,
he buys a weapon, ammonution and picks out three innocent victims.
Three citizens of Antwerps don't get chosen by accident:
A 46 year old turkish woman with two sons.
Songul was reading a book on a bench.
A new citizen to the city from Mali, mother of a six year old.
Oulemata was walking through the city.
A young girl of two.
Luna was riding her tricycle.
The sorrow is for everyone.

Hate crime. I don't want to hear the excuses. Right now, I'm just ashamed.

Jara

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Despised Vlaams Belang (extreme right),

You don't know what the word serenity means so shut the fuck up. Don't give me your bullshit. You preach hate all the time. Your ties with skinheads and neonazis have been proven and yet for some reason we let you stick around. You were judged and trialed for your racisme and while you changed your name, you never changed your ideology.

You're not the victim in this, even if you'll try your hardest to come out as such. Every day that you breath, every day that you're allowed to exist and spread your words of hatred, I fear for this country. I fear for this world.

If one good thing comes from this act of violence, I hope that it means that people will finally open their eyes and realise that you are not the answer.

Much loathing,

Jara

((Not cut because I think this is too important to hide away.))