Given the events in Belgrade of the last couple of weeks - the seemingly random attacks, the last-minute suppression of the gay parade - it does not seem a time to speak out and be heard. We should all stop and consider what we have allowed to happen here. I had not planned on writing on this subject as it has been thoroughly talked about, but I happened to find this in my reading, which I thought might be relevant.
The Other
He thinks not
Like me. He believes nothing
Which I believe. He looks different
From me. His blood - has he any?
Does he hope and dream?
Does he love and aspire?
No: let's kill him now.
Too many questions, too much thinking.
Perhaps we would find a family crying
Maybe some latent contribution
Or what if we found out, by asking,
That we are fast friends? We don't know.
We cannot know. It's easier.
And what if he were me?
(by Mat Smith)