Anonymous asked:
Did you mean to say the chance of getting decapitated by anyone is mor than getting decapitate by a Muslim?
I was trying to say the chances of getting decapitated were less likely than a hate crime.
i’m looking through photos from the woolwich incident and reading news articles about the whole thing and an article about a large group of men attacking two mosques last night carrying weapons
and i’m crying both because the original incident itself is so horrible and because i feel so bad for any muslim or pakistani individual that now won’t feel safe leaving their home for weeks due to the hatred surrounding their cultural and religious identity and for fear of being attacked, as well as all the completely innocent people that had their religious sanctuary completely disrespected and made a place of hate
everything just happens too much and it never stops and it’s overwhelmingToo bad muslims won’t feel safe in their own homes? What about non-muslims that can’t even walk in the street during the da without getting decapitated by self-proclaiming muslims? Are you fucking high?
i am shaking with fury
OK, bud. Here’s the situation.
The street, is a public place. A place for all people to be together. If you are so scared of these “muslims” decapitating you, stay in your home, where it’s private and safe. Oh my god. Isn’t that the purpose of a home? A place where you can feel safe and secure and away from the public eye? HOLY SHIT, WHAT A CONCEPT.
Everyone has the right to feel safe and secure, no matter what religion they follow. Everyone has the right to feel safe in their own home. That’s just part of being a human and you know what, people outside your religion are humans too. We all think and feel and have fears and crave love.
The chances of you getting decapitated by ANYONE are much slimmer than those of a hate crime against someone from the Islamic community. So please, just stop.
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