Racial Fear Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Racial Fear



From the parking place, at the supermarket, I had
to take a lift one floor down. Outside the lift three
black youths slouched and when I entered the lift
they came in too, swaggering as only the unsure can.
As lift´s door closed I jumped back to the parking
place; scared ran into my car and looked the doors.
I said to myself, this is idiotic, I had the image from
TV of a black young man with a cleaver in his hand
dripping blood like he had just killed a deer, and he
was shouting about people killed in Afghanistan like
his inane actions would help them. I had been silly
victim of lurid newspapers propaganda, took the lift
back down to the supermarket. saw them storming
out grinning crazily having robbed the till.

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