My Oxi Day
Published by deviousdiva May 12th, 2006 in Personal.Originally posted Sovereignty of SeaWitch
My son took part in the school oxi day celebrations yesterday. I felt strange again to be standing for prayers (out of respect for others) but not “doing my cross” but that’s another story. Lots of the other parents are non- religious like me.
What was wonderful, was to see the kids doing their play. The content was a bit uninspired but they enjoyed performing especially the bit where they outwit the german soilders to get bread to the Greek army.
As I scanned the crowd of proud parents and delighted kids, my mind wandered back to the venom and bile that has been spewed on this post.
In the school there are a few black, mixed- race greek children (with greek GRANDPARENTS for those who care about those things), there are greek children of russian, albanian and turkish descent, greek-american and at least one dutch greek kid. All of them sang and performed with such pride and excitement while their parents took pictures and video of the performance. And afterwards we wished each other a happy three day holiday and went home.
Now I am aware that underneath the smiles and waves there may be feelings of resentment and even hatred but it was the kids that got me feeling so happy. They really did charge into the playground happy. Together. They achieved something that kids care about. That they pleased their teacher, they pleased their parents, they did well and they had a great deal of fun doing it.
Call me a sappy liberal lefty peabrained softy marxist all you like.
It was a breath of fresh air after suffocating in here for such a long time.
I know this was just a fleeting moment and kids grow up and make different choices and decisions BUT, just for now, they were kids having a good time
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Got Pope, Need No Bart
The Holy Father gone to Turkey to redeem and consecrate the Greeks,
so don’t need no more soviet temples. Don’t need no gyro blimpie Bart
when got a regular Pope without the diner attitude. My pop kept
hitting momma with a skillet on the head. Friends ended up in the
hospital after their pop beat them. Pops got drunk and ruined my
first car. Killed two cats and a dog, thrown out the window.
Neighbor drowned the canaries in ouzo, fried, ate them. Ma overdid
whip so she could give less pie. All our stuff came pilfered, with
logos. Greeks overcook all meat so no one knows is bad. Another
banned tenants flushing toilet paper. Waiters inpune sanitation
because “dirty is natural and healthy.” Priests just answered “behave,
respect, tradition!” Now priest comes “no intercommunion!” Where was
he when we needed him to protect us from our crazy parents? Don’t
sell me “educated Greeks” because we know all them Trojan Horse
cheated on the exams. Besides it’s just TV repair school. Remember
all those jailed old disco Greeks, tax cheats to “protest” Jerome Ford
stopping the Trojan Horse in Chyprious? We can’t get good jobs
because no one trusts Greeks, because of Trojan Horse. They always
faked reading Greek. That’s why we borrowed regular Catholic books
instead of read Greek. Sure, we sacrifice to Greek myths three times
a year to please yiayia, and she’s nun the wiser when we go to regular
Catholic Mass on Sundays when she bummed from bouzaki dances. Ain’t
need no more Bart, just the regular Pope. That’s why we all married
regular Catholic when we grew up. So they can trust us.