The things you see.
I was on the tube in London the other morning when I had to blink hard because I didn’t believe what I thought I saw.
What I thought I saw was an Eskimo wearing a Ku Klux Klan hood.
When the doors slid open and the apparition got on the tube what I was looking at was a young woman (from her voice) pushing a baby in a pushchair.
She was wearing tight dark trousers, a trendy silver plaited belt slung about her hips, a parka with luxuriant fake fur trim pulled up over her head and a bright turquoise scarf over her face. At first glance I thought she had cut eyeholes in the scarf but on closer inspection she had folded it niqab style about her forehead and the rest hung down over her nose mouth chin and neck. The bulk of the hood held it all in place.
The baby, a child of about 6/9 months was well wrapped against the cold and had a large Winnie the Pooh bear facing him (I don’t know why I formed the impression the child was a boy but I did) propped up on his lap.
She got out her mobile phone.
“Yeah, but, yeah, nah, I can’t breath can I? I got this thing over my face naw, innit?”
Puff puff, pant,pant.
“Nah, I see ya later . . . station, innit?” and she flapped the scarf, and blew through the fabric and waved a piece of paper about.
The baby started to whimper but all he had to comfort him was the face of Pooh. Mum had no soothing smile to show him and she didn’t even attempt to coo through the veil, or pat him. The poor little mite just sat in his pram showing none of the beginnings of curiosity about the wonderful new world and the new people in it that is such a delight in young children.
Changing the subject I still have not seen an "Islam is Peace - Proud to be a British Muslim" poster. I think the campaign has been collecting donations under false pretences.
Posted on 11/21/2007 6:01 AM by Esmerelda Weatherwax