This has nothing to do with Etsy. This doesn't even have anything to do with politics or current affairs. Well, in a way it does.
Last week, a Dutch politician published a long-announced anti-Islam video. I haven't seen it. Wilders is not one of my most favorite politicians, either, and I wasn't paying that much attention. I was paying attention when they mentioned the murders of Pim Fortuyn and Theo van Gogh.
While I am German, living in Hamburg, I actually spent 8 years in the Netherlands. I was around during both those murders. What makes me remember Van Gogh's murder is not just the savage way with which it was executed, during daylight in the middle of a busy street in Amsterdam. It is what happened a couple of weeks afterwards, right across from my apartment.
I left in the morning, on my way to a presentation at a customer's. I opened my front door, went down the steps. And was greeted by a soldier with an automatic weapon and a bullet-proof vest. I was told that I should have listened to the news, no further info was given. I had the option to stay inside or leave the neighborhood, but I would not be allowed back in.
Hey, I was on my way to work, so no worries... I wouldn't be back till later that evening. So I left the neighborhood, walked a couple of stations to the next operating tram station, and called my boyfriend/ ex-boyfriend (it was one of those weeks) up for more info.
Apparently, there was a terror cell across the street from my place. Police had tried to get in , but the front door had been booby-trapped. Can you tell that I'm a sound sleeper? I didn't even hear the explosion. In any case, they were waiting for back-up, and I was on my way to my appointment.
Then my customer canceled. Hm. I couldn't go back to my place, didn't feel like going to Utrecht for the office, and I had a concert later that night in The Hague. So I grabbed my laptop and settled down to do some work at my favorite cafe downtown.
I wasn't worried yet. Till David (the ex) started calling me with news. And more news. And I started running around the corner to an electronics store every half hour to catch my neighborhood on the news. Rumors were flying high, the whole place was supposedly full of explosives, tanks were on their way to The Hague, and all I could think of was "my ferrets are still in there".
When you hear about stuff on the news, it is always condensed - I never realized how long such a situation can last. I spent the whole day in my cafe, not working much, being updated mostly by phone. When it was time for the concert, we were still not allowed back home, so I went out. Afterwards, I continued calling the official police hotline, to see what
was happening - no info, no news. The terrorists had been taken into custody, but apparently a robot was now inside, checking for explosives.
I had the choice of groveling to my ex for a place on his sofa, or sleep in a public sports hall. My ex was not amused - things were not going well between us, and suddenly I am forcing him to break our agreed-upon off-time. He even called the victim hotline himself, thinking it was a ruse to stay at his place - what did he take me for?!
Next morning, we were back together (funny how that works), but I was still not allowed back home - the situation had been diffused over night, they had stormed the apartment, but I didn't have my passport with me in order to get through the police lines. I was finally allowed back in later that night. The ferrets were fine, by the way.
The next week, there was media everywhere. Everyone was discussing our neighborhood, we were declared a "probleemwijk" - a problem hood. Which is ridiculous. It was mixed, with many working class Dutch, and there were never any problems at all - till a handful of terrorists made it so.
Right now, I am wondering if something like this will happen again. I am wondering when this kind of hatred will stop - from both sides. As I was re-reading "Drifters", I realized this was an age-old problem. Maybe it is up to our generation to solve it. Maybe it will only be solved in another 200 years.
I grew up in the peace movement, and I know my parents' main fear was of the a-bomb. Now, our greatest fear is of terrorist attacks. Me, I am scared of both sides. Bush's politics scare me as much as terrorist bombings. I am hoping for a peaceful solution during this generation - I won't be around in 200 years.