Some days I can feel it more than others. Today is one of those days. The sideways glances and whispered comments revealing feelings of suspicion. Sometimes it is hard to be an immigrant, even here in the United States. Even though I've been in the country for many years, days like this colour how I see things - or perhaps remove the false tint and reveal the true hue of those around me. I feel like I just don't belong.
That sneaky feeling that all of the friendliness and sense of belonging projected from co-workers and neighbours has just been a sham, a trick, a shallow cover over how they really feel. It hurts to know that beneath the surface there is still a core of judgement and suspicion of all things Canadian.
I heard the scorn on the radio this morning and fear that I will hear it all day in expectation and for the next week in resentment: "It will warm up this morning, but not for long, as colder weather will be in Colorado this evening - a Canadian cold front is moving in."
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