“I’ve had people say things to me like, ‘You know you can’t hang your laundry out around them because they’ll steal it.’ Or, ‘You know that there’s a king of the gypsies and they all give money to him and he lives in splendour,” says Ms. DiNovo. “Literally, everyone I mention [the Roma influx] to, I’ll hear a story. And if it’s not their story, it’s a friend-of-a-friend’s story. This is how racism works.”
Nope, that’s how living on planet earth like a normal human being works.
A handful of Roma parents grew politically suspicious of the few Hungarian translators provided by the school. (…)
Mr. St. Clair says it typically takes a year for Roma parents to realize that education is the only way their children will advance in the city. Culture Link is currently organizing an event to get Tibetan, Caribbean and Roma students to mingle after “community animosity” developed between the three groups, with some kids “bullying the newcomer.”
Welcome to the joys of multiculturalism in Toronto, where even animosity is “community animosity” and where multiculturalism is only joyous if you’re a rich white liberal who can escape back to your safe rich white liberal enclave after an afternoon slumming for tasty authentic ethnic cuisine!
Mr. St. Clair is also helping calm tensions beyond school halls. The Roma, he said, “are a little more flamboyant, they make a little more noise in their apartments because they like to party. …I had calls from neighbours who had been upset because these people played music late at night and she didn’t know how to tell them not to, so we tried to facilitate some understanding.”
And no, I am not going to start calling them ****ing “Roma.” Bite me.
Oh, look! More Hungarian criminals here, too!