Det hat som nu riktas mot Simona Mohamsson för att hon bar Davidsstjärnan i gårdagens partiledardebatt i Expressen är vidrigt. Till alla er som anser att hon är äcklig,, har sålt sin själ och borde brännas, ni borde ta mig fan skämmas.
Oh, men låt oss ta en debatt om detta Ida så ska jag förklara för dig den skillnad som du konsekvent låtsas missförstå. Och du, det pågår inget folkmord även om påståendet mobiliserar antisemitiska väljare till er. @svtnyheter
My father died in Japan in February and I could not get back.
I told exactly one American, and only because he asked a direct question at a bad moment and I have never been able to lie fast enough.
He did not say he was sorry.
He said, "You busy Saturday?"
I was not busy Saturday. I have not been busy on a Saturday since I arrived in this country.
He wanted help moving a riding mower to the other side of his garage. The mower runs. He drove it out himself. I want to be accurate here, because I have thought about it a great deal since: the mower ended that day about two feet from where it started.
We were in the garage five hours.
There was a small refrigerator out there with beer in it and one orange drink belonging to his grandson, and neither of us touched the orange drink at any point.
We discussed a shelf. We discussed a bolt for some time. Around one o'clock we spent close to forty minutes on the correct way to coil a hose, and he was wrong, and I told him he was wrong, and he told me to prove it, and I proved it, and he said "huh," and that was the end of it.
He did not mention my father once.
I had prepared for it. In my country a man in mourning is approached with fixed phrases that have been in service four hundred years, which is the entire purpose of them, and I had built mine in English over three nights. They were not good. They were ready.
I never used them. I still have them written down.
At six he said, "Same time next week?"
We did that for five Saturdays. We moved a workbench. We rewired a light that already worked. One Saturday we sorted screws by length, which is not a job. That is somewhere to put a man.
In April a neighbor three doors down lost his mother.
I do not own a mower. I own a boat trailer that does not need to be moved.
He came at eight. He is coming again this Saturday.
I have not said one word to him about his mother and I am not going to.
He knows what time.