While in France, I always brought an Interpreter with me when going out. While out to dinner, many times, the French would sit at another table and trash Americans.
The Interpreter would turn around and address them, telling them she or he “speaks French.” This would put a stop to it.
No? Never?
xenophobic
NOUN:
A person unduly fearful or contemptuous of that which is foreign, especially of strangers or foreign peoples.
It is not a sin if I do not like a certain Country’s people-and how they treat Americans-when on French soil-or on my Aircraft traveling to and fro.
This was not a personal attack on you. Get over it.
God Bless.
+Jesus, I Trust In You.
Love, Dawn
Whoa doggies — this thread has wondered way off topic since I last posted on it.
Now that the topic has strayed into “Xenophobia”, how’s about I stoke that fire a little more and show how the French are Xenophobic.
My personal introduction the French Culture follows:
When I was 5 going on 6, my family moved from Texas to New Hampshire. We moved into a majority French Immigrant community. The Catholic school I went to was half a day in French the other half in English. Some of the Nuns couldn’t even speak english. Most of the students I knew had French speaking parents and grandparents. A good number of them couldn’t even speak english.
Well at any rate I was put into Second Grade, yup that’s right 5 going on 6 in the second grade, a little small compared to my classmates. Well maam, my first day at the Bust Stop, a French kid walked up to me, and declared" “I don’t like you,” and punched me in the eye and gave me a black eye. I actually was willing to let this slide since I figured he didn’t know who he was tangling with.
Well then, for the next few weeks, the french kids on the bus would on occasion make fun of me. Well now they are beginning to test my temper. I am getting a little upset and angry with these French kids.
Well then while I was in the school yard one morning, a classmate of mine, walked up to me and declared “I don’t like you”, and promptly began “Boxing” my face with his fists. Yessir, his big brother was “Golden Gloves” champ, and he was learning and promptly decided my face would make a good punching bag.
Well by now I am a little fed up with these French Kids, and this kid could definately box, as I was finding out the hard way. I did not know anything about boxing. After about twenty or so punches to my face, I am really mad. I am thinking all French Kids must die and die now. So I decided in the heat of battle to put my face out there for bait, and when he punched it, I was intending to grab his arm and I had not intention of letting his arm go once I got it.
Well sire the plan worked. The kid threw a right hand punch to my cheek, after his fist bounced off my cheek I grabbed his arm and HA HA!, This french kid was going to die, and all other french kids who do the same thing are gonna die.
Well sir, I promptly began to manhandle and beat the living daylights out of him. I got ahold of his arm and never let go, the kid was helpless without the use of his arm. I however, was beating him about his head, throwing him into the wall, throwing him the ground, swinging him around, all the while my grip on his arm was like a Gila Monster that won’t let go. Yessiirreee I was going to kill him.
Fortunately for him, the Nuns came along, broke up the fight, decided I was the bad guy, made us kiss and make up. Bllllaaaahhhh.
Well the next morning I showed up at school, thinking about who I was going to fight next. While in the playground, that kid came up and started walking towards me. He came up to me, offered his hand, and declared that he didn’t know I was so strong. Well we became the best of friends after that.
Then like magic all the other french kids never picked on me again.
However, these same french kids were constantly getting into fights with kids. I would say about once a month some fight was taking place somehwere, between one of these french kids and some poor son of an Irishmen.
But to this day, some of those French Kids are still some of the best friends I have ever had. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think they are Scrappy lot. Because most assuredly, they are a scrappy bunch.
Yup just a little Culture Shock to learn about.
