No Swastikas
April 16 2023
The small mosque
is a squat brick building
on a corner lot
you wouldn't notice but for the cars
lining both sides of the street
night after night.
Ramadan,
and after the daylong fast
they celebrate.
No minaret
architectural flourishes.
No call to prayer
that might alarm the neighbours.
It used to be a small evangelical church;
same God
different rituals.
The building hasn't changed;
it's still homely
and in need of work.
Or, as the faithful might assert
modest
in the eyes of God.
Which reminds me of my childhood,
when our synagogue
shared space with the Lutherans;
same sabbath
different days.
So when I read about the bomb
in that Texas mosque
I thought about the families
up the street
communally breaking the fast.
About security
being an old man
greeting worshippers at the door.
While agnostics, Christians, and Jews
and even the odd atheist
were casually walking past
with children, dogs, and groceries
or eyes on their phones,
either giving a neighbourly nod
or not even noticing.
No explosives.
No spray painted swastikas.
Not even a keyed car.
It's gratifying that this is still, by and large, a tolerant country. Although “accepting”/“welcoming”/“multi-cultural” might be better words, since ”tolerant” can have a connotation of grudging and strained. We have our incidents and outliers, and borders can't contain poison, but the overwhelming sentiment is mostly ecumenical. Even the unobtrusiveness of the mosque suggests to me not a fearful people trying not to attract attention, but rather a considerate one uncomfortable with imposing on their neighbours.
I couldn't resist having some fun at my expense. The “odd” atheist, because “odd” can be taken both ways: we fall through the cracks when dividing the world by religion; and we're also free thinkers, who must by definition be somewhat eccentric!
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