24 February 2012

Mischievous Thoughts on Identity

Two days ago I was in midtown Manhattan and it was Ash Wednesday
Many people with ash crosses on their foreheads moved around me. Some joking, some eating a slice of pizza and some rushing towards their office. In short, an ordinary day except for the cross.

I thought what would have happened if a woman with an obviously Islamic garb and an ash cross on her forehead was walking on Lexington.

Or a nicely bearded Hasidic man sporting an ephemeral cross on his visage.

Where is Sacha Baron Cohen when you need him?

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