Perhaps it was the underlying venom that caused their hearts to momentarily remit with such pain, then subsequently harden in an enclosed shell, impenetrable to the unforgiving, harsh cruel world that had spawned and moulded their existence. . Perhaps it was this venom that tipped the scale of their hearts and so turned them. Infecting their brains with paralysis of reason, the same malignant force , that so devoids racists from reality and empathy. The serpent spoke with such audacity and plain conviction that the occupants of the taxi did not know how to react, “ what do you mean WE ? ” , he spoke with the same hatred and blind ignorance that erected the Berlin Wall, that induced genocide , murder , rape and pillage. That had caused so much grief and had fuelled so much hatred, that had been the philosophical inspiration that misery had built upon for as long as man could remember his past. Discrimination , intolerance , oppression. Theese words have contributed nothing to man throughout the vicissitudes of time , bar negativity and loss, leaving him in a worse state than he was found. Try telling that to a Glasgow cabbie as he alienates two young asian youths in the back of his cab. He also expects a tip as he holds out his hand at the of end of what the occupants would understate as an uncomfortable journey to say the least.

The young asian youth, kindley obliges by leaning forward with a strange uncomforting smile on his face, he looks the cabbie right in the eye, then leans forward tilting his head forward slightly, he opens his mouth simultaneously summoning a strange sound and then proceeds to spit in the cabbies hand, a great big dirty one ! “Not bad” He remarks to himself in a modest self critical tone.. “You dirty Paki bastard”, the cabbie exclaims with a look of combined disgust and contempt, his surprise and confusion of emotions and how to react next are exacerbated when the other occupant of the vehicle , slumps back down into his seat. The cabbie’s last glimpse is a picture of himself with a slit throat, a dark and light red mess across his neck and growing ever larger with blood erupting everywhere.

“Well that’s what the rascist Bastard get’s eh”, one of the youth’s says . “Aye that’s what the cunt gets for murdering my brother. , That’s what he gets for abducting him on his way home from school, that’s what he gets for being the fucking skinhead bastard who’s been tormenting my family for the past ten years, and that’s the cunt I’m going to spend the next 20 years for, contemplating and savouring the cold sweet dish of revenge. His speech turns to thoughts. His existence unsuccessfully tries to grasp reason and mortality, the concept of time and the minefield of morality. But true to his words all he can do is record with glee for the next twenty five years, how he got revenge of the person who abducted and killed his little brother …..

By h Mali.k