Sluice hatch along the Noh River near my home
Oh great, this news (via On Gaien Higashi Dori) just drove another nail into my emotional casket over whether to leave Japan. After dealing with discrimination almost daily, especially with such things in just this last week as muttered comments between two high school girls on the train about my looking like a terrorist (because I am olive-skinned and look Middle Eastern to those unfamiliar with Middle Eastern traits… always a strange and blind prejudice, considering the disproportionate number of terrorists hailing from Japan), or my newly-moved-in-next-door-neighbor closing the curtains and window to her apartment every time I walk to my front door, or a group of young men in a coffee shop blowing smoke in my face and when I asked them to please stop they, assuming that I can’t speak Japanese, even though I just spoke to them in perfect Japanese, sneered and, in insolent and insulting language told me to my face, “Go back to your stupid little country and play with the dogs like you did before you came here. You’re stinking up my space.”, now learning that very likely I will start to be required by the Japanese government to carry some sort of tracking device so that my potential terrorist activities are constantly monitored, well, the rising of the outrage meter is ticking awfully close to the red zone.
Just hope something can be done to stop this. Of course, the Japanese themselves will, as usual, not be required to participate in the whole thing.
Nothing like xenophobia and paranoia to spice up a perfectly splendid morning, eh?