I Love Indian People
By Daniel Miessler on October 17th, 2005: Tagged as Culture | Rants
For no particular reason at all I just feel like mentioning how much I like, and have always liked, Indian people.
To start with, I don’t think I’ve ever met an Indian person I didn’t like. It’s almost as if having a good nature is an element of the culture. When I think of Indians that I’ve known over the years (starting all the way back in school in the Bay Area), pleasant memories come to mind in every single case.
I guess my first statement wasn’t quite right; the reason I’ve been thinking about this recently is because not a week goes by when I don’t hear conversations where Indians are spoken of in a negative way. People (especially in the South) think of Indians as mindless idiots who go around stealing jobs from hardworking Americans. They make fun of their accents, the fact that they work so hard, and anything else they can cling to. The saddest funniest thing is when these mouthbreathers try and make fun of Indians based on their Muslim faith. “They need to get out of my face and go worship Allah!!”, they’ll say.
I’m quite tired of it. Not only are Indian people good natured, but I love other parts of their culture as well. I like the fact that they are quiet. You never need to call the police to complain about your Indian neighbors, for example. I also like the fact that they have such strong family values, and how focused they are on education. I love their desire to acheive.
People make fun of the gas station stereotype, for example, but what they don’t realize is how much of an accomplishment it is. These people who had to learn Engish as a second language, and here they are thriving in a foreign land. I applaud it. And to those who are bitter, I say you’re sad little people who should be ashamed of yourselves.
To put a point on it, I think this country would be a whole lot better if more Americans were half as intelligent and motivated as the average Indian in this country. Luckily, there is a cure for the problem — books. Unfortunately, they’re like Kryptonite to so many in this country.