"Swiss vote to ban minaret construction"
http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/europe/11/29/switzerland.minaret.referendum/index.html
Maybe it's just because I was born and raised in these United States, a melting pot of diversity so convoluted that it's hard to make distinctions between cultures anymore, but I find the Swiss people's vote against future minaret construction to be an appallingly clear display of prejudice against Muslims. As stated in this article, "[minarets] are tall spires extending from mosques or built next to them. They help identify a mosque and also serve as a spot where a religious leader can call the faithful to daily prayers." Thus, though the building of future mosques is not illegal, without the ability to build minarets, mosques cannot essentially be built in Switzerland anymore. They have stripped the peaceful Swiss Muslim population of their right to further practice religion, and really it's just a shame. Until the day comes where the entire Muslim community in Switzerland makes a clear attempt at discord and/or violence, I have to be disappointed in Swiss voters.
About Me
- Trisha
- Whenever I paint, I put my left arm behind my back, and when I'm really focused on my art, I've been told that my breathing gets heavier. Walking barefoot is my petit bonheur, and trees are the most fascinating thing on this planet. I could eat a whole jar of peanutbutter slowly by the spoonful, especially if you sit me down in front of a movie, or two, or three. Sleeping with the window open makes for the best night's rest. I like to sit on the floor, even when a chair is available, which is ironic, because I really like to design furniture. The place where the Cleveland Indians play will always be Jacob's Field, and drawing with a pencil and paper will always beat out Photoshop. Cleaning my room with music blasting makes me happy. Funny, cause I've been unanimously voted the messiest in my house. When I think of the house I will own when I'm older, it involves a library, an art studio, floor-length windows with ivy crawling up the panes, and a roof I can easily climb on. It also involves secret passageways and those creepy paintings with spyholes for eyes. My kids are getting a treehouse whether they want one or not. As it turns out, I didn’t have to swim to Europe.
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