“I became a subject of ridicule, scorn, and laughter in Antwerp, just because I’m writing books, but I refused to live the way they wanted.” – Joel Savage
Laughing takes place when something funny occurs. It can happen during conversation, celebration, events etc. According to a health magazine, laughter can support the immune system, improve blood pressure, stimulate the organs and even reduce pain. Laughter is said to be a medicine which improves health and lifts up your spirit. Surprisingly, most laughter isn’t about humor, but taunting and underestimation.
It is very bad to make fun of people, yet there are many who laugh at the handicap, old people, beggars, biologically deformed people, the sick and sometimes at people who accidentally fall. The features of the human body lead people to laugh at other people. We hear often, what an ugly face? Big mouth, big ears, big nose and other disheartening and hurtful comments.
At school, some children bully and laugh at other children. Most of these children are too young even to realize what they are doing is wrong. It’s therefore, baffles me a lot when I see adults who suppose to know more than children, doing exactly what children’s do. No child has ever laughed at me in my efforts to be a writer.
My bitter experience of becoming a subject of ridicule and laughter in Belgium was at the hands of adults, mostly females I respect most. Jealousy rules the heart of many Belgians especially in
Antwerp when they see foreigners trying to achieve something because many of them are failures.
A Dutch woman once asked me in Antwerp “You, you wrote a book?” It seems there isn’t any possibility for a black to write a book. This followed when some of her colleagues told her about my books they read online. I smiled and went away.
That should have given me a little common sense to keep away from people who underestimate other people. Underestimation is everywhere. It has got nothing to do with racism, but the blacks experience it more than anyone in every community.
Then in the same school where the Dutch teacher made that statement, my trust to the teachers pushed me further to start raising fund to publish one of my books. At a school with over fifty teachers, my efforts to raise that fund became a scene of laughter. I became a center of ridicule.
I didn’t get a cent, instead many of the teachers laughed at me to the extent that the director of the school got the information and said to me that’s very bad.