I watched the Diary of Anne Frank last night til about 3 am or so and then cried myself to sleep. I had forgotten that the story I had devoured as a teenager had ended in such horror. Maybe I had just blocked it out and was reminded of the depth of the tragedy years later. I can't understand why a young girl filled with so much light, life and reflection had to face hate. My agony is a constant reminder of the mainstream reality humankind has generated thus far.

It's hard to imagine that it was only sixty years ago that a Jew was hated for being a Jew. After watching the Secret Life of Bees, it's hard to imagine that it was only fifty years ago that a black woman was hated for being a black woman. It is so utterly hard to understand why a woman has been hated for being a woman over the past few thousand years. And it is very hard to understand why I am hated for being who I am.

I will keep writing.

This is the Diary of Anjali Soi.

~ Peace ~