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Street
Wise
by Marina Generoso
In 1985, I moved
from West London to South London. When I arrived in the Peckham and Camberwell
area, there was only one couple practicing Nichiren Daishonin's Buddhism
(and they soon left for other regions). I decided to make an effort to
get to know my new neighbourhood and its people. So, armed with a lot of
daimoku, I walked around every day to meet and talk with local people in
shops and pubs, at bus stops, and on the street.
One day, I heard
an old lady say that in her estate, people were living in a constant state
of war. Black families, white families and a large group of Italian families
were fighting one another at every possible opportunity. I asked her to
show me where this estate was, because I wanted to know why this was happening.
Being Italian myself, I was especially interested in why these Italians
were acting in such a violent way.
I soon discovered
that many of the people living in this estate were squatters and that there
was a high level of robbery and assaults. Black women were being molested
and insulted by white English men, white women were being assaulted by
black men, and the Italian women were suffering violence and abuse from
both white and black men.
I started to
chant every day that somehow this violence, based on racial intolerance
and fear, would stop. I befriended the young Italians who lived there,
and every day, over food, music, and drinks, we discussed the situation.
I tried to break through their frustration, fear and anger, and talked
to them about respect and the dignity of life. I also argued against
prejudice and intolerance of differences, but all my efforts fell on deaf
ears.
With lots of
daimoku, and fighting against my own fear of being assaulted (by going
there), I continued to spend time with them. My new friends started to
get used to my positive approach. It therefore became quite natural to
talk about Buddhist philosophy and the practice that I was doing. Some
of them were curious, some pulled my leg, but all of them heard Nam-myoho-renge-kyo
and its meaning. None, however, would try to chant for fear of being ridiculed
by the others.
Then, early
one morning, an Italian couple knocked at my door. In tears and panic stricken,
they told me that one of our friends was in hospital in a critical condition.
A group of white youths had attacked him just outside his flat. They had
beaten him violently, crushing his skull and dragging him to the centre
of the estate's communal area. He was left almost dead, with a piece of
paper attached to his chest on which they had written in his own blood
"Bastard Italians go back home." My friends were terrified. I invited them
to come inside and sit down while I chanted daimoku for our friend. To
my surprise, during the daimoku, they started to chant with me.
Later, I went
back to the estate with them. With their help, I managed to gather all
the Italian women living there. I invited them to come with me and walk
round the estate to meet the other women there, to talk to them about keeping
their men under control. The aim was to try to defuse the fear and to create
some communication among us women and our children. Some of them joined
me in this project.
I also spoke
to the guys to try to calm them down. I was especially glad to find the
two young Sicilian men who were the closest friends of the young man dying
in the hospital, since I knew they were already plotting revenge. At the
end of our emotional conversation, I managed to stop them from carrying
out their plans. But they were over-excited and didn't want to go home,
so I invited them to come with me to a Buddhist meeting in Dulwich.
The meeting
was an introductory lecture on a basic Buddhist principle given by the
local SGI-UK district leader. As my friends were full of anger and frustration,
they challenged the speaker with strong cynicism and criticism. However,
I was quite confident that what was happening that evening, in front of
the Gohonzon, was already saving lives.
At the end of
the meeting, the Sicilians invited me back to their estate for dinner with
the other Italians. Although I was very tired, I accepted so that I could
be near my friends at this terrible time. As soon as we walked into the
estate, I started feeling very uncomfortable. We entered a lift. As soon
as we were inside it, a group of black men stopped the doors from closing.
They walked in with guns and knives in their hands, blocking the entrance,
and demanded our money and clothes. My two friends also took their knives
out.
I was standing
in the middle of the lift, squashed by seven black men and two very hot-headed
Sicilians, all armed to the teeth, ready to kill each other. I could not
believe that this was happening. Maybe it was just a crazy game? They were
shouting threats at each other. I looked at them — they were so ridiculous,
they looked so stupid. My reaction was astonishing, even to myself. I started
laughing, and I laughed and laughed so loudly that everybody was silenced.
I opened my bag and said since I had no money to give them, they were very
welcome to take everything that was in it. I insisted they took the contents,
telling them sarcastically that they must be very desperate if they were
going around robbing people who had nothing to give.
I started to
throw the contents of my bag into the air, object by object, including
my dirty tissues and spare pantyliners. I threw everything I had, telling
them that I was fed up with their bullying and their stupidity; that they
were acting like a bunch of silly kids who looked so ridiculous. I laughed
at all these frustrated young men, then I looked at them straight in the
eye, and told them all to put their stupid weapons away. To my surprise
they did, and walked silently away, together with my two speechless friends.
After this event,
the women on the estate always greeted me when I walked around there. All
the women in the estate were now talking to each other and the local children
started to play together. Soon the situation there quieted down.
Today, the same
area has been completely restructured by the council. It now hosts the
large and modern sports centre for the borough. Violence and the crime
rate have, since then, gradually diminished. Racial violence is mostly
nonexistent and, between Peckham and Camberwell, there is now a large district
full of wonderful SGI-UK members.
Several young
Italian residents from the estate started chanting. Three have since returned
to Italy where they are now local SGI leaders. The couple who came to see
me that morning, and chanted with me, have returned to Sicily. They moved
to an area where there were no SGI members. Within just a few years, they
created a strong chapter in the Syracuse area with lots of districts, full
of active members, fighting local violence and crime every day through
their Buddhist practice.
For some years
now, I have been living in Dulwich Common in total safety, surrounded by
a beautiful green and residential area. My gratitude knows no bounds.
[as published
in the February 1999 UK Express (an SGI-UK publication)]
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