' It was all of a sudden we natives against you, the immigrants '

Gepubliceerd op 26 april 2016 om 10:56

Aziz el Haddouti at for years every Monday a herring at the same stall at the Albert Cuyp market, but is there after last Monday.

9f73dde2-bb1e-4a59-97f4-3a797e686867-2.jpgLike every Monday I went with my little daughter of just two a herring eat on the Albert Cuyp. Key element, since they can eat. What I saw, however, makes me fear for its future. My Amsterdam is changing, to the hardening!

At our regular herring farmer at the beginning of the Albert Cuijp market, we were terrified by the screaming a few stalls away. A market Trader had a Turkish boy of six, seven years at the collar. He dragged him from behind his booth, shook him back and forth to the market and beat him on his face. That kid was in panic, screamed sorry and that it had been a joke.

The merchant was inexorable. More strongly: his booth neighbors came him a helping hand. A passerby who saw the scene (native), said anything about it, but was admonished by the market merchants by walking and to interfere with his own business. Goddamn it, I thought, when I saw that. I dropped my herring and ran there with the baby carriage. I said the market trader at its Amsterdam that he had to keep his legs at home.

He said that boy had tried to steal from him. I said: then do you love him and call the police. Another inflated market trader screamed that it would take half an hour before the police was there. That apparently gave them the right to treat as the LAD.

When the child was finally released, I ran back to my old Dutch herring Baker where I born Amsterdammer with Moroccan roots for years come. He said the boy had earned a few good RAPs. And I got to my head that I defend him was because it happens to be a Turkish or Moroccan twink was and that I would not do in the case of a Dutch child went.

I didn't know what I heard! This was the guy where I bought my herring for years on Monday and Saturday. This was the man with whom my daughter for the first time had eating herring. It was all of a sudden we natives against you, the immigrants. That was the last herring for me and my daughter at this man.

Let's speak to each other always continue on error behaviour!

By: Parool/AZIS EARNEST Photo: REUTERS

 

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