Every Saturday, during the regular school year, I drop off my son at the Wheable Adult Education Centre in London, Ontario, where two foreign language programs for the area are hosted. He is presently in grade nine of the German Language program. There is also an Arabic Language Program, and its population of students, not surprisingly, is much larger than that of the corresponding German program.
Because I donate my services to the German School of London website as webmaster, I usually walk my son to his classroom and check around to see if anyone in the German program needs me for anything. As I walked towards the school today, I noticed a car parked in front, hood open, a puddle of water below, and steam dissipating into the frigid air. Beside the car was an obviously distraught Muslim woman. Meanwhile, scores of Muslim students rushed into the school and nearly as many Muslim dads drove away, after having dropped off their children. I glanced over to the car to assess the situation, figured that a Muslim man would soon come to the rescue, then entered the school with my son.
Some time later, I left the school. I noticed that the woman was now sitting in her car and that the engine was running. I walked over to the car to check on the situation. The woman watched me approach but made no effort to open a window to speak with me. I stood there for a moment beside her car, feeling foolish and wondering what to do. I finally decided that if she didn't have help coming soon, her engine would seize up and she would be in a heap of trouble. I tapped on her window, motioned to her to roll it down, and she hesitantly obliged. I don't know what was going through her head. I'm not really sure that I want to know.
I asked her if someone was coming to help. No, no-one was coming. Today is one of the coldest days of the year so far, -19 ° Centigrade or about 2° Fahrenheit. It is not a day to be stranded outside.
The woman volunteered, in broken English, that 'smoke' had been coming out of her engine, and that she didn't know what to do. I explained to her that her engine had overheated, that what was coming out of the engine was steam, and that unless she wanted her engine to seize up she should turn off the engine. I told her I would help her.
I went to the office of the Arabic Languages Program in the building, explained the problem, and the woman in attendance called a custodian to help me find a bucket and some water. After I emptied about two gallons of water into the radiator, I followed the woman to a garage where someone would be able to fix the underlying problem. After I made sure that the woman and her car were going to be safe, I drove to my office which is where I usually spend my time while my son is at German School.
End of story, sort of.
I have some questions though. Why didn't any of the Muslim men stop to help the woman. Was it because she is a woman and thereby unworthy of their attention? Was it because they simply didn't give a shit? Was it too cold for them? And why didn't any of the Muslim teenagers stop to help? Many of them are of driving age and probably know much more about cars than I do. What if it had been my wife or another infidel female stranded there, would any Muslim have stopped to help?
I don't know.
What I did was no big deal. People should help each other. It's the right thing to do. I just wish that even one Muslim male had made some tiny effort to help. A display of common human decency from any Muslim would have made my day.
Sometimes I am just so damned ashamed of the human race.