In the early 80s, I remember taking my kids to the neighborhood park and seeing my first muslim-garbed woman with her kids playing on the swing. I thought to myself, “Never seen this before.” And that was essentially the extent of my thought after wondering if she was hot, seeing as how it was nearly 95 degrees in the shade. I didn’t think to be afraid.
I had a dear friend at work who had met her husband for lunch at a popular restaurant about 10 years ago. When entering the restaurant, her husband inadvertently bumped a table with a muzzie and his burka’d wife sitting at it. In doing so he caused a water glass to tumble, splashing water on the muzzie wife.
After finishing their meal, my friend and her husband left the restaurant, crossed the parking lot and were saying good bye at the side of his truck when the muzzie male, who had followed them out, capped the husband, killing him and shot my friend in the gut. (she now wears a colostomy bag).
Lesson?
You see them in public...give them a wide berth! The muzzie shot the guy because he thought he’d disrespected the wife.