To the Romanian Nay Sayers

I hate to put this out there because I love Romania, but there are some very jealous, mean people in Romania among the gracious ones. Some of them are on my blog.  I get mean messages from them, and I have stopped approving what they say so Romania won’t be shamed by the meanness that comes out of them.  Romanians want to put their best food out there for the world to see.  I feel sorry for the gracious Romanians who have people among them who act the way the people who have been sending me messages act.  These people who send messages want to go back to Communism.  They want to go back to moldy salami and stale bread being the only thing available to buy in the store.  They want to go back to a choice of no hot water or no heat in the winter if you live in the apartments. They must be so young that they were not the ones doing their homework in coats, hats, gloves, and every bit of warm clothing they could muster.  They want to go back to the times when Securitate (the secret police) picked people up with the duba (a special van) in the middle of the night taking them away to never be heard from or seen again.  They want to go back to the times when Securitate put people in dry swimming pools with no food, no place to use the bathroom, no bed to sleep on, no water, with several other people for days until they died.  They want to go back to hiding a heater if you had a heater in your house because it was against the law. They want to go back to living in sewers or living in the mountains without electricity or water and trudging through the mud.  They want to go back to carrying water up 10 flights of stairs because the elevator isn’t working and the water won’t get up to their apartment. They want to go back to everything broken, to broken buses that didn’t run so they had to walk across town in the snow to work.  They must have been born after the revolution or forgot what the Communists did.

Yes, I saw what happened when privatization happened too. I was there.  They want to blame privatization on the other countries, but what I saw, they did to themselves. I saw how the farm boss was trying to cheat everyone out of everything in the village where I lived.  It was not the foreigners who were putting people out of their homes, but the Romanians themselves.  I saw many, many people put out of their homes, but it wasn’t the first time because the Communist put people out when they came in too.  I saw the news publicize that Romania had an aids epidemic, but it wasn’t aids. It was hepatitis.  They were just trying to control people through the news.  Perhaps they were looking for blame for the hepatitis epidemic, but didn’t want to point the finger at themselves, and the other countries had aids, so they changed it in the newspaper from hepatitis to aids, but inoculated me for hepatitis.  The doctors told me it was hepatitis, not aids, caused by the water problems in Romania.  I saw man’s inhumanity to man in Romania, but I didn’t take part in it. I tried to stop it. I tried to protect people from themselves and from others.

If I can’t speak Romanian, then how did I go to the newspapers when my friend was on a hunger strike to save everyone’s apartments in the village?  He sat there day after day petitioning for everyone to be able to buy their apartments, but the farm boss was cheating everyone, and even refusing to sell these people their apartments. The farm boss was not a foreigner. He was Romanian, and ex Communist leader. Those are the ones you have to look out for because they are ruthless.  The farm boss was going to let my friend die rather than let the people buy their apartments.  I went to the newspapers and told them because I knew something had to stop it all.  The reporter came and wrote a story, and after the story broke, the farm boss had to give in and sell the apartments to the people who lived in them, and my friend could eat.  If I don’t speak Romanian, I wouldn’t have understood the culture enough to shame that farm boss. We don’t use those kinds of tactics in other countries. Shame is a Romanian way of doing things. That is why there are Romanians who have tried to shut me up when I try to tell the people what happened after the revolution,–because of shame, but I am not trying to shame Romania. I am trying to help the world so they don’t do it again.

I knew a man who even set himself on fire almost killing himself trying to get an apartment so he and his pregnant wife wouldn’t have to live under a bridge in the cold winter snow.  I met him after he got out of the hospital.  Neither he nor his wife spoke English. It was another Romanian who caused him to set fire to himself, not a foreigner.  I saw the children living in the sewer and tried to coax them out to go to the children’s home, but they refused.  Life was better in the sewer than at the children’s home.

The people speaking against me say that I couldn’t have worked in Romania, but I did.  Here is proof:

I received one of these every year for eight years when I taught at Lucian Blaga University.

My Romanian was so good and I helped so many people that I was offered Romanian citizenship, but I refused. I saw what the Romanians were doing to one another.  I went through some of the worst times in my life in Romania. It was so bad that I wanted to run screaming from the country, but I didn’t because there were people who needed me there.  I wanted to help as many as I could.  I was scared to become Romanian.  I knew that the Communists had taken people’s houses under Communism, and they were taking people’s houses again because Communism fell. My American passport gave me a certain amount of immunity to things like that, and I wasn’t about to put myself in anymore harm’s way.  As it was, the people tried to take my house and put me in the snow anyway, but unsuccessfully.  I will write a blog on how I got a house in Romania later.  There are good people in Romania, but they have been through some really hard times, not because of what other countries did, but because of what they have done to themselves.  There is a reason Brahms Stoker wrote Dracula–people like Dracula still exists in Romania, not literally, but figuratively.  There are good people in Romania, but when I left, I let myself be taken out of Romania because I felt like everyone was just trying to take everything I had, and I was lucky to get out with the little I got out with. I was cheated out of most what I owned. It didn’t stop me from loving and caring about Romania because I knew that there were also good people there who didn’t deserve the nonsense the others dished out.

This letter was handed to me when I left.

I did everything I could to help as many people as I could in whatever way was possible for me. I wasn’t in Romania to hurt anyone, and I still don’t want to hurt Romania.  I love Romania. I have many good friends there. If the nay sayers on my blog saying all these bad things to me could meet me and get to know me, they would be ashamed of what they have been saying to me.

Romania is a beautiful country.  Romania has a beautiful language. When you drive through the villages, you feel like you are in a fairy tale.  Romanians give out flowers and cakes.  They dance. They sing. They cook wonderfully! The church buildings are a marvel to behold.  I hate to see the mean, jealous people bite and chew at the others like they are doing on my blog, but that mean jealousy is the dark side of Romania.  They can’t stand to see anyone else do well.  I have a good friend who told me if she sold her house, she would go in and break everything in the house before anyone else could move into it because if she couldn’t have something, she didn’t want anyone else to have it either, and I was surprised because she is a very nice lady on a regular basis.

No one who speaks a second language is going to speak it perfectly, but it should never stop them from trying. There are Japanese and Korean lessons on my blogs too, but I never got one negative comment from the Japanese or Korean people about them, but there are Romanians who want to pick my Romanian language blogs and my Romanian history blogs apart. It is the jealous spirit that keeps Romania down.  They can’t stand anyone else doing well, and they think I am doing well, but I can guarantee they make more money than I do because I have zero salary.  I am just trying to do something useful and good with my time. I am not trying to hurt anyone, and I ask the Romanian nay sayers not to make shame come on Romania with your attitudes.  People in other countries don’t act that way. In fact, in most countries, people who act that way are shunned and looked down on. If these Romanians continue to bite and chew at one another, they will never make progress. Please stop. Learn a new a better way toward peace, and start at home with how you treat other Romanians.

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