Bava: Part One – Loan

In his book – that was a phrase he used a lot … for a brief while and amongst a select audience it used to be guaranteed a laugh. Like everything else in his life as a librarian it seemed that tolerance by others was booked for a limited period. His toleration of others was always on a short loan – kind of like the inertia generated by actually arriving in a place. He lost friends whenever he developed opinions or shared the ones he already had. Bava’s opinions were like oil to everyone else’s water – they caused separation.

Bava’s latest project involved researching certain groups from the past that had shared some of his opinions regarding persons of colour, people of the homosexual persuasion, and other lifestyle choices he found abhorrent. He had a hypothesis and he wanted to prove it and then he wanted write a book about it – he wanted to discuss the idea that all of these variations on the basic white male and female were evidence of alien dna being written into the human dna sequence. He knew it was a niche market that he would be appealing to but he had a feeling that at some point soon there was going to be a revolution and what was only a small group would swell to take over the world. He thought that the ideas he would expounding would be the backbone for a revolutionary movement.

He had been moved around in his present job because of what he believed in and no anti-discrimination lawyers would touch him with a bargepole. He believed that because he expressed his views in an intelligent and considered manner that he was entitled to a fair hearing – he didn’t go around attacking people. He knew no one personally that he had a problem with – he hated and disapproved on a general though specific basis; he wanted to tackle the whole problem not individuals. He denied being a racist; denied that having a large vocabulary was the only distinction between him and your average race hate candidate. His book would be his justification – it would explain everything. People would be so won over by the arguments that he presented that he would never be on the outside again.