Visha Mitra, a white racist

From my observation over the years, Anglo-Saxon people can never understand what “Zen” is. Never ever have I met one who knows all of these years. One reason I know is that they can never understand Chinese. Visha Mitra placed this electrical box on my property without my permission or even discussing it with me. Why? Because I’m Chinese. He thinks he can easily bully me. And also because he is white, and Anisha is white. White people always favor white people. Don’t think Ananda Marga is free from racism—it has more racism than a Christian group or a Buddhist group. This will be a dark stain on Visha Mitra’s life forever. The same goes for Ramesha, Anisha, and Tusiita. I will make sure 1.4 billion Chinese people know about this—once, twice, a million times. I will keep speaking out again and again. Even if it means having no friends here, I will uphold my moral principles. Years ago, I told Jaganat Visha Mitra didn’t want to sell his land to him. He was afraid that more Chinese were coming in, so white favoritism couldn’t stay here. Luckily, Sharadha left, and she was so smart to see things so clearly. She left because she saw so many ex-acraya here was not right. Sooner or later, it will come out what’s going on. Really, now, you can see the bad things happened here. Makes me vomiting over those ex. Gossip is the masterpiece of this small Margii group. It thrives here, and everyone competes to see who knows the most. I’m afraid of these people, especially the sisters—they never stop gossiping, no matter what. By the end of this year, I might even crown a Gossip Queen and Gossip King in this small group—or perhaps among the Katuah HOA members. Lately, I’ve been selling a house, which has drawn attention from the Margiis—especially the sisters—who keep asking whether it’s true or not. Margiis are always obsessed with knowing how much money I have. Even the acharyas never stop prying for details. At first, I thought they just wanted donations from me. But now, even after I’ve been open about it, they still keep digging. Because of this, I hide myself away. I don’t want to show my face in the group, yet they still won’t leave me alone. I’ve realized one thing: American Margiis never truly mature into real men.