Something funny happened yesterday.
I was walking with one of my work colleagues through Central Park.
Suddenly, he says "Oh, ****
!" and rushes forward. I look straight and see a young girl lying on the ground, fighting for her life against a giant bulldog. She was about seven years old.
My friend kicks the dog away from her, tackles him to the ground and breaks his head on the asphalt. I run up to the girl and pick her up from the ground. My eyes watered because she was bleeding and crying.
She was okay though.
A police officer ran up to us and shakes my friend's hand. "Sir, I cannot believe what I have just witnessed. You are truly a hero." My friend nodded, smiling. Then, he glanced at the young girl. We all looked at her and our smiles all slowly faded away. The cop kept staring at me while I tore a bit of my tee-shirt off and bandaged her arm. I kept telling her it would be okay and soon she quit crying.
"Tomorrow," the cop said. "We'll all see in the New York Times 'A brave New Yorker defended an innocent girl against an insane bulldog."
My friend cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not a New Yorker." The cop shook his head. "Whatever! Tomorrow in the New York Times 'A brave American saves an innocent young girl from the deadly clutches of an insane bulldog."
My friend frowned. "I'm from Saudi Arabia."
I read the New York Times times this morning. The front page read:
"A heartless Muslim terrorist mercilessly beats an American dog to death."
Nice going, America.