This is what Canada was like in the 70's specifily Vancouver and its suburbs.
When I moved to Canada the first thing I learned was the middle finger because so many people would drive by and finger you or called you Hindus, Puns and etc. Paki was a word unheard of back then. We had drive by spitting by these racist people. We have had rocks thrown at us by other school children. We had our distars taken off. Guru Ghars were small in many areas. This one paticular one where we lived was a church converted into a Guru Ghar. Every night someone would drive by throw rocks at the Guru Ghar call out names. They even tried to set the Guru Ghar on fire. I remember one Guru Ghar in Vancouver was fire bombed. It was a terrifying experience. Sometimes my mother would be alone she was the only one to care for us because in the evening my father would go to school so he could get Canadian Education. As we grew up racism started to die down. In 1984 open racism had vanished. In the hard times our people used violence. Punjabis became famous for having grass hockey sticks in their cars. In one incident a woman in a rural area bought a gun and shot and killed one of the persons that came to their farm every night and burned crosses, or their barn. The person she shot was a son of a Police man. Even police back then were racist. Because Canada is a gun controlled country racial killing with guns was not heard of. Americans are known for being trigger happy. Education is one of the biggest weapon. Educating the youg is very important. In school someone went there and told about Sikh and even tied distars of on children, this was so they would know what it feels like to wear one and that a distar is not a rag. Some people that I met after 30 years questioned me. We see a lot of Sikh people that went to school with us have taken off their turbans and cut their hair. They ask me why have I not done that. One of my biggest answers is we paid a price to keep this identiy. Why give in to people who hate us. There is a saying I come to your contry you ask me to remove my turban, cut my hair because you don't like me. Then you tell me to convert into chirstiany because you don't like my religion. At the end you say I don't like your colour, that is something we can not change so you can not make anyone happy, why should I chage my ID because at the end you still don't like me. Unfortunately US has a long way to go, France and some other European countires are no better. It is sad to see this happening to Sikhs.
One little note:
We did not teach the other community Bhangra, or other silly traditions in the Punjabi culture. We told them about Sikhi. Our traditions have made us look like a buch of people out of control.
pureee chatka...
Oh ki hunda ji?
lol it was a joke, as you must know chatka means kill with one blow......
OHHHH
I got jhatka but was struck with puree as theres no such word in Punjabi except Puris (the one u eat with cholley)
Now I get, you used Punglish :D