The thing about scotland and racism is, theres this street in the city centre of Glasgow called Jamaica Street. It stands as a testement to a city built off the slave trade. There was some debate about renaming it, but it was decided that this shameful part of our history should not be hidden away.
There is another street, adjacent to it, called Nelson Mandela Place. Here used to stand the south african embassy. At a time when the UK government was calling for Mandela’s head, what seems like an insignificant act of protest was a powerful statement of intent.
There are racists in this counrty. Hundreds of them. Thousands. There always have been and there always will be. But a racist past is not an excuse for a racist future. Wanting a more equal future can never erase atrocities of the past, and no one is saying that.
My point is, you can keep walking up Jamaica Street, or you can turn onto Nelson Mandela Place.
We were never supposed to be two. There was only ever supposed to be one of us.
“I hate twins.” My mother once said to me when I was four, after seeing two identical little boys on the street. We were standing in an alleyway as she said it, I was crying because I fallen over when she bolted, still clutching my hand, and scraped my knee. She was still standing, but sort of hunched up, like it was only the fact that there wasn’t anywhere to sit that prevented her from curling up into the foetal position. Beside her, dribbling into the drain, was a puddle of the stuff she’d retched up once we were ‘safe’ in the alley.
I know this episode is one of the most hated ones in the fandom. It still has some very very good moments though. This here is one of them. In fact I personally would count this moment here as one of my favourite Castiel moments of the entire show. Because I find Misha captured Castiel feeling overpowered by the amount of emotions he suddenly feels as a human heartbreakingly well. This is the moment in the streets where he stands on the sidewalk and the busy life of hundreds of other people is passing him by and he stands almost frozen unable to sift through what it is that is flooding his head. Whether it is the smell of food from the other side of the road or the noise of cars. In that moment it is save to say it all is a bit too much for Castiel. So he is overwhelmed, not knowing where to go, where to turn, what to do, so he swallows and blinks away the tears in his eyes. And crying, though he has seen Dean cry more than once, certainly is one hell of a new experience for him. And maybe I am horrible, but I just love this moment here, because I think it truly is the only time we have seen Castiel show that much emotion and certainly the only time we saw him cry.