Dedication: in honor of Martin Luther King Jr., my hero.
"Darkness can not drive away darkness, only light can do that. Hate can not drive away hate, only love can do that."
~Martin Luther King Jr.
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"I don't date your kind."
The words had been spoken with such malice, as he raised his finger to point at the pendent on her neck.
Ziva's gut had been right. She did not like this man, not one bit.
She had met her fair share of racists, so this did not come as much of a shock to her. But she had been in America for such a short time, and already was being profiled by her culture; by her religion?
But she knew it was just one man. She should not let one racist, bigoted jerk get to her like this.
It would have been better if she could have just continued to hate in from afar. It hadn't surprised her when they found his prints on the victim's equipment… what surprised her was when Gibbs, instead of letting her go and pound a confession out of the bastard, had made her take his side. She had to defend him.
Damn Gibbs, why can't he make anything easy?
And then, she discovered he was innocent. She had to admit that a little part of her was disappointed.
Somehow, she ended up in interrogation, practically crying in front of this man. Crying. Ziva could have head-slapped herself. She had only been away from Mossad a few months and look what she had already become!
But to save this woman… she could sacrifice.
"Sarah. That is a Hebrew name," she had told him, fingering Magen David hanging around her neck. He bit his lip.
"I… I didn't know that," he replied.
And then, of all things, she went on to talk about her father. Her father! Why she was spilling her guts to a racist redneck, she didn't know.
Oh, yeah. To save that woman.
But Ziva realized something as she walked out of interrogation and left Jason Edam sitting alone. She realized that most people like him… were simply misinformed. They assumed too many things.
Jason Edam realized something that day, too. He realized that other races… they were people, too. They loved like he did, hurt like he did… cried like he did. They had families who loved them- or didn't love them- and all they want is to feel safe and secure.
They're humans, and he should start treating them like it.
A/N: So? What did you think? I was going to write something about the bar scene in Faith but I wrote it and didn't like it so I cut it out. Yes, I'm aware that MLK fought for equal rights of African-Americans, but racism comes in many forms. Plus I wanted to make this NCIS related.
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