Widely this team, few people have missed Malou Von Siver's criticized interview with rapper Greekazo that recently took place.

There is no mercy when comedian Filip Dikmen puts up a sketch to vent strong feelings about “how the media treats Swedish rapper VS. rapper with immigrant background ”, which at the time of writing has over 230,000 views.

Twitter has been joking about this frequently and someone has even changed their twitter name to "malou is canceled".

There is no mercy when Madeleine Eliza first plays a clip from Malou's interview with rapper Einár, along with her mother, followed by a clip with Greekazo, where both Malou and Anders "Arga Snickaren" Öfvergård repeatedly interrupt the 18-year-old rapper, who can never speak to the point.

There, she, Malou, sits in her pink dress from MaxJenny, questioning a young man from the suburb, trying to put him in place, acting bully and demanding that he be held accountable for major societal problems such as gang violence, crime and drugs.

There the young rapper sits, smiling gently and nervously, and I can barely see clearly on the clip. It forms knots in my stomach. This is adult bullying in national television, for the whole of Sweden to see.

The tonality between Einár and and the one with Greekazo, is by far the most crystal clear difference on how differently you are treated by society, depending on where you or your parents come from, what you look like, if you have a suburban dialect and / or what street address is dub.

The fact that it happens so openly in Swedish media , as when Jessica Almenäs states in the training pod that Husby is a messy area with uneducated girls, then apologizes and calls it "playful", is also a form of confirmation that it seems in the whole be accepted to divide society between "we and them".

We are well educated in Kungsholmen, they are uneducated in Husby.

We report on society and call it art. They romanticize drugs and gang crime.

We continue to educate ourselves, they should be grateful that education is free in Sweden. The list goes on. It is the involuntary special treatment you get when you are not named Jessica and grew up on Kungsholmen. Or Einár whose mother won a gold beetle.

During the autumn polls, the Sweden Democrats made to "Sweden's largest party".

The question is who would openly say they voted for SD. Who, for example in Stockholm, would run around and boast a brooch in the form of a windscreen on their Moncler jackets?

There is a great need to put people in pockets, whether they fit in there or not. With a Swedish father and a foreign mother it has turned out, maybe a little extra, for me.

It is everywhere, even in my everyday life. It is, in every "where do you really come from?", On job interviews, when the answer is "I am from Sweden".

In every "random check" at Swedish airports. In every "goddamn good Swedish you speak, how are you?" During a doctor's visit and also in every "what a nice Swedish surname you have!

How long have you been married? from curious college teachers. There exists in every friend who exchanged some letters in their last names, for a greater chance of climbing further in their careers.

That's the feeling some of us walk around wearing every day, but can't quite put our finger on.

It is not until now, in connection with Malou's recent interviews, that institutional discrimination is in any way embodied.

The hypocrisy is unimaginable, but constantly present.