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Blacks in Europe
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godkiller
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Every one of your posts is written through rose-tinted glasses. Poles don't throw bananas at other peoples. Only blacks. Some have a special hatred for blacks in general and the last Euro held in Poland/Ukraine reflected this fact. Blacks were abused throughout the tournament and CNN even reported on it. You saw Polish cacs making derogatory comments in the CNN comment section, worse than American cacs. That shyt made me realize how good I have it here in the USA. Your deflection tactics are inexcusable.
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Marvel
Psalm 149:5-9
Explain?
they are the hottest women I have ever seen.
I was in constanta romania for a few days and like 90% of the broads made me
yeah poland is a very racist contry,
606onit
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obstinate othering.
February 12, 2014 by nnekamarie | 3 Comments
Somewhere in-between all the hey day, thousands of adjustments, millions of failures and just plain trying to figure shyt out, five months have passed since the green light flashed and I said a resounding, “Yes!” to living my life as an expatriate.
I’ve changed addresses twice. I’ve made fast friends with people only to realize the people I befriend I couldn’t stand. I’ve quit teaching jobs (and of course, been fired, heh) and re-embraced the philosophy central behind the reason I left my life behind in the States–my comfy lifestyle with my expensive car and driving to a job everyday that I hated–slowing down enough to be present to enjoy the gifts life offers. I’ve started writing more, or should I say consistently, versus going days, weeks and months without trying to make sense of life as it unfolds with my words. I’ve cooked the most amazing meals of my life in a kitchen the size of a pantry and an oven the size of a shoebox. I’ve slept in twin sized beds so little and compact my feet dangle off the edge if I don’t sleep in the fetal position.
While so many things have changed, while various components of life as I know it, my Madrid experience as I refer to it when I’m all by my lonesome, other things have remained static, unchanging and rather, things I’ve not wanted to consciously deal with or think about so most of the time I (try to) ignore them.
The ill-fated r word: race. And it’s dear friend, the ill-fated cousin: racism.
When I was home for Christmas, many people asked me if there were many “Black people” in Madrid. So many people looked at me, doe-eyed, wanting to know if there was an inkling of people of color, people who looked like me or them. Most of them were shocked or confused (or both) when I declared there weren’t and that because I was one of the few and I was quite tall, it made me a spectacle. I found (and still find everyday) stares lingering far past the typical “Spanish stare.”
But the way Spaniards deal with race in particular is quite…interesting. They won’t come out and say really prejudiced and racist things that would shed light on the way they view other races and other people in general that are different from them. Instead they box those “other people” into these neat little categories. I suppose categories which make it more comfortable to wrap their minds diversity and enable them to distance themselves of the concept of being open to the concept of diversity altogether.
Here’s a relevant example I’ve received from Spaniards as well as fellow expats quite a bit:
There’s this neighborhood in Madrid, which, although I don’t go there often is easily my favorite. It’s called Lavapiés, also known as a vibrant, thriving melting pot of culture.
Buildings lining the street in Lavapiés on a sunny, sultry Sunday evening.
The first few times I ventured to the barrio I was in search of delicious food because the bland and greasy Spanish dishes weren’t quite hitting the spot. I’ve had delicious Indian food on a table lining the streets while languages whooshed past my ears that certainly wasn’t Spanish and enjoyed the tastiest tacos with equally invigorating margaritas in the same barrio as well.
Africans, Jamaicans, Indians and numerous other ethnicities call this barrio home. I love being in that neighborhood because there I feel less like an alien. I can look onto to the faces of people who look like me, who are clearly different, whose heritage is closely aligned like mine and for once, I don’t feel shame. I don’t feel inclined to try to ignore the racist rubs and inclinations I’m faced with almost daily.
When the subject of the neighborhood has arisen naturally in conversation with either my students or others of Spanish descent or fellow expats or even other immigrants here who aren’t those of color, they say the same sort of things. They frown up at the neighborhood. They immediately say the neighborhood is composed of immigrants, as if it is bad thing. They’ll say the area is notorious for crime and to “watch your purse and belongings” if you venture there. They’ll also mention the alleged bed bug infestation and how the buildings looks dirty and the area is dirty in general. There’s never a positive nod to the abundance of rich culture there.
And it reminds me of the same notions from back in the States. As an Atlanta native, these are the exact same sentiments I’d hear about people not going to “that part” of Decatur or Stone Mountain or Lithonia on the Eastside or anywhere on the Southside past a certain time because of course “thugs” abound. Because of course, any area where there are a lot of people of color there’s sure to be crime and it’s not safe and it’s not anywhere anyone would want to be. Right?
I used to live in Tetuán, a surburb roughly 20 minutes north of Madrid. I only lived there for three months and moving from there had much more to do with me not liking being compadres with the three cats and dogs (along with three human roommates). I got sick of cat hair being on all my belongings and also being so far from the city center. The commute drained and depleted me. But again, if you ask many people there opinion of this barrio, all negative. They’ll mention, immediately, the number of immigrants. And how the area isn’t pretty to look at. And how there’s nothing to do there. Same things said about Lavapiés.
But these notions, these reactions, these thoughts I’m continually bombarded with has me thinking: is this how I am viewed when I’m just innocently walking around, commuting on the Metro, eating on a restaurant? Are people in Madrid automatically thinking negative things when they see my face or are they already internalizing the type of person they think I am because of the media and other negative interpretations of what it means to be a person of color, to be Black, to be African?
As I’ve stated before, I’m not interested in changing any aspect of me just fit in or be desirable and to not get the rampant amount of lingering stares. But at one point or another, one has to wonder whether or not it’s truly worth calling yourself a temporary resident of a country, despite it’s beauty and slower pace of life and many, many, many enjoyable things, that in one way or another is committed to misunderstanding you, to othering you and plain out making you feel like you don’t belong.
New to the Coli,had to put my two cents in though.My parents are from Suriname,small country north of brasil and former Dutch colony,i was born in The Netherlands and was raised there.There are differences between black people themselves in Europe.Because of our diverse backgrounds we tend to stay within our cultural/language/homecountry peer group.In the US those distinctions play less of a role than in Europe amongst black people in general.We have our own language and customs,based on our African heritage but mixed with colonial influences.As far as racism goes,I would say eastern europe,parts of germany and France,parts of the UK and parts of Scandanavia are extremely racist.In general you can live a undisturbed live as a black man or woman.What makes for a different perspective is also the fact that our shared history of slavery and the countries that benefitted the most from slavery are europeans(Portugal,Spain,UK,France,The Netherlands).So most of my peers are sensitive about that stuff.Some of my ancestors got shipped to Suriname,saw the lay of the land,broke the fruck out and fought the slave owners to free as many slaves as possible and to this day the offspring of those runaway slaves live in the jungle of Suriname,they where called Marons and make up a large % of creoles(blacks) in Suriname.
mbewane
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Not so sure about that, since the US was basically built on slavery. Not saying that Europe did not benefit from it though, just not sure it benefited more than the US.
And in France/Belgium, black populations don't necessarily stick within their own peer group, Malians hang out with Senegalese, with Congolese, etc. Obviously sharing french as a common language plays a big role. What you may be saying is that on one side Africans stay together, while on the other Blacks from the Caribean (in France's case, the French Antilles) tend to stick together. Actually even people from Martinique won't necessarily hang out with people from Guadeloupe, even if they're all black.
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Ive been all around europe and had little trouble dealing with racism. if anything, I feel more accepted there than I do in come places back home.
plus the women................ they love some american nikka
plus the women................ they love some american nikka
If you grew up in Holland and travelled through Europe you know thats not true at all...I ws born and raised in Holland and have seen most of the world but blatant racism makes for a good headline,not facts and as far as Sinterklaas goes,most def racist in it's 16th century way of thinking but go to Bulgaria,Ukraine,parts of France or even southern germany and you will find nuance in your statementsHolland has to be the most blatant racist place. I grew up there and the things I would see was unbelievable.For example, every Christmas they would have a black faced, white man dressed up as Santa Claus show up at school to give us candy. They called him the word for '******' in Dutch. They paraded him around all over the city and on the news. It was cray. These ppl actually thought this was okay to do.
DIMES
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EDIT: I saw your other comments I thought you were a c00n for a second.
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DIMES
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I was told not to walk the streets of Amsterdam at night by a random citizen there while walking around around 2 - 3 am. . He looked to be in fear for my life. I looked around and looked at him likeand told him thank you, friend.
So ungrateful. Why give him that look when he Tryna look out for you??
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