As protests rock the US following the death of African-American George Floyd in police custody, Kenyan journalist Larry Madowo writes about the racism he has experienced in the country.
The front desk sent me through an open courtyard to the back of the building, past residents' garbage bags and into a surprisingly dirty lift. When I got off upstairs, my host opened the door mortified, all the colour drained from her face. I have worked in the complicated racial hierarchies of South Africa expeerience the UK and have travelled around the world, but it still stung that an American butler did not think accomplished white people like my friend and her husband could have a black dinner experrience.
That early micro-aggression forewarned me that America may be the land of opportunity for many, but it would still reduce me to the colour of my skin and find me unworthy. It did not matter that I am from a black majority African nation, people who look like me here have to negotiate for their humanity with a system that constantly alienates, erases and punishes them.
In Kenya, I may disappear into the crowd, but in America I always have a target on my back for being black. A day after investment banker Amy Cooper called the police after a Harvard-educated black man asked her to follow park rules and leash her dog, a white policeman knelt on George Floyd's neck for so long it eventually killed him. As protests broke out nationwide to demand justice for Floyd and the countless other black people who have been killed by police, I held my breath.
How could I grieve for someone I did not know? This article is one of a series about the Black Experience in Higher Education. the first of this new series of articles, which is about barriers Black students face before they enroll in college.
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This article is one of a series about the Black Experience in Higher Education. One of the first steps in closing these gaps is to realize where they begin and “We should as a country look to remedying the social and racial. This article was written by Aries Brown, an year-old African-American student at an international school in eastern Europe. It was originally written for mmy school newspaper, and has been reprinted with her permission, and that of her school.
Coming here for my senior year has been quite an experience. The most jarring: I feel like a minority. Don't get me wrong, I've been a minority before. Technically, all people of African descent are minorities in America, the place where I've lived most of my life.
Yet, this is the first time I've been aware of it. There are so few black students at my school that by next year, there's a good chance that no one in secondary will have black skin. It's not that I'm scared to be the only black person at the school; that's not really the issue. It's that there's part of black culture that has spread throughout the student population that reeks of ignorance.
I hear the N-word on a daily basis; I bblack gang s being tossed around as if they hold no other ificance than virst flick of the wrist. Students say it's OK because it's part of rap culture, which most of the student body listens to; but it's not. I hear the whispers of others making fun of my skin tone, yet I'm mocked if I wear a chain. I'm stared at by others and confronted by questions such as if I am related to another dark-skinned person in this community because "we look alike".
I am either too black or not black enough; yet no matter what, I am in the wrong.
The stares weigh over me like a thick smog, the whispers cloud my hearing, and on this campus I am left an outcast. The first time I heard the N-word was shortly after I arrived. It was after school in the secondary building's upstairs lobby. I was talking to two other classmates, and across from us, a group of peers played chess at one of the tables. Paying them no attention, I began to tap away at my computer's keyboard. I don't know what caused it, but there seemed to be a move made that provoked one of the players to voice his frustration out loud, causing him to let the word slip from his mouth.
❶But this is the first step of many. When I got off upstairs, my host opened the door mortified, all the colour drained from her face.
They don't want to fear being pulled over on the interstate, or getting reminded by parents to walk down the street without earphones so that ignoring a police officer isn't an excuse to be shot. Is it weird forst me that it is?
It's not that I'm scared to be the only black person at the school; that's not really the issue. Yet I know for a fact that if you ,y them in Southside Chicago, where my family is from, they would suddenly know better than to behave like this.
Since this was originally printed, Aries has started a student-led initiative to celebrate diversity and encourage educational discussions. Mr Loking sees Afrochella as a platform blak unite the black diaspora as they deal with seemingly intractable obstacles like this. I have to make them realise what it feels like to be called the N-word as a black person. My last name is Brown because my ancestors suffered as no-one ever deserves to. Related Topics.
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