A Middle Eastern colleague I worked with told me that her family is racist, i.e. anti-Black. She says when she confronts them about their racism, they say they were brought up that way and there is nothing they can do about it. Her mother says she is slightly better than her own mother because she accepts Kenyans – only because she lived there some years ago and so was made aware that Kenyans are ‘humans’ as well. According to her family, blacks are inferior to other races.
I was minding my own business in a market one day when someone greeted me. It was my colleague with her mother, who she introduced me to.
This is my hand which is black like my whole body – did my colleague’s mother notice my colour?
“So, this is the racist”, I thought to myself. I smiled, greeted her and we shook hands. However, the woman did not answer verbally. I also noticed that she had a condescending look and seemed as if she could have been elsewhere doing something better.
Did it bother me? No. I just felt sorry for the woman as her life must be a nightmare, what with seeing people of colour (brown, coffee, black and blue black) everywhere. She must feel tortured every time she leaves home considering that she lives in a cosmopolitan city and so will bump into 50 shades of black.
Even though she won’t read my post, I wish her a nice and non-racial weekend.