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Hey Dominicans! You too are black.

June 1, 2026June 1, 2026 Africans, blackness, Cristina Reyes, dark skin, Dominicans, heritage, Houston, Santo Domingo, six words, stereotype, too black, TX, ugly

Cristina Reyes,
Houston, TX.

I chose the six words I wish I could go around the streets of Santo Domingo yelling. I have never understood, in all my years, why the Dominican culture steadily continues to deny their “blackness.” Their children aren’t taught to consider themselves “negro” instead they are to consider themselves “indio.” The darker the skin the uglier person, the straighter the hair the prettier the girl.
I love my Dominican Heritage and I am proud to be American, but what I am most proud of is that I descended from strong and beautiful Africans that despite being subjected to the most inhumane and atrocious acts in history, their legacy can be kept alive in my face and dark skin.

The facts stop where feelings begin

March 10, 2021March 10, 2022 Africans, body, brain, Color, different, facts, feeling, John Smith, Las Vegas, mid house, Race, TX

John Smith,
Las Vegas, TX.

Races are diffrent, not only by color of skin, but by brain and how our body is built, its sad but true some races are capable to do better things then others, when the white man whas building rome the Africans where still living in mud houses, and most of them still do!

The foundation of EVERYTHING in America.

January 14, 2021 Africans, america, American LIfe, bondage, decendants, foundation, NY, Robert Rose, trafficking, Westbury

Robert Rose,
Westbury, NY

You cannot truly understand any aspect of American history, economics, culture, politics or any aspect of American life without understanding America’s foundation of human trafficking and bondage of Africans and their descendants. If you ignore this you are not serious about wanting to understand America.

I changed countries, now I’m black

December 5, 2019December 5, 2019 Africans, Black, country, hair, Indians, Kehinde, stereotypes, Yemen

Kehinde
Yemen

I sat down at a store today in the middle of Mumbai and a cute little girl about two years old was walking by with her grandma. She took one look at me and refused to come any further. I smiled at her encouraging her to take the few extra steps but she refused to budge. I put down her reluctance to pass by me as her seeing me as a strange being after all how many black africans had she seen in her life! There are black Indians but my type of black was a strange one, my hair is not curly and my facial features are very different and on top of all this she is a two year old, how much can she be blamed for not knowing that the blood that flows through my veins is as red as that flowing through hers!

The next incident that occurred was in the rest room of the Taj Hotel in South Mumbai. The facility was really nice, there were three toilets close to the lobby which we could use, I had gone with two friends. The toilets were manned by a lovely lady in a beautiful sari who took one look at my braided hair and smiled in delight, ‘nice’ she said, I said thank you in return. There were only three toilets and I waited my turn in a line, I used the next available toilet. It was clean and once you were through you had the tap opened for you by the lady in the sari who handed you a very clean white hand towel which you disposed of in a basket by the sinks. She also turned off the tap for you.

When I came out of the loo, there was still a line of ladies waiting to use the facility but there was one odd thing, none of the women would go in to the toilet I had just come out from. I thought this was odd and waited a few more seconds to see what would happen. The next lady in line just waited for the next available toilet and she promptly jumped in when another lady came out. I could not help myself and I burst into laughter, I also looked at the next lady in line who seemed to be undecided about what to do, after hesitating a bit she entered the toilet booth I had vacated!

I pondered on the actions of these women who seemed to be in their forties therabouts and who were white skinned. What exactly did they think would happen to them if they shared a toilet with me? I don’t know and I cant even begin to imagine what their thoughts are. I am not one that beats around the bush when it comes to the race issue, but my take is that for crying out loud we are all human beings!

The first incident just set me thinking about how it seems that racial stereotypes and differences may be innate and not acquired especially when you take the age of the child into consideration but I have many more examples that show that discrimination based on race or color is actually acquired the same way preference for teams in the English or European leagues is acquired. When fathers buy their children red or blue colored jersies and actively denigrate all other colors in front of their children is it any surprise that the children become avid ManU or Arsenal fans and join in trumping other teams when the opportunity arises!

The second incident I will chalk down to the humorous inclinations of the ladies in question, maybe they wanted me to laugh and they succeeded, I had a good laugh! It is ludicrous to think that some things can jump out and cling to you for life because you used the loo after someone with chocolate skin:) I sometimes say that these things do not affect me but maybe sometimes they do!

Anyway here is a toast to all the colors of the skin you can think of……………..May our skins never change, may our hearts be white, may our blood always be red and may we all live in harmony like the colors of the rainbow!
Written January 12 2010

“You don’t know me, no judging”

February 1, 2017 Africans, American, American Indian, bad influence, biological, border, born here, Brown Sugar, caramel, categories, criminal, define, illegal, judge, label, legall, names, science, skin color

As a kid, people call me brown sugar, or caramel, and think of me as a kid who crossed the border with her family illegally, because of my skin color. My family was always poor and had jobs that didn’t always keep roofs over our heads. We always ran or hid from the police and people judged us for that. Thinking that we were criminals. People would ask where I was born, and when I answered America, They would make a fuss of how I didn’t look white. This offended me because it made me think that I didn’t belong here and made me that I was a criminal and illegal like every other Mexican, according to them. They found a way to convince me that I shouldn’t play with their kids because I was or am a bad influence. Somehow, the police found out my parents were illegal and deported them back to Mexico for not having papers. Someway I will make these people know that not all Mexicans are criminals and aren’t illegal and a bad influence. I was born here and am legal. Not everybody born in The U.S.A is white. They are also colored, Asian, and like me: A Mexican. Although, we can help stop racism, by choosing right from wrong.

Race ain’t real, We are all the same

Race isn’t biologically real because people invented it to put other people in categories. Like the American Indians and Africans. They were put as slaves because they were a different colors than the Europeans. People back then believed that race was real. But today biological races don’t exist at all. The reason is because there is nothing in science or biology that proves that race actually defines who we are. Everybody is the same race. Nobody is different. Since we cannot point to something real that separates people of different races, we mustn’t look at race as a culturally defined label or something that puts people in categories.

My skin color isn’t my culture

March 26, 2015 Africans, Andrew Beer, Croats, culture, Dubronvik, ethnic background, PA, Philadelphia, Serbs, skin color, Slovenes, white male, WWII

Andrew Beer,
Philadelphia, PA.

As a white male, I am lumped together with the rest of white America, but white isn’t a culture. My family came to the U.S from the State of Slovenes, Croats, and Serbs before WWII from Dubrovnik, but no one seems to even think that I’m not a descendant of the colonial English. I have been told that it was my people that enslaved the Africans, while in actuality it was my people who were enslaved by the Ottomans. In our country, we have to stop seeing skin color as a definite sign of one’s culture and ethnic background.

All Africans are not the same.

February 2, 2015 Africans, all, Grand Rapids, MN, same, Terrell Nyangai

Terrell Nyangai,
Grand Rapids, MN.

Why me, I’m not a slave owner??

June 9, 2014June 9, 2014 Africans, European, fair, hate, NC, Pembroke, Racist, slave, slave-owner, trader, traditional, values

Jo
Pembroke, NC

Why call me racist because im white and believe in traditional values… i feel its not fair I can help what people did before my time. if so shouldn’t black Americans hate Africans for selling them to European traders also??