It is said that the cradle of mankind is in Kenya. Twenty years ago, Richard Licky and his team of anthropologists discovered the "Tulcana Boy" 1.6 million years ago. In the years since the Turkana boys traveled the globe, humans have been dispersed and, for various reasons, known or unknown, have evolved into a diverse group. I looked up at the anthropological terms "Caucasian", "Black", "Mongolian" and a new, similar Austrian meaning; phrases created by scientists in the 17th and 18th centuries. Obviously, you can't define them without a disclaimer now, lest you know that many people disagree with these categories. Because they are important to my cololiquoy, please forgive me for using them.
I am an African, his pigmentation is dark, and in terms of racism, I am at the bottom of the food chain, or should be. I am no stranger to discrimination. He once went to a kindergarten mainly composed of Asians and Caucasians [oh, where I went]. Caucasians tend to ignore me, while Asians bully me. I have no resentment against them. It's easy to distract them or take them; they tell me that I am smarter than the average... When I left, I went to a primary school run by a group of privileged children. The post-colonial mentality is like this, the light skin is very good, and the dark skin is very poor. However, no one makes sense to me, but it is impolite to call me "black" because they think I will be insulted. I have always been a writer, I from
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Black; or rather a cross between deep mahogany and red, very beautiful. If you think that I am conceited, I must tell you that this is a compliment I often hear. Some examples; once I met this Rwandese dude who once gave me once, I thought he would say something semi-rude to some of my body parts. Instead, look into my eyes and tell me that I have the most beautiful skin he has ever seen. It's still the best compliment I've received - more is unexpected. Another time, take a bus to Uganda [they like to bleach their skin there], Ugandan customs check the passport after the customs boy, seriously looked at me and said, "Never bleach your skin!". I was a little surprised, but assured him that I would not.
What does this have to do with the racism you ask? Well, it's really simple. If someone calls me a name, they think it's because of my race, skin or general characteristics related to my so-called race and derogatory me; they can get at most a blank gaze - more It may be frank laughter. Self-hatred is the backbone of racism and not the condition of my suffering. When I think of N-Word, I think of its origins. Scientists of the 17th century referred to people of African descent as blacks. When New World settlers began to buy these people to work on their tobacco farm, they called them Negros. Most of the settlers who retain the longest tradition of slavery come from the South, and the word "black" in the southern accent may sound like... I know that I am black so I can say that, but for some people It is offensive to me so I won't.
Now, the word is given the ability to harm and reduce any dark-skinned person [and the darkness of the skin, I mean that anyone who has some black blood in their blood vessels has only one drop - even looks like them What people do]. It also gives speakers, only they are the hearts of Caucasians; a former slave or Nazi character. But for one black person to say the other is good. I am confused; is this a derogatory term? If so, why is it possible to belittle yourself, but not let others smash you? What is this strange self-hatred that continues, cultivates and values so that blacks can continue to see themselves as eternal victims, while whites indulge in eternal guilt? Slavery was abolished two hundred years ago; overcoming it already. My ancestors were never slaves. In fact, my grandfather was the leader under British rule, so to be honest, the offense of my word is absurd. Recently, a series of suspensions have appeared in football, and a Dutch newspaper has been condemned for using slang words for people of black origin. Although I don't forgive what they did while viewing the background?
I have a friend who is an African with a long-term relationship with Indians. They love each other and have children. However, Indians cannot basically meet their parents' homes. If she is Asian or Caucasian, then it's okay, but please don't be black! They don't even know they are grandparents. just now from
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