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Oprah Winfrey, discrimination and the courage to speak up

You are walking through a buzzing street in a far off city. It’s your first time here but it feels like you have been here before. The buildings elegant and imposing have a nonchalance about them that is as impressive as it is intimidating. You look at the people around you. Some stroll like they have ten life times. Some look like they are practicing for the Olympics. No one seems to notice you. Everyone seems so detached, so absorbed in their own business. You pause for a moment and breathe in the air. It’s free and sweet.  

Smiling to yourself, you waltz into a shop.

Your eyes brighten up when you see her. Never before have you seen such beauty. You straighten your back and step forward. This is your chance and you aren't going to waste it.

‘Hey,’ you start quietly. She smiles and you feel your heart beating. You put your hands around your chest afraid that your melted heart will gush out.

“May I?”

You ask the guy tending her. He looks at you. He has kind eyes or maybe you imagine that he does. You are in love and you only see the good.

“No you can’t!” He says simply.

You stare at him a faint smile breaking around the corner of your mouth.

Maybe he didn’t understand what you said? Maybe he doesn't understand your language?

“That bag, the blue and yellow one!” You say. 

He shrugs.

His shoulders are rugged. He would never make it into a dance school.

Is this some joke? Is he for real? Is this a shop?

“I would like to buy that bag!” You say firmly using your hands to make the sign of a bag. 

“We can’t sell it to you!” The guy says.

There is something final about his shoulders. There is something final about his eyes.

You look at your shoes. You look at your clothes. You look at your brown skin. You want to ask why but you think you know why.

You can afford this bag. You can afford millions of this silly bag. For all you know, you can afford rainfalls of this bag.

I was struck by the ease with which Oprah Winfrey described her experience at the hands of a shop owner in Italy who refused to sell her a bag. I have always been fascinated with Oprah, not because of her billions (maybe a little bit) but with how grounded and human she is.

Finding humor in difficult topics

When I first started writing, I made a decision that I was going to write lighthearted humorous stuff about race and the art of living in a foreign country. With time, I have come to the realization that for every amusing and entertaining stuff about this topic, there are a dozen heartbreaking and torturous stories.

This naturally makes it very difficult to write. How do you laugh about something that has the potential to alienate and hurt so much?

The first time I watched that clip of Oprah narrating her experience in an Italian shop, I burst out laughing. In the moments that followed, it became less and less funny. Refusing to sell a bag to a billionaire is funny. From a purely business angle, it is probably the dumbest thing any business  can do.

But that is as far as it goes.

Refusing to sell a bag to a person because she is a woman, a man, a black person, an American, a Nigerian, a Mexican, a Pakistani, a Swede or whatever they are is not funny.

Discrimination is not funny.

And if Oprah was a regular person with a normal bank account, this story would suddenly not be funny at all. 

What is the appropriate reaction?

I have continuously questioned myself about the appropriate reaction to such stuff. A few months ago, I watched what I thought was a brilliant German/Austrian film about a butchery owner who is taken ill and has to be admitted to hospital. His daughter, overwhelmed with the running of the business hires a Congolese asylum seeker. The father eventually comes home and the horror on his face when he sees the African, is definitely the kind of stuff Oscars are made of.

He breaks into a racist tirade, cursing the daughter, the African and everything on sight. He eventually dies but his ghost is as crazy as it is hilarious. The movie plays out in a small village in the lower part of Austria where every single resident apart from speaking in the most unintelligible German dialect, could definitely hold their own in a bigots’ premier league.

When I told a friend about that film, she had a familiar reaction. A  Clipped guarded smile.

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What's happening in Germany?

                                            Part 1

foreigners in Germany

What’s going on in Germany? A friend wants to know.

“Nothing!” I tell her and feel my body stiffening.

“Are you okay?” She persists.

“Sure!” I shoot back. She chuckles off. A tired transatlantic chuckle.

Everyone knows that something is happening in Germany. E.V.E.R.Y.O.N.E.

Well, except maybe me, which is odd because I actually live in Germany. This post is my attempt to respond to this question. It is my stab at organizing my thoughts and perhaps figure out how to respond better to this question.


The 'small issue' with the Mediterenean

For a long time, stories of people drowning in the Mediterranean were like some boring reruns in the background that no one really cared about: an annoying wrestling match, a bloody kickboxing session, some obscure pseudo reality drama. We occasionally looked, but it wasn’t something that we were too keen on. Occasionally, we kept score but mostly, we wished someone would mute it out or switch it off altogether.

Every week or so, bodies were pulled out, many others disappeared into the abyss of the Mediterranean.

I remember these times very well. Many of these people drowning were Africans. Young African men or at least that is what the press continuously reported. Once in a while, political talk shows took a break from Greece and yes their economy, and discussed the small issue of the Mediterranean. The discussions, barren and abstract somehow escaped the general public. I don’t blame them. 

The rose and the wrong question

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