In the news in Turkey is the Deputy Prime Minister Beşir Atalay with his anti-Semitic public comments.
I have lived here over three years now. I don’t usually get into the depth of conversations, for lack of Turkish skills, that would make me aware of racism here. Unfortunately, I do have one “friend” who in the past year has made anti-Greek comments, anti-Jewish comments, and most recently, anti-Kurdish comments. It’s one of those situations where I am hoping that she learns from me. If not, the friendship will eventually go to the wayside.
Thank God we have never discussed Armenians!
Of course, I am aware that these comments are somewhat common here in Turkey as racism runs rampant throughout the world.
I have little tolerance for racism, as I have let all of my readers know. I wish I could say zero, but you can see from my above situation that I do choose my battles.
I am a pure mutt! Yep, I said pure. German, Swiss, possibly Italian, and Afro-American. To me, that’s what being American is about, being a mutt.
I spent years in law school listening to stupid debates over the subject of whether white parents should be allowed to adopt black children. I heard arguments against it from both blacks and whites. I wanted to rip out my hair, stand up and scream, “You have no fucking clue what you are saying!” My opinion, loving parents want to adopt a child who needs them. I have my arguments, but suffice it to say that I see it as a most rewarding life lesson for all involved, a colorful rainbow.
I love being black. There, I said it. I apologize to those of you who think I am not black enough. There ain’t a damn thing I can do about that. In fact, I will go as far to say as I love I don’t look black. Why? Because I get the benefit, unlike other blacks, of knowing exactly who my enemies are. Whites are actually stupid enough to say things to me like, “Well you don’t look black” inferring that therefore, I must agree with their stupid racist comments in some way.
So, today, I was reading posts about the Fourth of July celebrations back home and I came across a sad but inspiring post. You can read it here. What I really liked about this story what the woman did in the situation. She handled it well. I won’t spoil the story by repeating it here. It’s worth clicking on the link to read.
Having “fat black” nephews also hit me hard. (I have many black -more visibly than me – nieces and nephews in addition to several fabulous brother-in-laws.) I had to wonder how I would respond had this happened to any of my kin.
The story also touched me in another way. After reading all she had been through, I read her byline. She is an associate professor at Rutgers University. First, Rutgers is relatively close to home. I have lots of friends who went there. But more importantly, my Turkish husband is an associate professor here in Ankara. Reading her story brought back the stories he relayed about the racial profiling he endured after 9/11, and the crap he has to go through in order to travel internationally.
Racism runs rampant in this world. If there’s nothing else I can do about it, I will help spread the word to try and stop racists from passing on their ugly ignorance.
Wishing you all the best, Brittney Cooper! You make this world a better place!
Happy Fourth! Enjoy your celebration with your family!
One World. One Peace.