reply to post by Hellish-D
I do appreciate your messages. Really.
You see, I was 5 years old when I arrived in Africa. My friends were black abyssinians (Ethiopia). I learnt how to speack Amharic (Their langage). My
father was a doctor. The race was really not a concern. For me.
I discovered racism at school, for the first time, when one of my supposed friend, a black, told me "go back home, dirty white" !
Well ... You must know that Ethiopia has NEVER been a colony.
So, as a white, I was in no way an occupier.
I was only a white man, son of a white man healing the black people.
I remember this day like a shocking and not understandable event.
In me, there was this question : "I do not hate them, why do they ?"
To day, many years after, beeing retired, I consider sometimes the idea of going back in Africa, to help some village with my know-how.
I think it's better "to teach how to fish than to give a fish".
But in me, there's the echo of that guy.
"Go back home, dirty white".
I Know, it's stupid.
But I don't want to be the proy of that new national sport in many African countries : the White's hunt. So, they won't have neither my sweat, nor
You think that biological evidences tell us that the differences between men are peanuts. It's maybe true.
But honestly, WHO CARES ?
A black man once, gave me this revelation : I was a White Man.
Who cares the biological, scientific, rational evidences ?
I think that if we had an "Independance Day event" (extraterrestrials invading earth), we would maybe be united against those denying our right to
live. But so far, as human racial groups ( I don't speack of individuals, able to be friends of lovers despite the race difference ) our relations
can only be based on domination, or hate, or despise. Killing the master has always been the upmost act of revenge of the slave.
When things come to that point, no religion, no civilization, no friendship, can stop it. And ... unfortunately, I'm on the master's side of the
It's not paranoïa. My eyes are only wide open.