There were times when I nodded, others where I thought "Hmm ...", and others, I wonder "how?" ... Rightly, he said that children from immigrant can not be judged as Cameroon or Moroccans, though they have never set foot in the country of their parents, they do not know their culture or yet the language. They were born and raised in France. So why ask "where have you REALLY?" We still have the choice, the right and freedom to choose our nationality and not be constantly sent to our origins, near and far. But I also know that as we put the question to Métis, blacks, North Africans what their origins, especially if we have European origins, no one asks. You never asked me what were my origins other than African. If I have Portuguese and German origins, the better for me. In fact, it takes me more for a Caribbean ... It's not because we're all Africans (or origin) that we want to live in the same building. I know the Angolans and former Zairian would not do that ... Once the holidays, I remember that we had interviewed a manager HLM (for The Know Law or Special Envoy, or something like that ) and he said "We do not put whites and blacks in the same building because they do not want to. We will not put a Serb and a Croat on the same floor!" I was surprised by such logic. The fact that Blacks and Métis frizzy hair the défrisent, that does not mean they want to look like Caucasians. This is just to facilitate the passage of the comb (I know what I mean ...). The fact that Blacks and Métis are not Animists or very little, it does not mean that they have forgotten their origins. Religions are personal, not a question of culture. The South African may be Hindu, Muslim Mozambican and Ethiopian Jew.
Quote, p. 108 "Besides, in Europe, even the Métis are black, while in Africa they are white." In 2002, when I went with my mother "mission" in a remote province of Angola (Moxico), she went to the "on" in the city ... I went with it as there was yet the sun and from 18h, you could not see further than his nose. I followed her. But she wanted to go fast, so I lost sight of. In Lwena, we did not lose. The city has the size of a village of dolls. I was going at my pace when a group of young men noticed me and started shouting "hey White! Come here!" I had already lived in Portugal during the neo-Nazi wave of 1992 when the skinheads did not impeded more than that to torture some "tanned". I learned to defend myself when you call me a "black". But I was not prepared for what one calls me a "white" ...
