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January 19, 2012

France = Black?

by Kiffe Coco.


When I was 14 years old, my parents took me to see the film above. 14. My own ideas of politics, race, identity and country were still deep in the murky waters of youthful ignorance.

I was a 14-year-old Black French girl whose last name was French, but I was not Haitian. I was not  Louisianan Creole. My family did not come from the Caribbean or Africa. So how is it possible that I could be French?  Identity crisis 'r us? The idea of Black people in Europe, particularly France, seemed like an impossibility to most of my classmates. The French images that many of us high schoolers were introduced to were the stereotypical (of course): Berets, baguettes, accordions, accents like Pepé Le Pew, and lastly, white... These images totally contrasted with the brown and black faces I saw in the streets of Paris. Europe was synonymous with white, and therefore, if you were Black, you had to be from some place else. It was so frustrating.

I have a French passport. Majority of my family is in France. But here's the gotcha -- they are not black, they are white.

The film Lumumba came into my life during a time of personal frustration. The frustration of explaining to people. Lumumba validated the many complexities of my identity, even though the film took place in Africa. It was the first time I visibly and consciously saw black people speaking French, not only through my own eyes, in my own life, but on a huge theater screen.

His name was Patrice Lumumba. He fought for Congo's independence from Belgium, and was elected the first prime minister of the Republic of Congo in 1960. He stood for pan-Africanism and anti-imperialism. And this was all articulated in the language of my father, my language too. Though ironically enough, my relationship with Europe was not through the story of colonization, but from the other side of the coin -- my relatives, my family, were from the "imperialist" nation.

Lumumba sparked a flame within me that made me search for myself within the larger image of Africa, Europe and America. He helped me cross my first bridge.

I always say when a film makes you look deep beneath the surface, that's a good film.

-Sophia

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TAGS: musings, identity, France, race


May 10, 2011

Re-Imaging: Afro-Russia

by Kiffe Coco.


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I came across this article entitled "The Born Identity," featured in this month's Arise, an African international style publication. What drew me to the article were the pictures, photographed by Liz Johnson-Artur in black and white, depicting a growing community in Russia self-identifying as Afro-Russians. Their bronzed skin amidst an imposing Slavic landscape, which to me always seemed to be synonymous with pale skin and rosy cheeks, similar to the miniature Russian Dolls I played with as a child, proved to be such a powerful image of a world that is continuously integrating and colliding. However, the represented image of the beautiful collision between two different cultures holds a deeper, and at times, painful truth of what it means to be means to be Black and Russian in Russia. A target of hate crimes for a skinhead, an exotic being to a lover, a native stranger in a familiar land...

These are the images from a story that is as beautiful and perplexing as its individuals.

-Sophia

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TAGS: musings, race, identity



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