the First time I thought of that man called me the nigger/negro/chimp/etc. I was 13 years old. This was in 1987 and my family had and, like many others at the time, a separate room in the house dedicated to a solarium.
My reaction to become as brown/black as possible. In the winter of 1988 I was on the brunaste in my life and knew me strong. I would show them. Show that I gave a damn.
It was with the winter in the solarium, but I have since the time would have been as dark in skin as possible.
I know the sake of having had the personal strength of all the other times I personally have given these our and racist comments.
I am culturally completely Norwegian with half the genmaterialet from Africa. This has through the years been a trigger for the people to endless many times to say: "You are straightforward, you, you can not something that you are negro, but all these other jævlane...". This has killed a bit of me each time, and affected me much more, more than I have been proven in the last approximately 30 adult years of mine.I've let fear control Debate
I wept a whole day in the garden after I heard an audio recording in The Daily of the final 8 minuttane to George Floyd. They fortvila the voices of the brave forbipasserande as trygla: YOU KILL HIM! STOP – CHECK YOUR PULSE!
the Cold is unbearable and unfathomable. The experience that a human being is worth less or closer to zero worth. Fy fuck, so it gets burnt into the marrow, bone, musklar and joints.
On Instagram the other day with I past a text where it said: "Can't everyone just be nice to each other?". It I've read before, said before, and so on. But in the context we are in now was so utrueleg strong. Could we try hard on this now? Be nice to each other? For me, this also means to be generous with all that has tråkka wrong, but would like to change, and to forgive them who sincerely regret the statements made or the bad vitsar.
It happens violence and extreme injustice to the people in all countries, in all over the world, every single day. There I have seen hit me so violently with this, in a city far away, is likegyldigheiten. Mordaren called not, he saw not the angry, he could just as easily had a kaffikopp in hand and been at work as normal. In every way this was a picture on it become. George was just worth less. His life, whoever he was, meant nothing.
I have managed me well in my life. But I have seen, after the last 10 days, how much I have put a lid on and how much pain all of the words and the racist can I have been experienced have shaped me. How hard I have tried to forget.
That we in 2020 have to say that "black lives matter" is so incomprehensible that I negeren with dialect, it is difficult for you to write it. But it takes a concerted effort godheit, and for a colour blind future in which there are the you are on the inside that means something.
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