Changing Country, Changing Color

AN AFRICAN-AMERICAN LADY from Brooklyn grew up in the projects, the tough way. She used her ambition and intelligence to improve her circumstances, gaining admission to an elite university and pursuing a career in corporate management with her law degree. her first visit to Paris was in 1975 while i college, and she returned twenty years later to to live permanently, working as a representative of an American company. She's been living there since,and has no intention of returning to the United States. She likes the way she's treated by the French. Back in Brooklyn, she grew up tough, acted tough, and surrounded by tough, became tough. She and her homie gangstah bitches ruled the fair sex side of the 'hood. They never had to wait in line for anything. The white babes backed off, every time. Every African-American knows what honkies deny in America: in America, white folks are afraid of black folks. Lingering vestige of hundreds years of ill treatment have inculcated within the white world a knowledge of the anger engendered within and ingrained throughout black America. We feel their pain, and their anger, and are afraid of possible repercussions, which we have so often seen and felt. It is the price we in America pay daily for being the most racist nation nation in human history. In France, she says she tried the same bullying tactics which worked so well in America, but instead of being met with capitulation, the French well dressed French babes in high heals were having none of that shit. She was promptly backed off, and told exactly where the end of the line was. white France earned her respect, and got it. She likes it better that way, likes respecting rather than shunning her peers of a different race. its refreshing not to be treated simultaneously as an outcast and an object of fear and loathing. The French respect cultured, educated people, regardless of skin color. Beginning in the nineteen twenties jazz age, artistic African-Americans have expatriated themselves to France in droves. Am american brain drain. The French love jazz, American music and art in general, and welcome the influx. richard Wright, author of "Black Boy" and the 1940 classic "native Son", about life in the Chicago ghetto, said that while living in the United States he felt as he were carrying a corpse on his back, no matter where he went. In France, the corpse was gone. No, France is not some color blind multi-cultural mecca of color blind virtue and tolerance. they have their own version of far right wing populist nationalist anti-immigrant activism, their own version of the Trump movement. Bu its only fifteen percent or so. In France, to be an immigrant is not to automatically be relegated to second class status. The french are indeed cultural elitist, culturally demanding. But if you bring intelligence and education into their country, you earn their respect, you have a chance. It is common among many American conservatives to assert that "we don't want America to be more like Europe than it already is". As is often the case, they are dead wrong.