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Many of my bestest of best friends since the late 60s and 70s... are still my best friends.... been there and love the Nova Scotia Black News... and the sharing THIS IS MY STORY... OF POOR WHITE FOSTER CARE WHITE KIDS OF WWII GROWING UP IN NOVA SCOTIA... there were many hardships of those times.... and many of us children, regardless of race, colour, creed, religion etc. suffered dearly.... MY STORY..
This is honestly the the history of the day and of our times of Canada- as a member of the 'poor white trash in more foster homes than care 2 count- WWII baby' the town lived in... no injuns or coloureds were allowed 2 live there... could shop... but could not live there..... and poor white trash kids got 2 go 2 school (law)... always church and sunday school but sitting in the back whilst 'the' families had front pews... but we were the work animals.... we never sat at the big table in the dining room- and the parlour and living room were truly off limits... and our scraps were not as good as the hunting dogs.... we slept on the floor with an army blanket...-brought in firewood, brought up the coal and veggies etc from the cellar- and hand me downs - the dress apparel of the day... were appreciated... food... appreciated..hardship and beatings and abuse... were part of - 'life' as a poor white trash kid from foster home 2 foster home as a WWII kid.... AND.. WE GOT EDUCATED...GREW UP... AND ALL OF US CHANGED THE WORLD IN NOVA SCOTIA... AND CANADA... union, human rights and walking the talk... one step in each community at a time... this is reality.... of those days.... and the heartbreak that was the 'one' dignity of our black brothers and sisters- was Africville. glorious Africville- 4 all the poverty- there was a righteous God loving community of faith, dignity and pride .... that's how I remember Africville.... u inspired us back then... and u inspire us now. hugs and love. God bless our troops.
In our Canadian Schools... we were reading Shakespeare in Grade V... The Wreck of the Hesperus was memorized in Grade IV and in junior high and high school... we had High English, French, German and Latin.... We had math, geometry,gym, English,grammar, debating, science, geography, literature, art, home economics, history-world, industrial arts,ballroom dance-setting formal dinner walk- SOCIAL GRACES ALSO of sitting, health, manners, respect.
we had 2 line up 2 have our hands checked 4 cleaniness and teaspoonful of cod liver oil every day in elementary 4 the first 3 years.... we had skating ponds, old fields 4 ball games, races, hop scotch, marbles, red rover red rover can we come over, sack races, egg-spoon walks, plays - which we were allowed 2 write, literature, music- classical and church, we read encyclopedias by the time we were 12, the radio was the joy and down time... all could hear- no matter of $$$, race, religion, creed etc. - for all of these things... most of us grew up and changed our lives and our world- because we..just...had 2 make it better 4 each and all...
We came home and the poorest of the poor worked like dogs....and got up be4 dawn.
Our teacher Miss Brown had the ugliest and meanest old dog... and she would march (military WWII vet) in them old army boots and a stick the size of Israel and would measure our backs 4 sitting, printing and writing- and the blackboard of hell.... and u never wasted her chalk.... At Christmas the Christians who did NOT believe in gifts and Jewish etc. were givng mittens, socks, scarfs, hats and what ever else was necessary as part of the school- she used 2 say... and all kids got the same... period... and all parents quietly took them... they would dare not 2- Miss Brown frightened the parents more than us kids... if possible.
In schools - we were shunned quite often... because of our abject poverty and circumstances and that white trash foster kid of WWII- but if we were really, really good at something.... teachers started and would pay attention.... by 13yrs excelled in debate and was the best in all sports (kids; like us abused and barely tolerated white trash foster kids off and on WWII babies, just didn't care much and we either feared the world or didn't give a sheeet... unfortunately 4 me many times, I was the later)
The most heartbreaking thing 2 me on this day is that the mess that is United Nations refuses 2 make women equal 2 men and does NOT count children- and 2 many of our troops are dying 4 what??? freedom... basic dignity... human rights in the cruelest parts of the world on this day of impoverished nations...
.... and yet a great man of our times has been allowed 2 die with dignity- and we can remember loudly and quietly... Nelson Mandela changed our world one broken chain at a time- and finally... he's free at last. imho
BLOG: CANADA MILITARY NEWS-Halifax Explosion- nobody helped the coloureds of NS/White Trash foster kids of WWII/Nova Scotia our black history- Human Rights and Freedoms in Canada- Nelson Mandela-South Africa Canada Dec 7 2013
http://nova0000scotia.blogspot.ca/2013/12/canada-military-news-halifax-explosion.html
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from British Columbia... incredible document - explains all the phases
Place Your Agency Information Here END VIOLENCE TOGETHER-For The Dignity Of Every Woman
Child abuse is a crime and affects the child’s sychological, emotional, physical and social well-being.
http://endingviolence.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Child_Abuse_Fact_Sheet.pdf
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A look at the Dominion of Canada, second largest country in the world and the most prominent North American monarchy. Canada was settled by the French and English with Great Britain taking the whole area in the French & Indian War. Canada was successfully defended from the American Revolution and British, Canadian and Indian forces soundly defeated repeated invasion attempts by the US during the War of 1812. Canada came into its own under the reign of Queen Victoria and during World War I the valor of Canadian troops proved that the country had come of age with the Germans categorizing the Canadian Expeditionary Force as "shock troops". The large influx of loyalists after the American Revolution led to the legacy of Canada being considered the part of English-speaking North America most loyal, monarchist and mature. The national anthem is "Oh Canada" and the official languages are English and French. Interesting note: at the founding of the unified Canada the country was going to be called the "Kingdom of Canada" but the name was changed to "Dominion of Canada" for fear that the term "kingdom" would offend the staunchly republican United States.
Canada
FOOD FOR THOUGHT - 1960 Canada's Bill of Rights
Freedom is the right to be wrong, not the right to do wrong.
John Diefenbaker
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10153613334241886&set=a.10152685943101886.1073741826.627936885&type=3&theater
1961 Commonwealth Prime Ministers' Conference was the eleventh Meeting of the Heads of Government of the Commonwealth of Nations. It was held in the United Kingdom in March 1961, and was hosted by that country's Prime Minister, Harold Macmillan.
While Commonwealth conferences were normally held biennially, this conference was held after an interval of only a year as the May 1960 conference due to disagreement over South Africa and whether the country should be removed from the Commonwealth due to its policy of racial segregation with Malaya's Prime Minister demanding South Africa's expulsion.
South African Prime Minister H.F. Verwoerd, attended the conference to give formal notice that his country was to become a republic in May 1961 after having approved the constitutional change in an October 1960 referendum. South Africa's application was opposed by the leaders of African states under black majority rule, as well as Indian Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru, Malaya's Tunku Abdul Rahman, and the other non-white Commonwealth countries as well as Canadian prime minister John Diefenbaker due to South Africa's policy of apartheid. Canada was the only member of the old white Commonwealth to oppose South Africa's application. The "Keep South Africa In" group included Britain's Harold Macmillan, Rhodesia and Nyasaland's Roy Welensky, Australia's Robert Menzies and Keith Holyoake of New Zealand.[1] Canadian prime minister John Diefenbaker proposed that South Africa only be re-admitted if it joined other states in condemning apartheid in principle.[2] Once it became clear that South Africa's membership would be rejected, Verwoerd withdrew his country's application and left the conference.[3]
Concerns were also expressed about Britain's prospective membership in the Common Market and the possible impact on trade relations between the United Kingdom and the Commonwealth.[1] The Commonwealth also expressed its support for worldwide disarmament "subject to effective inspection and control".[4]
Cyprus' application to join the Commonwealth, following its independence the previous year, was approved over the opposition of the United Kingdom which objected as Cyprus had not applied for membership prior to independence as had been customary. Cyprus' President, Archbishop Makarios III, joined the conference once the decision on his country's membership was made. The membership application of Sierra Leone was also accepted and became effective upon its independence on 27 April.
This was the first Commonwealth conference in which one of the heads of government was a woman, Sirimavo Ratwatte Dias Bandaranaike, who was also the first female prime minister in the world.
https://www.revolvy.com/topic/1961%20Commonwealth%20Prime%20Ministers%27%20Conference&item_type=topic
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How To Cope When Sexual Assault Dominates The News Cycle
Moderate your exposure and know when it’s time to unplug.
#MeToo. It happens the same way every time, whether it’s Bill Cosby, Woody Allen, Roger Ailes, Donald Trump and now Harvey Weinstein: A woman will come forward with accusations of sexual abuse, and then many women will come forward and suddenly sexual assault dominates the 24-hour news cycle. It’s everywhere you turn. Your social media timelines are filled with news stories and women sharing their own accounts in solidarity. Celebrities come forward. Hashtags spring up. It seems impossible to escape; at the salon, the bar or work, people are talking about your worst nightmare.
As a woman who has been raped and assaulted (on more than one occasion), whenever a sexual predator dominates the news cycle I simultaneously rejoice that sexual abuse is being exposed and feel sick remembering my own. On the one hand, I’m overjoyed light is being shined on the darkness that lurks in the hearts of some of the men occupying the highest positions in society. On the other hand, the survivors’ accounts echo my own so closely. It evokes a wellspring of emotions, memories and sensations that remind me of ghosts I’d rather forget.
I’m not alone. In fact, with one exception, every woman I know is struggling right now, just look at the hashtag #MeToo to get an idea of the scope. Getting through a day without triggering your PTSD can feel like traversing a laser tripwire grid and for most of us, living in a Wi-Fi-less cave isn’t an option. Over the years I’ve gathered a massive toolkit to help me cope and it occurred to me it might be helpful to share for all the women (and men) struggling to cope.
I’m not a therapist. I’m a survivor. Here’s how I survive:
1. You aren’t overreacting. Stay away from anyone who suggests you are. PTSD is absolutely real. Get rid of toxic people who belittle it or question your truth. Trauma isn’t rational. It lives in the body and just because you can understand why you’re feeling a certain way, doesn’t mean you can magically change how you’re feeling. My therapist always reminds me, “Post-traumatic reactions live in the emotional brain which manifests in the body.” For me, it usually feels like anxiety or panic. I’ll have knots in my stomach, and it feels like an elephant is standing on my chest. Everyone’s experience is different; start noticing what physical reactions you’re having to reading accounts, these can be cues that you’ve absorbed too much.
2. Don’t judge yourself. In my experience, recovering from trauma isn’t a linear process. You’ll be swimming along just fine for days, weeks or even years, and out of nowhere, an emotional rip tide strikes, and it’s a struggle not to go under. This past week I swung from feeling empowered to feeling dirty to sobbing in the shower to rage all within an hour. Forgive yourself for being bonkers. It’s natural. Every time you go through a cycle like this, if you can stay open to whatever is coming up and give yourself (and ask for) the support you need to get you through it, it’s an opportunity to slough off another layer of emotional scar tissue and explore deeper levels of healing.
3. Therapy, therapy, therapy. If you are grappling with complex emotions brought on by latent memories from past trauma, I highly recommend working with a professional if you aren’t already. Therapy is a great place to begin having a healthy relationship with your self. My therapist is a godsend. She’s helped me with the feelings of guilt that I had: I either didn’t do enough or I brought it upon myself. She’s helped me with my feelings of being unlovable, broken and feeling like “damaged goods.” Not only can she help me restore some balance between the rational and emotional parts of my brain, she can also call me out on my negative patterns and point out when I might be reaching for an unhealthy coping mechanism such as men, booze, shopping or sex to soothe my soul.
4. Have a plan. The Weinstein story triggered repressed memories for me that caught me dead in my tracks. Luckily this time, I had a plan. I didn’t always. Veterans know what it’s like: You can be walking along, going about your day and suddenly you’re right there with the smells, the sounds, the lighting, the physical sensations… and you’re no longer here. My therapist and I came up with a plan for what to do when I’m suddenly not in the moment but overwhelmed with sensations from another time and place. She has me sit down in a chair and plant my feet on the ground. I’ll describe how my bum feels touching the chair. Then I’ll pick a color and start naming items in the room that have that color in them, breathing deeply into my belly while I do so. This helps me reorient myself in space and time. That’s my little technique; I suggest you work with a professional to come up with a plan designed just for you.
5. Knowledge is power. Of the many books that have been helpful to me in terms of understanding how trauma impacts the body and the brain from a scientific perspective, my favorite is, The Body Keeps The Score by Bessel van der Kolk. If you can only read one book about the subject, I’d say read this—Bessel van der Kolk offers tangible and innovative solutions to recovery as well as explaining what’s going on physically. He explains it perfectly, “Trauma robs you of the feeling that you are in charge of yourself, of what I will call self-leadership…” he says, “The challenge of recovery is to reestablish ownership of your body and your mind—of your self.”
6. Self-care. Speaking of self, your first priority is making sure you feel safe and protected while the media cycles. Take it from a recovering addict, your vices might protect you in the moment, but you’re still going to have to deal with your stuff eventually. Do your best not to reach for the quick fix, but I don’t judge you if you do. We do what we have to do. It’s easy to be blindsided by emotional baggage if you’re just plowing through without any self-awareness, so write about what’s coming up in a journal. Take a bath, play some soothing music, drink some tea. Make sure you’re eating well. Cry. I went to a museum with my best friend. Go for walks in gardens or on the beach. Play with your kids or nieces and nephews. If you need a health and wellness day—take one. If you’re feeling totally overwhelmed, reach out and get professional help. I cannot emphasize the importance of having a professional guide you through processing post-traumatic reactions—it’s too much to do on your own.
7. Put the mask on first. You are no good to your friends, your kids, and your community if you’re falling apart. As Gandhi said, “A drowning man can’t save others.” Before you share your story online in solidarity, before you reach out to other women, before you do anything for anyone else, make sure you’re taking care of yourself first. This is particularly true for those of us working in media and politics and can’t turn the news cycle off. We become the story. Set boundaries with your time and what you’re willing to share. No job is more important than your mental health. Moderate your exposure and know when it’s time to unplug.
8. If you feel inspired, share your story. Great power and solidarity comes from opening up about some of our deepest wounds, fears and shame. There is the expression, “Your secrets keep you sick.” and sharing your story can be immensely liberating. But I urge caution when you do so. Recognize that speaking out might open you up to attacks from the heartless, faceless Garbage Pail Kids who lurk online. They’ll tell you you’re trying to get attention. They’ll call you a lying tramp and worse. Reading other women’s accounts might enrage you and trigger memories you’ve suppressed. Tread carefully. Retraumatization is real. Understand that individual and institutional reactions to your story can cause even more damage if you aren’t prepared.
9. Support other women.* All of them. Even women you don’t necessarily see eye to eye with politically. Sexual assault isn’t a partisan problem and if ever there is a movement all women should stand united on, it’s this one. Resist the urge to be contrarian just for the sake of it. Call your sisters, girlfriends, aunts and see how they’re doing. Have a girl’s night. Stay close to one another. It’s also good practice to get out of your own head and see how someone else is doing.
*Sexual assault isn’t a gender specific problem. Many men have experienced trauma, and ideas about masculinity can make it even harder for men to come forward, so don’t belittle their accounts just because they aren’t female.
10. You don’t owe anyone, anything. Details. Stories. Explanations. Attention. Emotional support. Nothing. Surround yourself with love and joy and laughter and compassion. Stay close to people who love you and far away from people who don’t understand what you’re going through, they’ll only make it worse. You don’t need to share your story just because everyone else is. You owe it to yourself to do what’s best for you. That’s it.
11. Compassion, compassion, compassion. Forgive yourself for whatever you’ve had to do survive and whatever it takes now to do so. The best advice anyone ever gave me was to treat myself the way I would treat a child that was hurt and scared. Would I shame that child? Would I tell her to get over it? No. You would hold the child with compassion and make her feel safe. In trauma recovery that’s what you learn how to do—recover your whole self—the parts that dissociated when you were abused or assaulted. We have the power to recover from our sexual abuse and use it to help other women and men trying to overcome theirs. We have a voice. We have choices. We have influence. We have the power to recognize that just because we are victimized, it does not doom us to a lifetime of being a victim.
Reclaim your whole self and let her know — you got this. She’s a survivor and in this moment, she’s safe.
Need help? Visit RAINN’s National Sexual Assault Online Hotline or the National Sexual Violence Resource Center’s website.
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/how-to-cope-when-sexual-assault-dominates-the-news_us_59e4ec1de4b02e99c58358b9?utm_campaign=hp_fb_pages&utm_source=women_fb&utm_medium=facebook&ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000046
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RACISM IN AMERICA- CARIBBEAN NATIONALS JUST DONT GET IT?
(comments are incredible and wonderful)
Racism in America…. Caribbean Nationals just don’t get it?
Caribbean immigrants who arrive to the United States are often shell-shocked by the palpable presence of racism. What is all the more surprising is that these tensions are more so perpetuated by African-Americans. Before an immigrant can experience the strife and joys of the States, they are frequently discouraged, or should I say, warned. Warned that success will most certainly be harder for them. Warned that things are different ‘here’ and that the color of your skin has in more ways that one already set them up for failure.
Living in the United States as a person of color immediately affiliates you as African-American. You’re on the black team now, and as such, may find yourself in situations where you are scrutinized by other black Americans for your racial ignorance. The whole world has been touched by the angst of inequality and prejudice (including the Caribbean) but African-Americans appear to have the hardest time moving forward. Other nationalities, while heavily conscious of their ugly pasts are not nearly as tainted. It appears that Black Americans have been so grossly affected by racism that they almost lay-wait offensive behavior.
Those of us who were raised in the West Indies did not grow up in homes where race was a common topic of discussion. I never heard anyone call another person the N-word, and I never once distinguished my friends by their race. Some time ago, when I received a friend-requests from an old classmate, I was a tad bit surprised that she was Caucasian. When I reminisced on our time together I couldn’t recall her race. I always thought of her as having a lighter complexion than I, but I never thought of her as white. Growing up, we didn’t place each other in different racial categories. She was just on the lighter end of what I then considered the same color spectrum. I guess that ‘out of many one people,’ stuff does ring true. Our forms don’t request racial demographics. There are no “white” neighborhoods and our third world problems consume any possible room one could have for crimes driven wholly by hate. At best, socioeconomic class is all that truly separates (not segregates) a Caribbean nation.
While at a dinner function, I needed to reconnect with a member of the staff whom I met briefly. The hostess came by and asked me to describe the person with which I spoke. I said “he’s a short black guy with large framed glasses.” I got quite a few snarls and my companion leaned in and pinched me, as if to say, I can’t believe you just did that. When I asked “what?” She replied, “you just said the black guy.” Apparently it came off as offensive. Why? I don’t know. The gentleman is after all black. How is it more appropriate to say African-American, we don’t say African Caucasian or Anglo Caucasian. What’s so wrong with saying someone is black or white?
Another thing out of character for the Caribbean American is the assumption that race is the most likely rationale for a qualified African-American not getting a job. While I will not dispute that prejudices- whether they be racial, socioeconomic or sexual orientation- do influence the decisions of stakeholders, I’m not so quick to gesture toward the color of my skin. Too often, I see persons point to their inner arms, implying to fellow African-Americans “you know it’s cause she’s black.” Maybe she didn’t get the job because the other person is more qualified, more personable, or gels in more with the team. Maybe it was her race, but why jump to that conclusion first?
African Americans also have a keen and often unwarranted sense of racial awareness. You see, I can be at a restaurant and never once notice that my table has the only number of black people in the establishment. I would have enjoyed my meal, engaged in great conversation, and left a healthy tip, without having noticed that “we didn’t get straws with our water,” or that “the other table didn’t have to ask for their bread.” I’m not looking for racial discrepancies and as such, I don’t find any. Perhaps I am naive but what good is it to have this kind of heightened awareness? I never realized SNL didn’t have a female black comedian until the show’s scrutiny received media attention. I never noticed because I don’t need the cast to be dark-skinned to feel connected. I don’t find the situations any less relatable because a traditionally black person (I guess Maya Rudolph isn’t black enough) wasn’t on screen. I just don’t pay as much attention to these things because it first requires that I acknowledge myself as different from those on screen.
The Formula
You don’t have to live in your past to ensure you’ll never forget it. Choosing to err on the side of pleasantry doesn’t make you any less prepared for the worst. It does however, in its own self-proclamation make the unpleasant more likely. The psychological technique of autosuggestion can be described as the manifestation of persistent thoughts into tangible outcomes. It more or less dictates that if you think on any one thing often enough, it will come to fruition.
If you go into any setting with preconceived ideas of how it will be, chances are your expectations will be met. Don’t consume yourself with negative thoughts, even when hateful persons prove them warranted. You’re adding fuel to a fire that should have long been extinguished. We simply cannot move on from a past that we ourselves continue to perpetuate.
By no means am I suggesting that one ignore racist acts or persons. I am suggesting that instead of looking for racism in every act, slur or interpretation, that perhaps your outlook would be a bit brighter if you instead let it find you. We can change the course of our future if we desist from breathing life into acts of discrimination. It is not, nor will it ever be acceptable. However, we can remain conscious of the reality and fight to bring backward ideologies to an end without continuously perpetuating it in our own lives.
We don’t have to go looking for racism to know that it exists. Let’s not take the burden of that expectation into every room, setting or conversation with us. Hopefully, one day my children will live a life as blurred of race as mine was. Until then, I pray that the disparities that still separate us today will continue to dissolve.
http://aidanneal.com/2014/06/29/racism-caribbeans-just-dont-get-it/
COMMENT:
I’m a Canadian born black woman whose parents and grandparents were born in Canada (as far back as the late 1800s). Being around other black people, there was a cultural clash at times. In high school, it wasn’t very nice when they’d ask me questions like, what kind of food do you Canadian people eat, you Canadian blacks are loud, crude, drunks, you’re a Canadian black, you have no culture (this happened in college). It was even difficult for me to date black Canadian men b/c I wasn’t from the islands. I used to wonder, if life in the islands was always warm, sun, beaches, oceans, etc. was so exotic and beautiful, why would their parents trade all of that for ice, snow, and extremely cold weather? I just never understood it at all. As well, my parents were smart and very Black cultured – Mom even cooked Caribbean dishes to perfection (she learned when she was young from a man from Barbados). I used to feel kind of left out and isolated b/c I didn’t feel accepted; however, my parents taught me those kids attitudes stemmed back from what they learned at home, At our family functions, it would be straight up R&B, James Brown, and Motown, the only exception was “Hot, Hot, Hot” as the only West Indian song played at our functions.
It used to make me upset that other cultures would automatically assume that b/c I was Black – first question, “no, where are you really from” as if they were looking for me to say my parents were from the islands. My parents first applied for their Canadian passports in the late 80s and the officer was shocked to see my parents were Canadian born – she said she never saw that before.
However, with the love and support from my parents and other relatives, I learned that it was their problem (West Indians). Not all of them act that way; however, it was a trying time for me – I learned in those days that Black did discriminate against one other and they also said part of it was due to jealousy and some of them saw me as a threat. I really liked this black guy, but he rejected me (he’s also canadian born – parents were from the islands), because I didn’t have an island background, that was heartbreaking to hear; however, he got his wish – married now to a fat, dumpy, island woman who doesn’t take care of herself – be careful what you wish for 100%. My ex sis-in-law had that same mentality – thinking she was better than other blacks – who was the immigrant to our country and she’d always find some way to compete w/me for our mother in law’s affections. However, in the interim, my MIL hung around my immediate family on the first day she met them vs. her family, she barely even spoke to them. She felt a good presence with my family – and we were just being ourselves. Now she ended up divorcing her husband (my ex bro in law) and married herself a White man. She was a bit superficial – the whole time I knew her – I never even saw her real hair, always had to sport long braids and/or a weave and hated the fact she was a size 14 vs. me being a size 5 (I gained weight – this was from 12 years ago). However, people can’t make you inferior unless you let them.
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thoroughly enjoyed reading this piece. Growing up in Jamaica, I went to school with people from every race but the difference of our divide was mainly socio-economic. Not to say there was not racism, but skin color or ethnicity was never the most important topic of the day. This was a great read, and rings true to so many of my experiences since I have lived in America, and I have to add that most of the blatant acts of racism I have experienced are perpetuated by African Americans. YES, I said it! I see no implied superiorism in this either, we simply are of different upbringings. It is not a comparison, and gave no reason for offense, unless, as the Aidan said, “you go searching for it…”
My take on it, I will not be defined by the color of my skin, and will never allow anyone to make me feel inferior. I keep the Jamaican National Motto, “Out of Man, One People” close to my heart irrespective of who it may offend.
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racism and prejudice from african tribes, indian tribes, white prejucide- rich and poor ; asian; and middle east - since beginning of time ...and smart educated savvy folks know this from all nations ... and most important animals valued more than women in modern civilized societies until 20th century...imho
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The White Indians of Naviria- The Untold Story of The Last Stone-Age Indo European Tribes
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