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Ugh

Hi there, how are you doing?

There’s been a lot of self-reflection for many of us lately, the fight for POC continues and how to act on a personal level online might be confusing, it’s our duty to act and react but I also keep my mouth shut on my instagram now. It doesn’t mean I don’t care, it’s just that for me the feed and stories have become a massive amount of people in the same place screaming so loud that you can barely hear the important voices anymore.

Been contemplating my personal experiences with racism in my childhood. It was very confusing as a kid to have a Dr Alban poster hanging on the wall in my room and a relative came to visit and said Ew, you have a black man on your wall! I put up another poster. Other relatives came to visit and my mum was making a potato gratin and asked if they like garlic – No, we don’t eat monkey food was their answer. I was so fucking angry and when I said they were wrong, they belittled me until I was quiet. Some didn’t buy pizza because the pizzas weren’t baked by Swedes, the classic comment They come here taking our jobs, our women, our everything. Us and them, I never understood it. Not saying I’ve been doing anything heroic, they did make me shut up quite often.

Picture above is from yesterday when we went out to meet our Greek friend Ioannis (every Greek, Iranian, Irakian, Persian, Kurd in Sweden was called a Turk when I grew up) for a couple of beers, Berlin is super hot the usual Berlin summer way. Later in the evening we met our friend Oskar (listen to his version of Donna Summer’s I feel love here – if you like the song, you’re going to love his version), we talked about the use of the word Turk in Sweden when we grew up, apparently there was the expression Turk shower, which I didn’t know about. It means you just splash some water in your armpits and then put on deodorant. Wtf.

I love my old country, but to see the nationalism like a tsunami drenching the country is just so awful (as in so many other countries). Germany is no better, that’s not what I’m saying, this is a reflection of growing up in Sweden being surrounded by a lot of racists up in the north, their short sentences with such hateful meanings. Ugh. I hope they are better educated these days.

3 Comments

  • Kirsten
    June 19, 2020 at 2:49 am

    I grew up in Minneapolis, Minnesota in the states. I thought we were evolved after the riots in 1967? Then I heard on a CBC broadcast that Minneapolis was known as the Johannesburg of the North, because of its concealed racism. I lived in the Third Precinct, where the police station was burned down. I have been blind. Or maybe just cowardly.
    It’s good it’s being called out globally.

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    • Sandra
      June 24, 2020 at 11:31 am

      Good for sure, thanks for sharing your story! xo

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  • Sarah
    June 26, 2020 at 9:26 am

    it’s been so interesting to see how people are reacting all over the world to this issue. I’m from the UK but living in Sydney, Australia and it’s crazy how the majority of people seem to be carrying on as normal. they’re only concerned about the bloody gyms reopening so they can get buff again. but there is such a long, degrading history of violence and discrimination towards Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people here. I find it bizarre that it’s not acknowledged more.

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