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My Mother was a Negro. What is wrong with being Negro? I have decided to mark Negro on the census when they send it to me. What does African American mean? I can trace my roots as far back as France but more recently Louisiana. There may be some blood from some country in Africa, but I have no idea where. When a person nationalizes from lets say, Ghana, are they African American or are they still Ghanaian or maybe Ghanaian American? What about Egypt or Morocco? In between being Negro and African American, we were and still are Black. This website uses the term Black. When will all of the identity titles end? It is tiring.
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My Grandmother was a Negro
Authored by: RedShoes on
Thursday, January 28 2010 @ 04:32 PM CST
Good for you for speaking your mind, Admin. I'm Black, and if someone wants to call me Negro, as a young Hollywood actress reportedly described then-president elect Obama, what do I care? It is all tiresome as you have said. As for African, I am not. There is an entire continent of people who are legitimately born in Africa who are Africans, period. I was not born in Africa. Neither were my parents or grandparents or their parents. It's that simple for me. It's an identity crisis as far as I am concerned. Call me fat. Call me skinny. Call me conservative. Call me liveral. I don't care. Whatever.
Authored by: Rochelle Miller on
Sunday, January 31 2010 @ 05:22 PM CST
Me, I prefer being called African American, my ancestors were brought here from Africa, once here they took everything from them, just stripped them of everything from their real names to separating the family. Worked the hell out of them and beat them half to death, put them in the same category as furniture and animals as their property, called their race everything from negress, negriod, colored, negro, to nigger now the young people think it's o.k. to call themselves niggar not! do you know how stupid that sounds my niggar it still sounds the same way it did back in the day just spelled different but, sounds the same I don't care how you say it, it's still a hot mess. Even with all the hell and torture my ancestors went through they still made it long enough to borne me now ain't that something") I use to work with this white guy and he asks me what nationality was I? o.k. first of all ya'll all know he was asking for it, so I whipped him with my mouth. I told him I was African American he said you can't be African American your not from Africa I told him my ancestors are from Africa I was born in American making me Africa American he said he couldn't go around saying he was Italian American I looked at him and said hell you white you can say your green and people wouldn't bat an eye lol, then another guy said he has a friend who is African and they don't call their self African American well duh!") they are not African American they are from Africa born and raised lol I'm not colored because that's not a race, I not negro nor am I Afro American I did rock a sexy Afro but my hair did not define who I am as a person. Now my grandmother and mother may have been negro back in the day because that was what the new race word of the day was, so me, I'm sitting here and enjoying being African American.