You don’t come from round here

I was brought up to be inherently racist.

Black – or coloured people (as I think they were called at the time, and most of them were from the Indian sub-continent) – were dirty. So said my dad.

One day I asked him how he knew that these people who did not have a white skin were dirty. I got a lofty comment.

“I have seen them in North Africa, they live a dirty life,” he said. (This was the guy who hated getting in the bath, and grudgingly got in a shower once a week.) Cultural awareness was not his strong point.

Of course, naturally this view did not extend to people he knew personally. So if he felt the Asian market stall-holder next to us was being victimized he would stand up for him. If he met a group of West Indians in the pub, he would talk about cricket with them for hours and cheerfully buy drinks all round.

Do money and sport transcend racism? Doubt it.

I realised how incredibly racist I was one day in a car park in Newcastle. A tall rasta guy approached me. I was petrified. I looked round. There was no-one else to be seen even though we were in the city centre.

I froze.

“Hi, do you want my car-parking ticket? There’s an hour or so left and I’m going now.” Duh. Very Big Time.

I have never forgotten this moment because I realised then what an absolutely prejudiced rich white woman I really was.

But realisation is a start.

So here in Spain racism is abundant. The Moros (blacks from North Africa) get it far worse than us.

In fact all the Spaniards who come here on holiday or move into the village are ignored/given grief.

Like a lot of European languages, the Spanish for foreigner is stranger – extranjero – someone who doesn’t come from our street, our area, our estate, our village, our calle, our barrio, our pueblo, our provincia, our communidad.

When I was a kid, it was the same. Territorial disputes. You don’t come from round here.

Typical racist/extranjero criticisms:

“They steal our jobs.”
“They are not the same as us.”
“They don’t want to integrate.” (Do you want to integrate with them/us?)
“They eat differently.”
“They think differently.”
“They want something for nothing.”
“They look different.”

To me racism, or exclusion, is something more than a colour of skin. It’s a fear of something/someone you don’t know, sometimes jealousy, unwillingness to accept differences, patronisation of people who you don’t consider to be on your level, oh, and finally, just not people that we want to mix with. For whatever reason.

I accept I know very little about racism. But I’ve finally been on the receiving end of it, and that’s from a white monied educated position of someone with privilege. And I can tell you it still stinks.

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About roughseasinthemed

I write about my life as an English person living in Spain and Gibraltar, on Roughseas, subjects range from politics and current developments in Gib to book reviews, cooking and getting on with life. My views and thoughts on a variety of topics - depending on my mood of the day - can be found over on Clouds. A few pix are over on Everypic - although it is not a photoblog. And of course my dog had his own blog, but most of you knew that anyway. Pippadogblog etc
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8 Responses to You don’t come from round here

  1. Marvin says:

    Thought I would be the first to come and blog warm, a bit like house warming!I put some new music on Marvin’s today and realised afterwards I posted it on the blog, that I must have been influenced in my choice by your new Blogeroooonie title.J x

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  2. I’ve grown a thicker skin over the years, but the treatment some people get at the hands of some funcionarios (why are they nearly always women?) has got my wife’s goat big time – See here: http://pissedoffexpat.blogspot.com/My local barman tells me that all the other extranjeros in town are selling up, fed up with the treatment they get here. It’s probably the only way the racistas will learn is when their income disappears.

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  3. dog lover says:

    Thank you again for your honesty. I can say that I grew up similarly as my parents were racists as well. Hopefully our consciousness will lead us to live in a better way.

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  4. It reminds me of the point you made the other day, about not being quite as bad/black/gay/poor as someone else. And while racism against blacks is, or has been, the most extreme example of racial discrimination, it is just as prevalent among white people of different nationalities, Eastern Europeans would be the obvious example in the current (economic) climate. And for pretty much all of the reasons I stated above. I suppose I should have added ‘They’re all criminals/Mafia’ to the list above, but it was written seven years ago.

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  5. This is a great post! Thank you for sending me this link. Most people don’t seem to want to address the fact that racism is taught, no one is born that way

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    • Thank you so much. Appreciate you took the time to visit, read and comment. I tell you it was one big moment for me at the car park. Spooky scary rasta man had to be up to no good. but, he wasn’t. I need to rethink a few things, went through my head. And then I considered the learned racism.

      It’s not about ‘I have a black friend so I’m not racist’. Because it’s a societal systemic issue, it is much bigger than that. What is difficult to understand? A lot apparently.

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      • Well you’re ahead of a lot of people on recognizing the issue and more importantly, admitting it.
        I hate that argument “I have a black friend” really? You have one friend who is a minority – you have a” token black friend” which in itself is a problem and just because they ignore your racism doesn’t mean all of us will

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