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I am not an African

I am a political conclusion.
I am one of European ancestry.
I am not, culturally, an African.
I don't relate to anything cultural anywhere in Africa.
I am filled with Americanisms, by choice.
I can't call it American culture, it has no form or substance in my life other than: film.
I hate what colonialism did to Africa.
Colonialism did something to me in Africa, but it didn't make me African.
I was born in South Africa, but my mothers blood did not seep into or out of African soil.
I am not an African.

Sexual and racial politics

I'm interested in racial politics, I'm interested in how to make the situation better between the races. I am interested in sexual politics. I find my eyes drawn to those group dynamics. The rolling of your eyes when I say the word 'men' or 'black' is controlling me - you are saying that because your interests are different to mine, or because you believe one should never say these words, that I may not speak of the things that interest me. Go to your house and do what you want. If it weren't for women like me, you would not know that infibulation starts with shaving.

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Cinnamon Gurl sparked this off. Thanks. Each week the Flashback Friday: Feminist Edition will feature a story that has something to do with being or becoming a woman or feminist. This series will continue until I run out of stories. I love having guest bloggers. If you have a story you want to tell and you want to be a guest blogger here, please email me (fetsiboomsticks@gmail.c…