BlackSnake
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I am an African American. Who else here is an African American?
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cantdog said:Not I. And in fact, in the genealogy thread, "What's your heritage?" I don't recall seeing one respond.
You may be a rarity in the AH community.
cantdog
BlackShanglan said:*nods* Didn't take it as fascetious myself; just didn't see much response.
I'm sure I've read some stories where I thought that the characters were African-American. I'm trying to remember now. I think there was a vampire one?
Sorry. It's been too long. My feeble brain is not supporting me.
Shanglan
Couture said:I read one too. His mother trains him to be a pimp. Oh yeah, and she named him Whoreson. He pimps and then he falls in love. It was a pretty good story.
Wasn't the vampire story called "Blade"?
cloudy said:Not African American, but another minority, anyway. And, I'm brown, even.
*waves*
BlackSnake said:So, I'm not in this boat by myself, then. I was thinking of driving into downtown Atlanta, so I could see African Americans. Oh, and Atlanta supposed to be the black meca...![]()
minsue said:Sorry, hun. Des & Renza are the only other African Americans that I know of here, either, and they haven't been around much any more.![]()
cloudy said:My daughter's about a third or so African American....I think. It's really hard to figure out the heritage on both sides - tangled isn't even the word for it.![]()
BlackSnake said:As long as she is happy, nothing else really matters![]()
cloudy said:Kinda what I thought. I've never even bothered to figure it all out, to be honest. Haven't had any reason to, I guess. She's smart as all get out, and gorgeous, and has her head on right, and that's what counts.
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minsue said:Sorry, hun. Des & Renza are the only other African Americans that I know of here, either, and they haven't been around much any more.![]()
One (judging by the AV) passed by a week or so ago, posted some and then got bored with ut. I can't remember her name though.BlackSnake said:I did think that there was more African American women here, though.
Liar said:One (judging by the AV) passed by a week or so ago, posted some and then got bored with ut. I can't remember her name though.
stingray61 said:I've seen a couple of African American women here but I can't remember the nics right off hand. No offense and this is a legitimate question. Why can't you just be American. I mean have you been connected to Africa recently? I'm Irish and Choctaw myself among other things but I rarely consider myself anything but American since I have no very recent connection with either race. I mean we are where we live mostly aren't we? We are products of the societies in which we live whether good or not.
BlackSnake said:Yes, your question is legitimate. I get subtle and sometime not so subtle reminders everyday that I am different than the people around me. It doesn’t make me bitter, only aware. I am not merely an American, but a classification or subtype of American as seen by my peers, neighbors, friends, and family. In an acknowledgement, in which I am not afraid of, I chose the most correct description of my subtype; African. I am a descendant of Africans brought to America to perform labor. When I use the term black, the prefix of my username here, I am referring to the Webster’s dictionary definition: Evil; Wicked; Cheerless; depressing; gloomy; Being or characterized by morbid or grimly satiric humor; Marked by anger or sullenness; disaster; calamitous; Deserving of, indicating, or incurring censure or dishonor. I choose not to recognize my particular subtype of American with such a term or other terms that could be interpreted as less flattering.
I start my day being only the son of my father with the name given to me by my mother, until individuals recognizes that I am visually different from them and seek to communicate with in a perceived cultural dialect, “Whaz up, my man, my brother.” It is clear to me that the individuals are not being mean spirited, and they only wish to extend a warm greeting. It is clear to me that the individuals recognizes that there are differences between our American subtypes. It matters little that I was not raised in a ghetto or slum, or that the police did not show up in the neighborhood where I grew up, not out of fear, but because there was no crimes being committed that needed investigating.
It is because of the visual differences among Americans that I am not a mere American, but a subtype I choose to call African American.
BlackSnake said:Yes, your question is legitimate. I get subtle and sometime not so subtle reminders everyday that I am different than the people around me. It doesn’t make me bitter, only aware. I am not merely an American, but a classification or subtype of American as seen by my peers, neighbors, friends, and family. In an acknowledgement, in which I am not afraid of, I chose the most correct description of my subtype; African. I am a descendant of Africans brought to America to perform labor. When I use the term black, the prefix of my username here, I am referring to the Webster’s dictionary definition: Evil; Wicked; Cheerless; depressing; gloomy; Being or characterized by morbid or grimly satiric humor; Marked by anger or sullenness; disaster; calamitous; Deserving of, indicating, or incurring censure or dishonor. I choose not to recognize my particular subtype of American with such a term or other terms that could be interpreted as less flattering.
I start my day being only the son of my father with the name given to me by my mother, until individuals recognizes that I am visually different from them and seek to communicate with in a perceived cultural dialect, “Whaz up, my man, my brother.” It is clear to me that the individuals are not being mean spirited, and they only wish to extend a warm greeting. It is clear to me that the individuals recognizes that there are differences between our American subtypes. It matters little that I was not raised in a ghetto or slum, or that the police did not show up in the neighborhood where I grew up, not out of fear, but because there was no crimes being committed that needed investigating.
It is because of the visual differences among Americans that I am not a mere American, but a subtype I choose to call African American.