Tag: <span>African American</span>

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There is just no way around. We have to set our clocks back here in the U.S. and this time it’s not going to be just one hour. No, we will be setting it back by years.

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I was raised by my Grandmother, the wonderful woman who happened to be part Jewish. My Grandfather, the man I never met, died 1963, a few months before I was born. He had been sent to the concentration camps Dachau and Auschwitz; he had to wear the red triangle – like all the other political prisoners during World War II. 

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Donald Trump addressed the African American voters with the words, “What do you have to lose,” and a good friend of mine almost lost her cool; she had a few words for him that I cannot repeat and she had every right to be angry. She is African American, and she can see the ugly truth behind his laughing face. 

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Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

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I would like to eliminate the word “African American” forever. Go away word, you are not needed anymore. We are all Americans; it’s as simple as that.

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If you look at the world map, you will see that Europe is rather small. I grew up 10 minutes away from the Italian border, could drive to Germany in about 2 hours and Switzerland, Lichtenstein, Czech Republic, and Hungary were just a few hundred kilometers away. Different cultures, different languages, and different looks lived just around the corner and were rather appealing to me; it never scared me.

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I am saddened by recent events. One day I will sit down and will write about what I really think and feel. I didn’t understand it 30 years ago and I don’t understand it now…I never will. I have been born and raised in Europe, in a region that had scars all over. Scars that had been left by world war II, discrimination, racism and the hate crimes committed then. I went to school and learned about it, thinking “this will never happen again. It can’t happen again, because we are smarter, because we learned from past mistakes”.

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