I followed with interest a recent
story that started from Harvard University called I, too, I am Harvard.
It is in response to the stereotyping and the challenges faced by black students
or more generally, to use the controversial term ‘people of colour’. They were
indirectly protesting against the treatment they receive from colleagues,
friends, tutors etc for being black or non-white. Soon the campaign became
viral and students from Oxford and Cambridge also joined the bandwagon to
protest against the misrepresentation of blacks, particularly the thinking that
you have to belong to a particular race in order to belong to these elite institutions.
But I am afraid, it is not just
Harvard or Cambridge or Oxford where being an African or black comes with
stereotyping, almost in all aspect of life being an African as an individual, or
the continent itself are shrouded in misinformation, ignorance, mystery,
stereotyping, and at worst belittling simply because of how people look. I was once told by someone, “So black people
do PhD”. Sometimes you laugh, other times you explain, and in some occasions
you get angry. What is even more interesting is that the media sometimes
reinforce such stereotypes.
But one of the things about this
stereotyping that you find common is the thinking that Africa is a country, and
so a lot of people come to you excited that they will be travelling to Africa.
When you ask them where in Africa? They start murmuring and stammering to
figure out what you mean.
The first time I experienced this was in March 2004,
about ten years ago. I was dressed in white Babbar Riga (a traditional
attire common in sub-Saharan Africa). It was a brief visit to London at the
time, and I was trying to get a bureau de change in Oxford Street, when I heard
a voice across the road shouting “African brother, African brother”, The man crossed
the road and came towards me. “I like your dress, please how do I get one.
Can you give me your address in Africa so that I can send you the money”? My
address in Africa?? I was confused, I told him that I am from Nigeria in West
Africa. He doesn't have the time to listen to my lecture and so we said
goodbye. Interestingly he is a fellow black guy, who told me that his ancestors
were from Africa, and he has consumed the stereotype that Africa is a country.
Sometime in 2005, I was
approached by the kids of one of my friends in Sheffield. A very nice family.
The children were so happy to see me, and so was I. “We have been to Africa on
holiday”, the young kids told me. “That was great”, I responded. “But where in
Africa?” I asked. Instead of answering my question, they looked at their elder
sister, with their father watching by the side, “which part of Africa have we
been to?” after a little silence, she responded, “Gambia”.
But don’t blame the local people for not
understanding the African continent. Sometimes even the educated people, in
fact some of whom supposed to educate us, you will be shocked by their
perception of Africa. Here is the story I always laugh at when I remember. It
was at the BBC World Service when the language services introduced Premier
League commentary in local languages. And one of the best commentators, works
for the Swahili Service. He has an excellent mastery of football commentary in
Swahili, he has become a household name in his region. In fact you don’t have
to understand Swahili to know which team is performing well, and when he says
it’s a Goaaaaaaaal. Almost everyone in the African hub will stop his work or at
least smile at the skills of our friend. Then one day, one of the journalists,
in fact a senior one, asked whether our colleague could do the commentary for Hausa
and other languages. If it were possible I would have been very happy, because
that would have saved me from struggling to translate certain football terms in
Hausa language. Luckily, we had my friend Aminu Abdulkadir who came up with
such excellent terms like ‘bugun lauje” for Conner-kick etc.
But the one that remains fresh in
my memory was in the autumn of 2012. I was teaching a course on the impact of
propaganda and distortion in the media.
So I had pictures of two locations, Nairobi city in Kenya, and Harlem in
New York. As an introduction to the topic I displayed the picture of Harlem and
asked the students to identify the city. Unanimously all the students said it
must be somewhere in Africa, simply because it looks like a deprived area
populated by black people.
I then displayed the picture
which provides an aerial view of Nairobi and asked them to identify the city.
“This must be somewhere in Singapore” one of the students said. “It looks like
somewhere in California”, said another. When I asked the students why they
think Nairobi looks like California, and Harlem is somewhere in Africa. The
answer was obvious, that’s how the media represents Africa.
So if I were to
advise the black students in Harvard, Oxford and Cambridge, I would have told
them to take their peaceful campaign to the doors of the news media, for among
other factors, their colleagues think they don’t belong to Harvard, Oxford or
Cambridge because of what they see on their television screens.
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Salaam,
ReplyDeleteInteresting encounters, Doctor. I believe anybody that has lived, for more than a couple of days, in a non-Black country will have similar story (or even stories) to tell. I have also written variously about such instances I have had with people here in India. The recent one is however worth re-telling.
A very senior staff of one department in our university approached me and by all means engaged me in a chat. We have not said much when he displayed his crass ignorance on Africa and Islam with a question that: is Africa and Saudi Arabia the same country? I am sure he must have noticed my reaction, thereupon he quickly ‘explained’ further that he was curious at the religion (Islam) I practice and where I am from. Although an African (and not Indian or Pakistani), yet I practice “Saudi Arabian religion”, thus he thought Africa must be in, or part of, the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. What a world!
Besides, I recommend Shehu Sani’s book, Hatred for Black People to you. And, lastly, I suppose you wanted to write “I like your DRESS, not ADDRESS…” in your chat with that African fellow in Oxford Street.
Brilliant article!
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