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Being a mzungu

Originally posted on Finding Nyumbani:
I’ve never been a racial minority before. Now, I want to be clear that I’m using the word ‘minority’ with a small ‘m’ not a big one. I’m not at all suggesting that my experience…

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Dear Torrence: My Bullying Story

In response to the heartbreaking racist bullying incident at a particular school in Newfoundland… Dear Torrence, I don’t know you. You don’t know me. I’ve never been anywhere near Baie Verte, N.L. I’m a 25-year-old white woman in Quebec City. … Continue reading

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“They think we don’t like them, so…”

Two conversations I recently had that seem to shed some light on race in Quebec: A Québécoise woman in my choir carpool was describing an interaction she recently had with a stranger who was black. It was a row over … Continue reading

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Beautiful it is, multicultural it isn’t. (1 of 3)

I covered a “cultural diversity festival” this week in downtown Quebec City, which means now is as good a time as ever to write a post about diversity in this city…or the lack thereof. The festival had plenty of high … Continue reading

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Welcome to Addis Ababa

Addis Ababa, or at least what I’ve seen of it so far, reminds me of the suburbs of St. Petersburg. A sprawling expanse of city peeling, fading, softly falling apart, the occasional brightly coloured signs–often for English or computer classes– … Continue reading

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OK kids, let’s learn radio scriptwriting!

Last week, my work week got off to an unusual start. I arrived in the big blue bus at eight o’clock, yes, but that was where the similarities with other weeks ended. I was surprised to see another expat– a … Continue reading

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Is it possible to do any real work in this country?

When you reach a place where you find out that you have white skin…this is a discovery, a sensation, a shock. I had lived for twenty-five years without knowing about that skin. A hundred children play in the courtyard of … Continue reading

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