White African

Am i allowed to be myself? I seem to always be objectified as something different and some-one else, than I myself feel that I am, so i cannot be myself. I cannot claim to be invisible, because I have my colour against me. I am white and per definition a white man is always visible. I cannot say that I do not have any space in society, because I have my class against me. I am middle class in a Scandinavian welfare state, where precisely this social entity has it all. Finally I cannot complain, because I have my gender against me - and if I complain I am accused. This is a very odd kind of triple-oppression, indeed.

Since I travelled to Africa for the first time - more than 10 years ago, I have been thinking about the nature of music from Africa. Last Friday evening I went to a concert with Zimbabwean Mokoomba in Copenhagens world music venue Global. I will differ from my usual concept - only writing in English . From now on many posts will be bilingual, sort of. Post in English and abstract in Danish, or vice versa . The reason is that I would like to finalise the book about "my Afican connections, in Danish. Fredag aften begav jeg mig igen til koncert i Global. Denne gang til koncert med Mokoomba, uden support eller warm-up. Det fremgik ikke af Globals hjemmeside, hvorfor. Måske var det ikke nødvendigt, eller blot tilfældigt? Klog af skade kom jeg denne gang ikke for tidligt. Jeg var der præcis kl. 22.00 - og så var koncerten allerede i fuld gang.  Det var som lovet på Globals hjemmeside - Afro pop. I U-landsnyt's kulturguide samme fredags lovede vi Afro beat, og det var m...