White African

Under mit seneste ophold i Tanzania og Kenya insisterede jeg på ikke at vise nogle billeder i forbindelse med blogpost fordi der ikke er nogle billeder jeg kan tage som vil få dig til at se hvad jeg ser, ikke fordi jeg ser noget specielt, men jeg ser, hvad jeg ser, og du har dine egne øjne. Jeg har besluttet mig at fortsætte med ikke at vise nogle billeder...derimod vil jeg fra tid til anden vise farver, som jeg finder relevante.

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.

I am in the midst of Europe - again. Here we don't have a clue about the world. We have lost every sense of relationship. Our own ideas are everything to us.