Because I can. And no one else will..at least not yet.
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Me: So, you’ve been wanting to be interviewed for a while now. Why not just get someone else to do it?
Myself: I guess I could have done that but its a bit more interesting this way.
Me: Eh, I guess. But onward we go. Let us start simply. Where are you from?
Myself: I remember once I went to work with my mom one day. I was maybe about 10. She was a teacher and at the time teaching at an elementary school on the near north side of Chicago. One of her students, named Tracy, asked me this same question, “Where are you from?” and my question to her was well what do you mean. She repeated herself again and this qualified it with some sentence which indicated that she didn’t believe I was just a black girl, that I had to be, based on my looks I guess, from somewhere other than just Chicago. It was the first time that I had been confronted with the possibility that I looked like I could be from somewhere other than the south side of Chicago. I don’t remember how the exchange continued but knowing me I am sure I made it utterly clear that I was a black girl from the south side of Chicago.
Me: Why not just say you’re from Chicago?
Myself: I do occasionally but sometimes you need to be able to make people clear on where you’re from. And you also occasionally want to rep your hood. Generally when I say “I’m a black girl from the south side of Chicago” most other urbanites be they Chicagoans or not, get it. And for those that don’t then I just qualify my statement.
Me: Qualify, how?
Myself: Well for example, when I first moved to NYC in 2001 I lived in Harlem and near the border of Washington Heights. When my hair was long and straight I was often mistaken for some manner of Latina and if I happened to speak spanish I had to convince people I wasn’t Dominican or Panamanian. All of that is all fine and dandy but its speaks volumes about people’s proclivity to choose nationality over race especially when the racial options are black and white and they are clearly not white and clearly have no interest in being black. So, when qualifying my statement I would say something like “Well I am a black girl from the south side of chicago. If you say you’re black, you’re black none of this ‘I’m dominican.’ or ‘I’m Puerto Rican’., you’re black and that’s it.”
Me: Sounds a bit harsh or judgmental don’t you think?
Myself: Judgmental certainly but it doesn’t mean I am not right or rather that the interpretation of color and thus race in Chicago isn’t a valid one.
Me: I see. Moving right along. You said you speak Spanish. Do you speak any other languages?
Myself: I speak Spanish and Portuguese generally rather fluently though my Portuguese is the stronger of the two. I speak French as well but only good enough to read the paper and make love. HA!
Me: Why?
Myself: Why not? Knowing other languages opens up your world. The fact of being able to communicate with a person in their languages mean you gain their trust and you can dig a bit deeper. With French, eh, well I was in this relationship with a French national and French people refuse to speak English, though they know it pretty well generally, so I just went ahead and learned it. Horizontal learning I think its called.
Me: So you learned French for a man?
Myself: Yea. And?
Me: I am just asking.
Myself: Ask something else.
Me: Uhhhh ok. Well what kind of work do you do?
Myself: Its utterly unimportant what I do since its not what I really want to do.
Me: Well then what do you really want to do?
Myself: write and think and get paid for it. In more sophisticated terms, I want to be an ethnographer and social entrepreneur. I like to write, research, engage and observe. I’d like to build and support businesses which use this methodology and are informed by social and sociological theory. I think. I haven’t quite worked out the part about social and sociological theory part yet. I am reading Bourdieu’s collection of essays on Cultural Production and am utterly excited about what his thinking means for the modern-day cultural production particularly as it relates to music and other art forms produced by historically marginalized people. Sort of sounds like I should get a PhD. I am semi-loosely considering it though I feel like I could do this on a freelance basis on my own. Who knows really but this is what I want to do.
Me: Quite interesting. And The Netherlands?
Myself: I struggle here. Most of it is cultural. I read this article in a Dutch newspaper which discussed the Dutch myth of innocence and I really have to degree. Dutch society lacks serious, critical self-reflection. The result is a complete and total denial of the root causes of the issues in their society much of which have to do with their own involvement. I believe this is how it has been possible for someone as ridiculous and bigoted as Geert Wilders to gain ground. While his opinions certainly don’t represent the majority of Dutch people, I’d be curious to know how much further to the right his ideas are from the average Dutch person’s.
Me: And Sinterklaas?
Myself: You would ask me about that shit. It is, in essence among the most racist cultural manifestations I have seen anywhere. What is most insulting is that intelligent, university educated Dutch people accept its continued practice without realizing that it normalizes oppression of blacks in this country. I have a friend who grew up here who when she was a child was called Zwarte Piet by a white Dutch child younger than her. She was offended and approached the child’s mother explaining how offensive and racist this was and the mother told her that she misunderstood and that she shouldn’t be so sensitive. For me what is most difficult is that Blacks here haven’t unified and risen up in protest about this.
Me: So why do you stay if these things bother you so much?
Myself: Good question. I have a good job with intelligent colleagues whom I respect in a stimulating environment. I have a work life balance which I will never have anywhere else, certainly not in the US. I am also trying to give it a chance. Long term The Netherlands is not for me but it may turn out to be Ok for the short-term.
Me: How do you manage being here by yourself?
Myself: I don’t always, really. I do have great friends here but my closest girlfriends are in relationships and I am not which makes our lives different in some respects. I spend a lot of time by myself which is good and not so much at the same time. It just is what it is. I have nearly resolved that dating someone while I am here is/will be virtually impossible.
Me: But weren’t you dating someone here though?
Myself: You’re pushing your luck.
Me: But I am almost positive I heard you were dating some African?
Myself: You and this alleged African I was dating can kiss my ass twice.
Me: So its true? Was it an ugly breakup?
Myself: A break up can only be ugly if there was something to break up, namely a relationship, in the first place. Since there wasn’t, it didn’t happen.
Me: I see.
Myself: You should drop this.
Me: You should tell the truth.
Myself: You should ask me a different question if you want this interview to continue.
Me: Geez, touchy touchy. Just a few more less sensitive inquiries. Favorite color?
Myself: Purple
Me: Favorite curse word.
Myself: Motherfucker.
Me: Favorite cities.
Myself: New York, São Paulo, Paris
Me: Favorite language.
Myself: Brazilian portuguese.
Me: Favorite author.
Myself: James Baldwin.
Me: Favorite song.
Myself: Coltrane’s “In a sentimental mood.”
Me: How do you like your wine?
Myself: Dry.
Me: Your men.
Myself: Generally black men of the Haitian or West and Central African variety. But I am currently striking against the whole of Sub-Saharan Africa.
Me: Why?
Myself: Anymore questions?
Me: Favorite thing about The Netherlands.
Myself: Being able to ride my bike everywhere oh and the OV Chipkaart. Also all apple products and oud kaas.
Me: Favorite thing about New York.
Myself: Brooklyn and my God family.
Me: What do you want most of all right now?
Myself: for this year to be over, for my life to be easier in 2010 than it was in 2009.
Me: Thanks much.
Myself: Indeed.




