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Articles -
Mixed Race Matters
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Saturday, 16 August 1997 16:10 |
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'I stand alone in the evening shadows atop a hill overlooking downtown Amman. From this vantage point I see a skyline pitted with the green neon light of mosques whilst from the busy streets below rise the sounds of an Arab city on the move. Then I sense a lull in this stream of sounds from which emerges the sound of the meuzzin calling the faithful to prayer. Deep inside something stirred. I sensed that I had arrived and this was a moment to cherish.'
It had been a long journey, one of joy, pain and struggle. I was born 34 years ago into a mixed race English-Arab/Iraqi marriage. A father with the name Mohammed and a mother named Shirley seemed the most natural thing in the world to me.
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Articles -
Poetry
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Saturday, 16 August 1997 00:00 |
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I'm not black and I'm not white,
I'm my own colour and that's alright.
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Challenging the Concept of Race |
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Articles -
Mixed Race Matters
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Sunday, 16 March 1997 15:59 |
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I have noticed that few people mention their great-grandparents birthplace when introducing themselves. Personally, I have found it the quickest way to satisfy other people's curiosity. At different times in my life I have reacted to this curiosity with feelings of insecurity, embarrassment, indignation or amusement. I think this variety of feelings came from my inability to understand the actual cause of this curiosity.
One of the ways I used to respond to stranger's questions....
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To White People I Am Black |
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Articles -
Mixed Race Matters
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Saturday, 13 July 1996 16:05 |
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I am not a mule, although I have been known to make an ass of myself. My name is Terence Facey. I am a photographer, born of mixed parentage. I use photography as a means of documenting my search for identity.
My mother was white English, my father was a West Indian of African descent. Social attitudes at the time of my birth thirty-two years ago were such that my parents were unable to sustain their relationship and they each returned to their respective communities. In that separation, I too became divided. When they withdrew from my life...
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