African/Americans

There’s a huge difference between Actual African Americans, and blacks.

My parents are African. They immigrated here (legally) when they were in their early 20’s. I was born in the US, in the Bronx.

The fact that I can trace my roots and my culture makes me different from American black people. I also think that American black people see me as different once they find out my nationality.

American blacks like to separate themselves from Africans. They don’t see themselves as African, and most don’t even care to trace their roots.

I hate to say that as time has past, I kind of differentiate myself from American blacks. Though our experience is more the same than it is different, they don’t want to call themselves African, and I will be African until I fucking die.

I am not better, nor are they better. We really are the same. The divide is something no one ever speaks about.

I wish I knew how to bridge that gap, but the more and more older Africans (Gambians, in my case) call American blacks “neggares”, the more divided we will be when we should be lifting each other up.

It’s come to a point where black people don’t even want to be called African American anymore. It’s sad.

I am African American.

More to come.

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