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Publisher’s Note:
Steven Ivory has been a music and culture journalist for more than twenty-five years. His work has appeared in the Los Angeles Times, Essence, Vibe, and The Source, among other publications. He lives in Los Angeles, California.
This article had been published on the Electronic Urban Report (EURweb.com) and the African-American Village prior to its publication here with the author’s permission in January 2003.
Steven told Tadias that Ethiopians who have read the essay have responded to him with warm words and expressions of regret.
“So many Ethiopian people have written in kindness and apology”, he said. “There is no need for this, I know that the actions of a few don’t speak for a whole race.”
We have selected this piece from our archives with a hope that it might spark a healthy debate on the issue.
My Own Kind
By Steven Ivory
For several years, I’d passed the restaurant while driving through that side of town. It looked like an interesting spot; I said I’d stick my head in there one day.
But when that day finally came, it reminded me of the scene in the movie “48 Hours,” where Eddie Murphy ventures into a bar that happens to be a white country & western joint. My arrival was not nearly as spectacular, but I did elicit my share of curious glances.
A bartender can set the mood for a patron, and the man pouring my drink was pleasant. However, our good-natured chat about the weather and the day’s headlines wasn’t enough to take the chill off this room. I casually looked around the place and couldn’t find one face that appeared to hold much love for a newcomer.
Taking another sip of my beer, I told myself that maybe it was just me. What did I expect, a welcoming committee? I reminded myself that many social establishments often react a little coolly to non-regulars. Maybe what I was feeling didn’t have a damned thing to do with anything but familiarity.
The restaurant was more than half full, but I had the tiny bar all to myself, so I was glad that two men and a woman in the mood for libations joined me. For all the acknowledgment made, though, I might as well have been invisible. When another man moseyed in and took a seat at the end of the bar, he somehow ended up in the trio’s jovial conversation. So they weren’t blind or anti-social, after all. I deduced that it had to be my cologne.
Or, just maybe, it really WAS me. And maybe I really DIDN’T come in here for just a drink and cordial camaraderie. Maybe, deep, deep down inside, I’d come in here to make some kind of point. I certainly was open to conceding as much to myself.
And so, with very little chance of my self-examination being interrupted, I sat there and gave it all serious, honest consideration – and confirmed that I truly did have honorable intentions. I figured I’d come in here, have a drink, dig the atmosphere and thus add it to my list of places to go. For reasons that evaded me, it wasn’t working out that way.
I couldn’t ignore the irony, of course – the very notion that hundreds of years later, there’d be the issue of us getting along. For many years, I’ve heard all the reasons. Inevitably mentioned are issues of culture and the idea that any problems among us are, ultimately, the residual affect of slavery in America. Did that sinister deed, besides everything else, somehow drive a wedge between brothers under God’s sun, a division that, after all these years, still remains?
And who says that we, in particular, must get along, anyway?
But we SHOULD … shouldn’t we?
Once again alone at the bar, I was pondering it all when the bartender spoke.
“My friend, may I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“Why did you come here tonight?”
I explained that I’d never been here before and I thought it adventurous to try something new.
“Just a drink? Or did you also hope to meet some of our women?”
It all sounds so offensive now, but you had to be there. His words came sincerely – out of curiosity more than anything else and, I suppose, concern. I thought about his question.
Maybe, I replied, I ventured in here hoping, perhaps, to discover some measure of kinship. Or, as corny as it might sound, just a little bit of myself.
“But it’s Friday night, my friend,” he said.
“There are many other places in this city for you to be. Would you not want to be with … your own kind?”
I know – it all could have made for some compelling banter. However, after seeking conversation over the course of two beers, all I wanted to do now was leave. I tried to pay my tab, but the bartender simply smiled.
“It is on the house, my friend,” he said.
Translation: Just leave, my friend. Please.
As a Black man born and raised in America, I’ve dealt with prejudice, racism and mistrust in many configurations. Sometimes it is subtle and other times not so subtle, and you can encounter it anywhere, from anybody. Still, it never occurred to me that I’d face any of those things on a Friday night in an Ethiopian restaurant.
From the tiny bar I gathered up my pride and headed out in search of “my own kind” – and hoped that I’d know them when I saw them.
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Ethiopians are racists…. I too had a similar experience in an ethiopian restaurant.
But ethiopians should know that ” what goes around comes around ” – Whatever you dish out will be returned to you some way or the other. Karma.
“SKIN HEADS KILL ETHIOPIAN IN OREGON”
Mulugeta Seraw was bludgeoned to death by racist Skinheads on a darkened street in Portland, Ore. Seraw, a hard-working Ethiopian immigrant, and two companions were brutally beaten in the early morning hours of Nov. 13, 1988, by three members of East Side White Pride: Kyle Brewster, Kenneth Mieske and Steve Strasser.
“Kill him! Kill him!” shouted one or more of the assailants’ Skinhead girlfriends as Brewster pounded Seraw moments before Meiske smashed his skull with a baseball bat. Then, as Seraw tried to crawl away, Strasser stomped him viciously and Mieske delivered the fatal blow.
The crime sparked national headlines and local revulsion as well as a vigorous police investigation that led to a series of guilty pleas and stiff prison sentences. Mieske, 23, the death-obsessed lead singer of a heavy metal rock band, pleaded guilty to first-degree murder and received 30 years to life. Kyle Brewster, 19, a former high school homecoming king, pleaded guilty to first-degree manslaughter and assault and received 20 years with a 10-year minimum. And Steve Strasser, 20, pleaded guilty to similar charges and was given a 20-year sentence with a nine-year minimum.
Ethiopians discriminate against other africans, african americans and their own dark skinned ethiopians – many of them do not consider themselves black…but this behavior arises out of ignorance.
The funny thing is ethiopians face discrimination in Israel, Asia, europe, america, etc., because of their (skin color).
IDENTITY CRISIS
Many ethiopians and eritrians have a racial identity crisis – it is true that many years ago ethiopians intermarried with greeks, arabs, yemenis indians, etc. Indians and ethiopians have many similar customs…but ethiopian dna is mostly african and surprisingly ethiopians also carry west african genes.
According to The American Journal of Human Genetics: In addition to the predominant sub-Saharan African genes, the Ethiopian gene pool also embraces a considerable component indicative of admixture with populations of Arabian and/or Near Eastern origin (Cavalli-Sforza 1997; Passarino et al.
People say “ignorance is a bliss.” But, in this case, I would argue that ignorance is the enemy. I would like to apologize to Mr. Ivory on behalf of my ignorant Abehsa people. Unfortunately, ignorance is a disease that exits in all cultures and countries.
Can’t we just get along? Please?
HornAfricans (Somalis, Ethios and Eris) have an identity crisis. Because of their ancestors, who were south arabians, and subsahran africans, they don’t know which race they belong to.
Foreigners (blacks and whites alike) don’t understand this ethnic issue and I think the general problem in America is that the people say you have to be black or you have to be white/asian/arab, etc. if you’re mixed, u have to decide which race u are. This thinking is so unnecessary.
It doesn’t matter if someone is yellow, brown, black, mixed, white or etc. The character of the person is more important than his or her color.
I am Eritrean and Ethiopian and I see myself and other Hornafricans as mixed people- black&arab. Our culture shows more similarities to middle eastern culture, that’s my personal opinion. But I know I’m still black and if someone like the user Ruth says somehting dumb and racist against black people,i don’t have 2 accept that.
But the people should be fair and don’t keep saying : I’m 100% black, etc. (specially those africanamericanized ones) They should respect their other side too.
I love both sides of our culture, our mentality and our race.
I love all human-beings!
Well I have met some friends and family of my boyfriend after our 2 yr relationship and they made me feel like I was some unknown mutant from not earth I would say hello and they act as if I was not there at all..Very sad now I can’t say all are racist but some of them are. I won’t allow it to keep me from loving him. In fact some parents tell them to only date there own but we all can make our own choices.
Jesus died for all human beings regardless of the color, country, tribe,… diffrences. Every body is made wonderfully by the almighty God. You people of the earth please avoid unnecessary complexes. If you don’t love eachother, how dare you say u love God????
Ethiopia’s history of independence has been that of self preservation quite deservedly as humans with dignity. I uphold it and appeciates it. However, racism is a kind of implicit culture in ethiopia. It is not overt but is some thing of a taboo culture.
Many of you generalize the term “racist” and spread it far accross the spectrum relating it to both Ethipoians and African-Americans”, however, those of us who do not fit into that category and a have Pan-African views.
Why is the author so sure that racism was the problem??? Lots of African Americans are received with open arms in Ethiopia, just like we show hospitality to orientals and “ferenji” (white) people. The difference between Ethiopia and most other black nations is we were never subjected to slavery and colonialism, so we do not have any scars, we do not have that thin skin of our African and African-American brothers whose parents and grandparents, if not themselves, suffered humiliation. Some African Americans and Africans are taking out their own understandable insecurity and obsession with race on Ethiopians, whose innocense in this field they simply misunderstand and confuse with the kind of racism they have experienced from (some) white people and learned a lot about at home. Ethiopians are definitely not “racist” against African Americans, but Ethiopians simply DO NOT buy into the idea of skin colour as a primary marker of identity, we see ourselves as ETHIOPIANS, yes, black is our skin colour, but not really a key part of our identity, just like the Irish identify as “Irish” and not particularly as “white”. This is not directed against any race, it is just plain common sense and the way the whole world is moving into the postracial era.