A chap I know, an American actor, was putting on a play about an ‘American Moor’.
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Living in Jamaica, I am acquainted with the Moors. They were very powerful pirates.
I wrote a comment on his blog, to which he responded in a totally obverse fashion. For him, the term ‘Moor’ did not mean anything other than a synonymy for Negro.
Aware he didn’t know the first thing about this bit of history, I wrote again, and explained who the Moors were, how powerful they were. To say ‘Moor’ in my part of the world is to talk about a marauding army, on land and on the sea.
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Being a Black American, therefore, unaware of history, he treated my response as a fabrication, a fantasy.
To him, having dark skin means being a victim. A permanent victim in every corner of the world.
I always wonder why they don’t leave? Why don’t they migrate to a country where the Prime Minister is Black? Why don’t they live in a country where mostly everyone, from the guy who owns the factory to the guy who sweeps the floor is Black?
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And being an actor, instead of complaining about roles and presence, he could fly to Nigeria where a huge movie and television industry is exploding, Nollywood, it is called.
But I guess he never heard of it.