It has been difficult lately to integrate my-self. The more I become open to talking with people about being Roma, the more I open myself to criticism from both sides.
One thing I’ve had leveled at me a lot lately, is the ‘white privilege’ argument. usually it consists of several arguments:
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I think it would be difficult to transition from living in a place where…..your ethnicity HAS TO BE something you keep in mind all of the time. A place where if you make one wrong move….and that mistake turns into a mistake made due to you being Rroma….to living somewhere ..where being Rroma is relatively unknown. I would carry that attitude with me. The attitude that my ethnicity = systematic institutionalized racism …even when, in this country, being Rroma doesnt necessarily mean those things. I think being Rroma in America is a minor nuisance whereas being Rroma in Europe…well..there arent any words really for what its like being Rroma in Europe. Its so far beyond my reach that, despite the fact I am AWARE of the hate, the oppression and persecution….I still cannot fathom it.
Some guy just asked me if I told fortunes… because I posted a photo of me in a diklo…
He’s Romanichal or Pavee (I think)…
like.
seriously?
Also I think it’s pretty obvious from my Facebook I’m married.
They distance themselves so much from the Rroma community…many dont even consider themselves Rroma..so…it makes sense to me why a North American Romanichal falls prey to stereotypes and wrongful associations about their own people. A people they no longer identify with.
“Liberate the minds of [the people] and ultimately you will liberate the bodies of [the people].”
| Marcus Garvey
I just want to…look…man…y’all I gotta pray…
Oh my gawd this ….my vagina just got liberated.
Edit: Seriously..I want to reblog everything on this guys page. Im just..mind is blown right now.
I am Rroma. I am džuvli (woman). I am dej (mother). I am pharnavi (light-skinned Rroma). Si ma god’i (I am intelligent). I am kadoři (strong and capable).
[In my dialect the word for strong is male (zuralo), but when it becomes female (zurali) it means a very strong brandy or other alcohol. So,…
::CLAPS!!::
Love, love, love!
I.
How dead is your Indian,
when she wants to slip out of her skin
like the pink shirt she wore last night?
How dead is your
Indian
when two Navajo women dig for change
in a leather purse to buy a four-rack
and some fifths
And when Hopi men start to feed their half-Hidatsa
to the dogs…
I am tired.
Of everything, today.
Of defending my heritage against gadje and non-gadje alike; of trying to justify myself and my actions; of racism and racist commentary…. plus everything in my REAL life…
I’m just tired.
sostar si?
I don’t even know if I can adequately explain myself. I suppose, òpvaininel pes, not that those words are any better.
But, really… I’m just exhausted.
Dont worry about it. Its not our job. If they want to remain in stupidity thats their loss, you know? I cant do it today either. Im feeling like …I dunno….I have the plague or something. Ive nasvajola and it blows ass.
I look at it …as if…my trying to teach gadze and non gadze is not for THEM..its for US you know? But all I can do is teach..I cant make anyone listen and thats on them. Being ignorant is not a sin, but remaining so is ^_^
