While visiting Cape Town, South Africa a few years ago I visited a small restaurant for lunch. I was sitting outside eating when I encountered a black French guy with his white French girlfriend. We were on the outskirts of Cape Town when a commotion broke out among a large group of blacks. Frenchy tried to communicate his fear with me, but I didn't speak French. He and his girlfriend bolted out of there with immense fear and terror on their faces. A dark-skinned African then approached me and asked where I was from. He related that he was a refugee from Sudan. Fortunately, I knew the history of the civil war in Sudan between the Arabs and Africans. He said I looked like an Arab from Sudan or Somalia because of my color. I immediately responded that I was an American and chanted Obama... Obama... Obama! His hostile demeanor was then defused. When I think of you, I think about black Frenchy with that fear in his eyes. It was very funny and entertaining.
While visiting Cape Town, South Africa a few years ago I visited a small restaurant for lunch. I was sitting outside eating when I encountered a black French guy with his white French girlfriend. We were on the outskirts of Cape Town when a commotion broke out among a large group of blacks. Frenchy tried to communicate his fear with me, but I didn't speak French. He and his girlfriend bolted out of there with immense fear and terror on their faces. A dark-skinned African then approached me and asked where I was from. He related that he was a refugee from Sudan. Fortunately, I knew the history of the civil war in Sudan between the Arabs and Africans. He said I looked like an Arab from Sudan or Somalia because of my color. I immediately responded that I was an American and chanted Obama... Obama... Obama! His hostile demeanor was then defused. When I think of you, I think about black Frenchy with that fear in his eyes. It was very funny and entertaining.