THE ETHNIC CONSPIRACY
Throughout the world ethnicity has been viewed as a dividing rather than a unifying factor. Differences in skin color and hair texture have been used as justifications for slavery, murder and rape. Ethnicity, along with politics and economics, has been categorized as a main cause for genocides and holocausts occurring in the twenty-first century.
My most poignant memory of reports of the ongoing Sudanese genocide is that of a young boy with brown hair and grey eyes, who had been classified in government lists as an African Sudanese. He begged his killers for his life pleading “please don’t kill me, I promise I won’t be African anymore.” Why has ethnicity been used as a tool of war and what is the mystery behind the racial divide?
As a constructivist, I believe that ethnicity is not real but is instead a social construction. It has been been developed by man over millenia and has transformed through social practices. Scientists have proven that genetically we are all 98% exactly alike. The race theory which divides the globe’s population into three main categories: negroids, mongoloids and caucasoids, has never been validated by science and therefore, it remains only a theory.
Why then, if race is not a real phenomenon, does my reality look so different? Why do I feel that my life is affected by the color of my skin? Is it just a personal discomfort that I experience or is racism real? Too many times I have heard friends say, "that is politically incorrect" or "let's not talk about race." Why does this race taboo exist and why do people shy away from engaging in the conversation on race?
Growing up in Trinidad and Tobago I have had a very unusual upbringing. I have embraced different ethnicities and religions as my own. I would often boast to friends that Trinidad and Tobago is like no other place in the world. As a Trinbagonian, my heritage is African, Indian, Chinese, Syrian and European all melted into one. When I describe this to my international friends... it is sometimes difficult for them to understand. Even though, physically, I may be considered Indian (my grandparents on both sides are Indian), I have never felt any more Indian than I have felt African. For me, both Africa and India are my lands of ancestry. My definition of my own identity demonstrates that ethnicity can be socially constructed and socially transformed. It is often influenced more by our environments than our blood line.
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