For obvious reasons I stand out. African Americans in
Mongolia are a constant source of stares, compliments, and sometimes ridicule.
This post will hopefully give you a glimpse into what life in Mongolia is like
as a female African American volunteer.
In September of 2011 I made the big chop. I cut off all of
my relaxed hair and was left with a mass of unruly curls. Before the big chop
my hair was never a topic of discussion among Mongolians or other Peace Corps
volunteers. After the big chop my hair became a spectacle, and major topic of
discussion among my students, teachers, Mongolian friends, and onlookers. My
students couldn’t compliment me enough on my hair. My 11th grade
girls wanted to know how they could curl their hair the way that mine did
naturally. Unfortunately, negative attention also followed. I became more
noticeable when I walked down the street. The amount of stares and comments
that I received multiplied by ten. Unwanted touching ultimately ensued.
A couple of weeks ago I found a Mongolian woman that can straighten
my hair. Once again I have long flowing tresses. When I step outside with
sunglasses on I can almost blend in with a Mongolian crowd. I’m ecstatic!
Walking from my apartment to work in the morning is less stressful. As a
result, I have begun to wear my hair straight. As much as I love my beautiful
mane I love passing by unnoticed more.
The most frustrating aspect of “travelling while black” is
being constantly bombarded by negative stereotypes of African Americans.
Unfortunately for many Mongolians the only time that they have seen or heard a
black person is in movies, on television, and in music. On Martin Luther King
Day my 11th graders discussed racism, stereotypes, and prejudice. I
had each student write down stereotypes about African Americans, Caucasians,
Russians, Mongolians, and Chinese. Underneath African Americans the
following was written.
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Crime
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Drugs
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White Teeth
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Athletic
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Ghetto/Poor
My students forced me to analyze the way that the world
views “us”(Africans Americans). It has come to my attention that it is not very
positive. Now you may ask why does it matter what a 16-year-old Mongolian boy
thinks of black people. It matters because these stereotypes have permeated not
only the Mongolian psyche, but also our own (America). I have spoken to many foreigners
that have spent time in America working or studying. Most of them have one
thing in common. They have bought into the stereotypes. A couple of weeks ago I
had an educated well-travelled man tell me that he was also from the “ghetto”.
Naturally, he assumed that is where I come from.
Instances like this make living abroad more difficult.
However, it has made my experience in Mongolia more enriching. I am learning
what I am truly passionate about. In the future I would like to work on
increasing the number of African Americans that participate in programs such as
the Peace Corps. In my cohort of over 60 volunteers I am the only African
American. When minorities do not participate in these types of programs it
shortchanges the host country nationals, other Peace Corps volunteers, and most
importantly “us” as a people.
I will share one last incident that occurred last year. It really
brightened my day and made me laugh. I was sharing a cab with a group of Peace
Corps volunteers. I was the only minority in the group. The conversation went
as follows.
Driver: Where are
you from
Me: America
Driver: Oooo
ok…….India?
Me: No, America.
Driver: *Shakes
head* Philipino?
Me: No, America like everyone else here in the
car.
Driver:
African?
Me: Sir I am
from America!!!
Driver: (He
has a complete moment of clarity) Oooooo I know! Barack Obama daughter!!!
Me: Yes Sir. Your are right. lol #theObamaeffect
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