Reading a book on black Los Angeles, seeing how segregation built up and created this city in detail. In East Hollywood, Latinos are a majority, followed by white people through gentrification. If in four years I’ve seen a dozen black people in Silver Lake, that would be the max.
In Paris, that would happen in four minutes. It’s heavy on my mind. It’s disturbing to me.
Even more so with the fact that I don’t experience segregation like history shows me how it exists and founded interracial relationship in the USA.
But when I get a flat tire on my bike, a pretty old white dude riding his bike on the other side of the street stops and asks me “need some tubes or anything?” That would never fucking happen in Paris.
It is so destabilizing. I feel like being in a dream, living things no black people live.
It’s 26°C today and in a week I go back to 0°C winter, my white family and its ethnocentrism.
Sometimes I’m proud of how I handle what I have to put up with.