Essay about What Do You Think Of When I Say Africa?

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What do you think of when I say Africa? That was the first question I remembered you asking.
As I sat somewhere in the middle of the classroom, I was suddenly overwhelmed by a series of stereotypes that for as long as I have been American I have heard and seen. The Starving children crying and a feminine voice saying donate today, that is the image that pops into my head when I think of Africa but that is not what Africa means to me. Perhaps it is because I come from Haiti, the first black nation to be free and my pride in my culture but my view of Africa originally was one of pride. Then when I came to America I was constantly seeing images of starving children on the Television and a number of different websites, hearing tales of broken homes and criminal activity and suddenly it was as if African was no longer a place of beauty but one of chaos. My pride was replaced by confusion, anger and sadness but as I became more involved in adjusting to my new surrounding it was easy for me to bother to questioning those stereotypes. All I knew was that I wanted to fix it. Meanwhile while I was assimilating into American culture, I began to lose my self. Parts of me such as my language and values were slowly becoming a distant memory. I knew I wanted to fit in but I didn’t want to lose everything and forget myself completely so I began researching about my country and Africa and watching documentaries. For the longest time that was all that I did. As if I was a theorist…

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