My husband's grandfather was born in
Africa.
He grew up speaking Swahili and
English.
He ran around the jungle half naked as
a child.
He went to college in England and
Canada.
He became an OB-GYN.
He married, and moved to the United
States of America.
He raised a family in Michigan.
He was an African-American.
His parents were the first Methodist
missionaries to Africa.
He was born in Africa, grew up in
Africa, but
he had white skin.
My neighbor calls himself an
African-American.
He was born in the United States of
America.
His mother and father were born in the
United States of America.
Their parents and grandparents were
also born in the United States of America.
He has never even visited Africa.
What makes him African-American?
He is an American, like I am, except
he has brown skin.
I once worked at a yarn store.
A black woman with an English accent
came to shop.
The shop owner asked her,
“So, do you call yourself
African-English?”
She was insulted, and replied that she
was English.
She was born and raised in England.
Her skin color was immaterial.
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