How ‘Belle’ Remains Relevant Even Today

Amma Asante’s ‘Belle’ is no more a film about race than those, which choose to feature only white characters. ‘Belle’ differs mainly in the fact that it is more explicit by centering the story of a mixed-race woman, Dido Elisabeth Belle, a face out of place in 18th century British aristocracy.

In the beginning we see a young Belle with her sprung father who leaves her to be raised by her great-uncle Lord Mansfield’s white family to the obvious disdain of her relatives since the child is (gasp!) “black”, an illegitimate “mulatto” child never to be so present in the family. Belle now finds herself in a household that previously interacted with black people only as slaves or servants, a reality captured in various paintings around the house. She grows up with more racist experiences, living a reality in which she cannot eat with company and potential suitors fetishise her as “exotic.” There is a painful moment when we see a teenaged Belle gnawing at her skin in an attempt to she’d a layer of herself continuously framed as an anomaly, an experience just as real for many people today and unfortunately a moment not fully explored in the film.

With age comes the realisation that the history of slavery is also her own and Belle becomes interested in one of her great-uncle’s, the Lord Chief Justice, cases. The Zong case involved a slave ship whose commanders drowned all slaves and now tried to secure insurance money, claiming they had killed them to save water supplies for the (white) crew, a case that eventually became crucial in the fight for abolition. Belle is very much aware of her “freedom twice over,” both as ‘mulatto’ and woman, attributed to her loving father and his inheritance. She engages with the complexity of identity through literature, a journey her uncle fails to understand, exasperatedly asking what exactly she is looking for in the books she reads.

'Belle', it should be noted, is not just a film about race but also touches on its intersections with class and gender. Belle inherits £2000 from her father, which puts her in the unique position of financial independence unlike her (white) cousin Elisabeth, whose only goal is to marry rich to secure her future.

Belle stands out in her frilly dresses because it is an attire we rarely see black people wear, a part of the erasure of a multi-faceted history that is expected to be crammed into the month of October reserved for ‘black history’. ‘Belle’ explores a largely unknown part of history and therefore makes a significant contribution to rewriting ‘black’ history. While the film obviously touches on identity it could have done so in a more elaborate way, fully exploring Belle’s complex reality of growing up in a society that discriminated against her for reasons of race, gender and class, never meaning for her to fully live in the first place, which makes Belle’s story so incredibly relevant even today.

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"Complicit No More" 
A first of its kind anthology on feminism and intersectionality
Monday 15th Sept - 6.30pm to 10.30pm
Khalili Lecture Theatre (lower ground floor)
School of Oriental and African Studies, Thornhaugh Street, Russell Square, WC1H 0XG
In creating a forum to discuss gendered racisms, ‘Complicit No More’ aims to encourage more generous and ‘conscientious’ feminist inspired dialogue.
Click here to book your ticket, limited spaces availableTo obtain your ticket we ask for a donation of £4.00 or more. This will  include a “Complicit No More” e-book which will be emailed to you
The panel event chaired by Yasmin Gunaratnam with Minna Salami, Sunny Singh, Désirée Wariaro and Sukhwant Dhaliwal will highlight themes and challenges for black feminism and intersectionality, tackling topics that have been framed by Eurocentrism but which are also a part of intra-oppressions: how we relate to ourselves, to each other and our communities. 
Use the hashtag #ComplictNoMore on twitter to send in questions for the panellists before the event 
The winners of the #EíghtWomen Awards for Women of Colour will be announced before the panel event
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This event is brought to you by Media Diversified and Ain’t I A Woman collective
*Refreshments will be provided after the panel discussion

mediadiversified:

"Complicit No More"

A first of its kind anthology on feminism and intersectionality

Monday 15th Sept - 6.30pm to 10.30pm

Khalili Lecture Theatre (lower ground floor)

School of Oriental and African Studies, Thornhaugh Street, Russell Square, WC1H 0XG

In creating a forum to discuss gendered racisms, ‘Complicit No More’ aims to encourage more generous and ‘conscientious’ feminist inspired dialogue.

Click here to book your ticket, limited spaces available
To obtain your ticket we ask for a donation of £4.00 or more. This will  include a “Complicit No More” e-book which will be emailed to you

The panel event chaired by Yasmin Gunaratnam with Minna Salami, Sunny SinghDésirée Wariaro and Sukhwant Dhaliwal will highlight themes and challenges for black feminism and intersectionality, tackling topics that have been framed by Eurocentrism but which are also a part of intra-oppressions: how we relate to ourselves, to each other and our communities.

Use the hashtag #ComplictNoMore on twitter to send in questions for the panellists before the event

The winners of the #EíghtWomen Awards for Women of Colour will be announced before the panel event

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This event is brought to you by Media Diversified and Ain’t I A Woman collective

*Refreshments will be provided after the panel discussion

Growing Pains: on being black and German

By Ella Achola

“No, I meant where are you really from?” is a micro-aggression I am all too familiar with when my simple answer of “Berlin” is perceived as insufficient to a query that blatantly illustrates how my brown self is read as out of reach of possible German citizenship. It is usually asked with a slight sense of exasperation, perhaps a hint of irritation, at the fact that I had oh-so-obviously not caught on to what I was really being asked. That I may not want to answer such a question within the first three minutes of a conversation with someone I have never met before does not come to mind.

In 1986, May Ayim and Katharina Oguntoye engaged in a conversation that was long overdue. They opened up the debate about being black and German, two characteristics, which were and still are often read as inherently oppositional.[1] Be it a question about our fluency in the German language or someone yelling “N****rs out!” micro-aggressions and racism are still very much reality for the 500,000 black Germans today. One example involves a pub in the Berlin borough of Kreuzberg where the owner recently banned all black people from his premises in a supposed effort to curb the dealing of drugs.

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Another is that of a metal company’s racist logo. Thomas Neger, whose last name translates as ‘N****r’, does not see anything wrong with the trope of the big-lipped African woman his grandfather chose to represent the family business. In fact, he and many otheryoung Germans interviewed do not understand what the fuss is about, after all it is meant to be taken with a pinch of salt and we need to stop being “overly sensitive.”

It is this lack of understanding that I find most frustrating. Whilst explaining to a white German man that it annoys me to be asked where I ‘really come from’, he responds that it is mere curiosity and not intended to be harmful. Telling a white German woman that I find it offensive for her to use the old terminology of Negerkuss (n****r kiss) in reference to a type of sweet now called Schokokuss (chocolate kiss), she insists I should reclaim the word. That I might not want to suppress my feelings and cater to their curiosity or reclaim such a term appears irrelevant.

My feelings also seem irrelevant as I watch the film ‘Serial (Bad) Weddings’ in a tiny town in Germany, a movie that attempts to highlight racism and encourage critical awareness. ‘Serial (Bad) Weddings’ is a French film that features two (racist) Catholic parents who lament the fact that their four daughters all choose to marry non-white men, a Jew, Chinese, Arab and Ivorian to be precise. The (white) audience loved it, laughing at every (racist) joke and assured that their everyday racism is not that serious of an issue after all. In the midst of their laughter, the film made me uncomfortable. As the product of an interracial marriage I cannot laugh when the white French mother cries at the thought of ‘mixed-race’ children. Having been asked whether I was the au-pair of my white niece, I cannot laugh at how this same white woman has nightmares of being identified as the nanny of these two brown children now part of her family.

However, I have not always been able to articulate my racially motivated discontent in the manner I do now. In fact, I was unaware of the implications of my blackness until the age of 16. Nobody had spoken to me about race and when I questioned an insensitive (racist) remark made by a friend I got dismissed for reading too much into it. I looked at myself in the mirror everyday and saw my visibly dark features but although I went to Kenya regularly I do not remember purposefully identifying as black. It is only now that I can look back at experiences of a younger me with somewhat of a decolonised mind and make sense of many questions left unanswered at the time.

Berlin Holocaust memorial Photo credit: Charlotte Klinting

Ella at Berlin’s Holocaust memorial. Photo credit: Charlotte Klinting

My oldest memory is of the colour beige calledHautfarbe (skin-colour). Nobody seemed to have a problem saying this to a little black girl to whom beige was anything but the colour of her skin. My drawings featured these ‘skin-coloured’ people, illustrating how I normalised whiteness at a very young age. In primary school, we were just three little black girls, ‘mixed-race’ to be precise, and we seemed to blend in perfectly with the pool of international children at my British primary school in Germany’s capital. One recollection that I am only piecing together now is the time someone in my after-school programme – I don’t remember whether it was a teacher or child – pointed out that I had very soft skin. This was the result of persistent insistence on behalf of my mother that I moisturise daily. What happened then might have not necessarily been racially motivated but examined in the light of how there seems to be a sense of open access to black children’s bodies puts an interesting spin to the incident. All I remember is that the next minute everyone was encouraged to come and touch my body to feel the skin that someone said felt like a dolphin. I wonder if everyone would have been encouraged to touch a white child in the same way.

As a young teenager, there was a brief stint of bullying that alienated me from myself and inhibited any sort of engagement with my blackness. I do, however, remember some incidents from that time period that still upset me today. One involved a friend’s birthday and as I was helping to carry out refreshments one of my so-called friends commented on how it was oh-so-typical for the black girl to be serving the white people, invoking memories of slavery and servitude that should by now be history. I must have laughed it off at the time.

I was yanked out of my dystopian post-racial daydream the day I arrived in Louisiana. To live a year in the American South and remain unaware of racial dynamics is virtually impossible. By the time I came back to Berlin, I had very much assimilated into Southern culture and I returned not only with a full-fledged Louisiana accent but also fully aware of being both black and a woman. Switching to a (majority white) American high school in Berlin was an interesting experience. What still stands out to me is the obvious surprise when I got outstanding grades and how I was immediately put in a box because of my ‘ghetto’ Southern accent, manifest in the nickname ‘Watermelondria’. This was in reference to the racist stereotype that all African-Americans love watermelon, a trope that dates back to slavery when proponents of the trade used it as an argument that slaves were content with their lives and needed nothing more but shade and some refreshing watermelon. What shocks me more than these ignorant remarks is the extent to which I participated in my own oppression. Unaware of the racist dynamics I was unable to call them out but perpetuated them as I played up to the destructive one-dimensional image of the black ‘ghetto’ girl encouraged in my high school.

With time I learned that there is no one way to be black and a woman, and that being black and German is in no way a contradiction in terms. In fact, I have acquired the power to create a combination of the traits that is unique to me. I can be black, a woman and German and all three characteristics can define me equally. I have begun to grow into my own personality, a journey that I am still on today. I realise now that racism and micro-aggressions are by no means a uniquely German phenomenon. It was in London that someone first touched my hair without permission (I wrote about this experience here) and I was scolded several times for carving out space for the Ain’t I A Woman Collective. I have learned to admit that despite having been placed outside German citizenship to the point that I decided to leave Berlin, I am a Berliner and I love my city. I have rediscovered Berlin as home and it will always be just that. I refuse to let anyone take that away from me again.

[1] Kilomba, G. 2013. Plantation Memories: Episodes of Everyday Racism. 3rd ed. Muenster: UNRAST-Verlag.

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Why I Do Not Think ‘Serial (Bad) Weddings’ Is a Comedy

I did not go into ‘Serial (Bad) Weddings’ to write about it. In fact, I was expecting it to be quite funny despite that voice in the back of my head, which was a tiny bit worried about this French movie that features two (racist) Catholic parents who lament the fact that their four daughters all choose to marry non-white men, a Jew, Chinese, Arab and Ivorian.

Let us start with the audience. To be fair, I am in a tiny town somewhere in Germany where the percentage of foreigners remains quite modest, but I still find it significant that I shared this cinematic experience with an audience that to my knowledge was exclusively white. They seemed to have loved the movie, laughed at every (racist) joke and went out smiling. Even though I laughed a little too my anger at this movie is rising exponentially as I revisit it in my head. 

To be honest, the film made me uncomfortable. As a mixed-race (German-Kenyan) I do not find it funny when the white French mother cries at the thought of mixed-race children. Having been called the au-pair of my white niece, I cannot laugh at how this same woman has nightmares of being identified as the nanny of her two brown grandchildren. And there were several moments like this where the film went very much too far. 

If the film tried to tackle racism and encourage critical awareness, it failed miserably. However, here are a few useful lessons for the future.

1.    Never make the oppressed group the punch line – it never works.

It is quite a basic lesson to not make the oppressed groups of a situation your (white) comedy’s punch line. While you might argue that we laugh at the racist parents too, this does not deny that we disproportionately laugh at the traditions and behaviours of the ‘foreign’ sons-in-law.

Also, not all ‘French people with migrant background’ smoke weed. It was unnecessary to cast all the lawyer’s clients as teenage potheads who appeared to be of either Arab or of African descent.

2.    Africa is not a country. What century do you operate in?

I can’t even believe I have to point this one out. Again. The youngest daughter of Monsieur Claude falls in love with her ‘chocolate’, ‘African’ lover. Never mind that we do not find out where in Africa this man is from and that I thought he was actually from Morocco because even as he flies home to visit his parents the only reference to a possible country of origin is that he flew with Air Maroc when he is actually from Ivory Coast. However, this detail goes amiss entirely as the families discuss ‘African’ dishes for the wedding menu.

3.    Including people of colour in your racist movie does not legitimise your racism.

This one is easy. ‘But there are people of colour in the film so clearly we are within the boundaries of political correctness!’ you might cry but let me tell you that after seeing this film I was merely confirmed that involving people of colour can never legitimise your racism. There are plenty of examples, Lily Allen’s video for ‘Hard Out Here’ should have been a lesson for everybody.

4.    Non-white people cannot be racist. Don’t use us as scapegoats to make yourself feel better.

Including a prejudiced ‘African’ father who dislikes white people will not allow you to point a finger and wash your hands of racism. I choose the term ‘prejudiced’ intentionally because non-white people cannot be racist. Racism is a combination of prejudice and power, and it is this power that non-white people do not have in this white supremacist society.

5.    White people are more scared of being called racist than worried about their actual racism.

The film did not succeed in critically encouraging you to rethink your racism; instead, it seems to have reaffirmed an attitude of the sorts that ‘we all have our prejudices, why can we not just all get along?’ It took forever for the mother to worry more about her actual racism than being called a (gasp!) racist, which is an attitude found in real life far too often whenever anyone tries to point out someone’s racism without shedding light on this and encouraging critical engagement.

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Ella Achola is the one person whose work I did not know when I began this week’s project. With Imani Gandy, I have read her on Raw Story and listened to her on This Week in Blackness. Mia McKenzie I came across on Twitter and I have been following her Black Girl Dangerous blog; same thing with the rest of this week’s graphics. Ms. Achola filled in the space Jemilia Lemeaux was suppose to take, because Black Feminist week was done because of Imani Gandy’s reaction to Jemilia Lemeaux non-controversy controversy. Having issues finding the right Jemilia Lemeaux quote and reading Ella Achola’s great piece “Dear Exclusionary Mainstream Feminist,” I knew what I had to do. This displaced tomorrow’s image of Mikki Kendall’s quote leaving me to use the second quote from her I’d lined up. When I was looking for an image of Ella Achola, the only high res image of her was of her covering her face. I got creative and made a visual reference to the great Saul Bass. What Ella Achola says here is the most important, short term, thing in the woman’s right movement. Women of color has never been a part of the movement from the get go. They are the ones who suffer the most and when their issues are brought up, they are either ignored or co-opted. Share if you agree.

Feeling so honoured, thank you!

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Ella Achola is the one person whose work I did not know when I began this week’s project. With Imani Gandy, I have read her on Raw Story and listened to her on This Week in Blackness. Mia McKenzie I came across on Twitter and I have been following her Black Girl Dangerous blog; same thing with the rest of this week’s graphics. Ms. Achola filled in the space Jemilia Lemeaux was suppose to take, because Black Feminist week was done because of Imani Gandy’s reaction to Jemilia Lemeaux non-controversy controversy. Having issues finding the right Jemilia Lemeaux quote and reading Ella Achola’s great piece “Dear Exclusionary Mainstream Feminist,” I knew what I had to do. This displaced tomorrow’s image of Mikki Kendall’s quote leaving me to use the second quote from her I’d lined up. When I was looking for an image of Ella Achola, the only high res image of her was of her covering her face. I got creative and made a visual reference to the great Saul Bass. What Ella Achola says here is the most important, short term, thing in the woman’s right movement. Women of color has never been a part of the movement from the get go. They are the ones who suffer the most and when their issues are brought up, they are either ignored or co-opted. Share if you agree.


Feeling so honoured, thank you!