OPINION: My experiences of everyday racism in Germany

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OPINION: My experiences of everyday racism in Germany
Demonstrators take a stand against racism and discrimination by forming a human chain in Berlin on Sunday June 14th. Photo: DPA

From being asked 'where he's really from' to thoughtless nicknames, musician and songwriter T.L. Mazumdar describes the daily prejudices he's encountered in Germany.


Here I am. Clueless as to where I fit into all of this. A well-to-do, brown, ‘Hochschul-educated’ award-nominated, German citizen (by invitation) of South-Asian ancestry raised in four countries grappling with guilt and confusion as he oscillates between two polar voices inside his head going: 

1) ‘Why bother? Enjoy your privileges and make the best of things. The world has never been yours to change in the first place.’ 


2) ’’You might actually make a difference if you addressed this issue openly’’. 


I have a confession. 

It’s been on the disk for a few years now. 

And keeps growing incrementally every time the time-bomb inside my heart ticks a little louder. And even as I write this I am not sure if this is the moment when it’ll choose to explode. 

For now though, a time when the world's second-largest anti-racism protests for #blacklivesmatter are occurring on this soil, seems to be as good a contender as any other. 

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I don’t even know where I’m supposed to start. So here are some random options: 

Being called ‘Apu’ by my friends because they thought I spoke with the proverbial corner shop accent.

The 20 plus years of being asked where I am ‘really’ from. 

The anxiety I grapple with every time I’m at an airport in spite of bearing one of the worlds strongest passports. 

The time the employee of your reputed airline refused to speak German to me while holding the same passport in her hand 30 seconds after the white gentleman was treated as ‘one of her own’ during check-in. 

The fragility, judgement and reprimand my friend and co-employee of the same airline responded with when I ranted about it online. 

The author during a performance. Photo courtesy of T.L. Mazumdar. 

The time two policemen randomly stopped and interrogated me and my brown lady friend literally 20 minutes after she’d landed to visit me after receiving an award a day earlier at one of the worlds most prestigious film-festivals, insinuating questionable paperwork. 

The time I found myself to be the only coloured person inside a hall of 300 something Germans listening to a Danish ‘Llama’ proclaim Buddha to be a blue-eyed white man, people born in Africa and their sufferings being ‘a choice’ and how white people should have more kids. 

The time someone asked me why I look like a ‘Black-African’ and how I should dress more appropriately after I got offstage playing a concert. 

The time my mixed-heritage Afro-Deutsch lunch-date, born and brought up in Germany, kept repeatedly getting asked "What is your nationality?" by the owner of a restaurant before our order was taken. 

The time a random white dude came and spat at me after racial slurs for no reason in front of my doorstep because I couldn't give him a cigarette. 

The time my white ex-girlfriend said I "live like an immigrant". 

The time a receptionist started throwing a random fit at me with to get out at the school I teach at for trying to access my folder. 

The time my college friend declared it was the ‘Indian’ in me for not being clean enough at a New Year's Party. (Apparently all white people love to do dishes). 


Or maybe we should just start with the German Citizenship Test I took which does a great job of explaining racism by asking how ‘people of colour applying for a job AT A RESTAURANT’ need to be treated ‘fairly’ on a multiple choice questionnaire. 

..war ja nicht böse gemeint’. (They didn’t mean ill). 

The standard German dismissive explanation for passive racism and micro-aggressions. 

Micro-aggressions plaguing on to two generations of coloured Germans still waiting to be accepted for who they are. Wondering if ‘Ausländer’ is the what they are destined is to be labelled forever. 

‘’They didn’t mean ill’. 

So why do I feel so ill? 

Is it because the constant judgement and categorisation of being the oversensitive, trouble-making whiner who ought to be grateful for the privileges his otherwise ‘backward’ ancestral country(ies) wouldn’t give him in the first place might have some truth to it? 

Or maybe I’m making it all up? Because I certainly feel like it on many an occasion. 

Wow. For someone who didn’t know where to start, I don’t seem to be doing a great job of stopping now. 

And I haven’t been very good at figuring out why I keep tearing up randomly all week either. 

Is it rage? Sorrow? Hope? Acknowledgement? Helplessness? Realising it took a George Floyd for the German POC’s to finally be heard on an international platform while thousands take to the street to show their solidarity? 

All of the above? 

Descending farther down that (what sometimes feels like rabbit hole) doesn’t seem to be helping either. 

Which brings me to the my point. 

My relationship with the Vaterland

The fact that it feels severely abusive. 

Abusive in a manner quintessentially reflective of the toxic masculinity so many of my white feminist friends seem so passionate about addressing. 

Protesters at an anti-racism demonstration in Stuttgart on June 6th. Photo: DPA

It’s true. I am privileged. I can walk down these streets usually confident I won’t be murdered for being coloured by men in uniform. 

I usually get treated well in buildings aware of my education and background. 

Heck, I even have a group of friends (of all skin tones, by the way) who are very much on my side and seem willing to take this dark monster on together with me at these protest marches. 

Let there be no mistake. I AM privileged.

And here’s the thing. 

Not a day goes by when the Vater fails to remind me. 

"Hard love," he says. "Man up." "Don’t whine". 

I give you "shelter". I give you "privileges". I give you "freedom". 

Now get yourself together and be a good soldier. March with me in stoic denial. 


‘Pass Dich an’. (Blend in). 

And I turn to the Vater and wonder if I’ll ever muster up enough courage to ask him, 

"....but have you or will you ever figure out how to love me? Accept me for who I am? The way I chose to love you when I swore on your constitution with my hand on my heart?"

Which is when I notice the scars his skin. Still bleeding. 

Still sore. 

And realise that he’s not quite ready to reply yet.

Raised on four countries and three continents, Indian-German musician/singer-songwriter T.L. Mazumdar is a twice national-award nominated artist based between Europe and Asia. An original version of this essay was published on his website


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Anonymous 2021/01/13 00:59
One thing confuses me: I've spent much of the last six years as a foreigner in one country or another, and I genuinely don't see the problem in being asked where I'm really from. I ask people this all the time (well, not quite; generally I'll as where someone is "originally" from, because I'm not intending to imply that they don't belong where they are, only to clarify my question). I ask because I'm curious, because I think that everyone's story is interesting and I'm fascinated to know how people's lives came to be the way they are. You say you were raised in four countries. Cool! Should I try to make it clear to you that none of that is interesting to me, and I'd rather know only about the time you've spent in Germany? To me, that would seem demeaning to the other nations in which you've lived. Me, I have British ancestry, and I have a British passport, but I was born and raised in Canada. I don't talk like a Brit; I don't even walk like a Brit. I might one day settle in the UK, but if I do, people are still going to know I wasn't born there. Should I take offense when they want to know where I'm "really" from? Or should I just say... Toronto? Because that's the truth. I'm not asking this to pass judgement on you or suggest you ought to feel differently; honestly I'm just curious because I often hear this cited as an example of a microaggression, but having been on both ends of this question many times I have never felt it was aggressive in any way.
Anonymous 2020/08/15 23:07
Sometimes I really felt like people in this Country might have deep inside them, a kind of latent racism and somehow superiority sentiment against whoever is not from their homeland.<br />I remember my first German lessons and how much they were stressing on the Heimat topic. Quite a powerful topic, as history (might) teach. <br />My point is that after 5 years of leaving in Germany, I still feel like the guy from the article is telling us. I never felt like that when I lived in the UK during the 6 years I spent there before moving to Germany. <br />And it's not racism on being black or white in my case. I am Italian and lived in many Countries for the past 20 years. Only here in Germany I get the Ausländer type of comments, not in a brutal way, in a kind of joky way... That kind of hurts even more. As it's kind of a regular thing. And the thing that really drives me mad... Where are you from? Ah.. Italia... Ah... La Mafia... (what the heck?! Telling that to an Italian is in my opinion like telling a German: You are from Germany? Ah... The Nazis...) And at work, all the comments like "do it right, not like an Italian". Of course... We are sloppy, siesta makers (oh sorry... Those are our Spanish friends) only good to make pizza and pasta. Cos that only is the food we eat, in my Heimat.<br />I loved the article. I felt the pain... The same I feel on my own skin.
Anonymous 2020/06/24 00:11
What a great article. Thank you for speaking up. <br /><br />As a white European, I need to be constantly reminded of the racism that people face every day. <br /><br />I never want to discriminate against people because of the colour of their skin, their culture or nationality. I ‘know’ that I am not racist and I will tell you that I am not. But that is not enough.<br /><br />Only actions count. Unintentionally racist behaviour still hurts people. Being negligent hurts people. Those of us who've never suffered racism should be ashamed to condemn those who speak up about it. We have literally no idea what it's like nor all the incredibly nasty, hidden ways it destroys people's lives. It's easy to point to the extremists and condemn them - as if that absolves us. But we all have to change the way we think and behave. It’s called 'blind prejudice' for a reason. It's hard to change what you can't see, but that doesn't mean you're off the hook. <br /><br />I believe we can change, because look how far we have come. But if you're waiting for racism to just kind of fizzle out of its own accord, you're dreaming. Nothing changed until people took action. Slavery was abolished, it didn't just go out of fashion. Equal opportunities is enshrined in law precisely because without it there would be even more discrimination at work than there already is. And still, people are vindictively racist every single day and they get away with it, let alone the ‘negligent racism’ that we might perpetrate ‘by accident’. <br /><br />In the face of this, the very least we can do is to encourage people to speak up, encourage people to demonstrate, encourage them to keep doing it and to actually listen to them. How else will we learn from our mistakes?<br /><br />But that’s easy and it's nowhere near enough. If you live here in Germany, perhaps you’ll know the word 'konsequent'. It’s one of those words that says a lot about German culture. It’s about following through on what you believe and what is right. Saying what you really think. Holding yourself and others accountable. Not letting things slide. <br /><br />Well, we all need to be extremely konsequent when it comes to racism. Confronting racism in all its forms, being brave and speaking up yourself. At home, at work, online, with your friends. That bad joke, flippant comment, funny look? That uncle complaining about ‘foreigners’? Zero tolerance. No excuses. Your silence signals approval. If you hold your tongue, you're complicit. And racist. Until you speak up.

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