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Claiming The Throne Page 86 by Ikechi1
Claiming The Throne Page 86
Story is written by me
Art by FalyneVarger 
Colours by lummage 
Lettering by UberVestigium 
Logo made by Lukewarm Media
Mercenary characters and Red Tyrannosaurus are owned by Lukewarm Media and used with permission
Albertonykus material made with permission from Albertonykus 

Chapter 1 
Chapter 2 
Chapter 3 
Chapter 4 
Chapter 5 
Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 

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I apologize for the dialogue, that dialogue was a bit forced but I could not think of a good way to have that explanation play out. But yes, I wish to explain further how forcefields work in this universe. If people want to know more, let me know and I'll make an edit with the added information. As for the fight, it's still up in the air who will win.
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Queen Amina of Zaria by Ikechi1
Queen Amina of Zaria
Collaboration with HopelessPandora 

Yauri

Zamfara 

Kebbi and Gwari

Gobir, Katsina and Zaria

Daura

Fulani-Wodaabe

Fulani-Fula

Ibibio

Anaang

Egba-Yoruba

Oyo-Yoruba

Nupe

Fon

Hausa-Kano

Hausa-Zinder

Ekumeku-Igbo

Akpa-Ibom Isi

Ijaw

Nri-Igbo

Kanuri

Edo-Benin

Aro-Igbo

Itsekiri

Tribes side by side 

Blood of the Kingdoms story featuring all the characters


Government history

Always wanted to do a famous royal and now I decided to do this one. This is an actual person, the issue is historians cannot agree on her exact time period but this was a real queen, its just hard because of the oral tradition and even the monuments are a bit wonky in her regard. But though this is part of my Hetalia series this will still be mainly about her accomplishments and what this awesome Hausa Queen accomplished in the context of a Hetalia setting.

Edit: Once I add her and Jukun later I will be reorganizing the links by regional order or family order. It should also be noted that Amina of Zaria was one of the real life inspirations for Xena Warrior Princess. The information on Queen Amina is long and lengthy so this would be a summarization of the character, my sources will be listed at the bottom for those interested in finding out more about this historical figure in much better detail than I.

    Amina, or rather Aminatu is believed to have been born in 1533, daughter of the Zarian Queen, Bakwa of Turunka with an older brother named Karama who ruled before she did. As a child Amina was often allowed to witness matters of state with her grandfather and learned of the fact that of all the kingdoms traditionally called the Hausa Bakwai, Zaria received an immense amount of wealth due to its trade with the Bornu Empire, greatly diminished centuries after it was once known as the Kanem Empire. The weakened empire across their borders allowed Zaria more access to the Sudanese and Nubian trade routes from the East, allowing Zaria and his people to have competition with the Tuaregs in terms of resource trading as it meant Zaria could garner the wealth of Egypt through trade and learn of warfare techniques and methods used by the Turkish Ottoman Empire. Because of this Zaria had access to large amounts of leather, textiles, salt (reducing its dependence on the Songhai-Mali Empire for such), cola, cloth and most important, metals and horses. Amina was informed of the trade and the military potential at a very young age and had decided to never marry against the wishes of others. Amina decided that she had wanted to be a warrior and learned the art of most known forms of fighting and warfare at the time, becoming a very skilled and respected fighter, besting some of the royal guards often. 

Amina's mother often strived for peaceful relations as the region at the time was starting to get chaotic as many of the tribes and kingdoms in the region were noticing the weakening position of the Songhai and knew that there would be a large power vacuum left by the once massive Empire's inevitable collapse. Amina, warrior princess that she was, mainly got tasked with defending the city from raiders from other tribes that wanted control of Zaria's wealth such as Kastina and Gobir along with Jukun. When Kebbi started a large major revolt that spurred the other tribes Amina and her brother broke the hold that the Songhai Empire had on them since 1512 and allowed Zaria to be independent. When Amina's mother died in 1566 Amina left the job of ruling to her younger brother, prefering the battlefield to the court. 

Amina earned her reputation as a fierce warrior, often seen at the very front of her armies wielding a sword while charging on horseback. Amina was head of the kingdom's cavalry to the point that she gained easy recognition as the Warrior Princess of Zaria, well into her mid 30s. Amina, Zaria and Karama were a powerful trio, securing safe trade routes for themselves during the choas that was the fall of the Songhai Empire till the Empire was finally driven out by the combined forces of all the northern tribes and Kingdoms. For 10 years Karama ruled before dying in 1576, leaving Amina with the burden of ruling the Kingdom in her mid 40s. 

Communing with Zaria and her advisor from Daura, Amina decided that the entire landscape of the Hausa Bakwai needed to change, with Hausa-Kano no longer being fit to take the spoils of the Songhai. Her first act, learning from the Ottomans and Yorubas was to build a massive wall around Zaria, making it easily defensible and proved to repel any attack thrown at her. With her superiority in defense she then mobilized a massive army and with their technologica superiority her forces washed over the Hausa Bakwai like a great tidal wave. What aided in this was her skilled metal workers learning how to make Medieval armour approximately, specifically chainmail armour that didn't hinder the horses too much but was superior to the animal hide armour and cloth that other kindgoms used on the battlefield. With her soldiers and herself covered head to toe in flexible armour and weilding relatively modern swords the enemy forces were no match for her even in personal combat. In every city and kingdom she conquered she would build a massive wall so that they could not be retaken from her. It got to the point that the walls (finely made from dense and strong mud) were named  'Amina's walls'. She also did this on the battlefield as well, she would bring large supplies of construction material and build a fort from which she could establish easy supply lines and then launch an easy attack on Kingdoms which found themselves quickly surrounded. Her reach extended both north and south, making Zaria ruler of the entire north of what would become Nigeria and parts of the south, such as Nupe, Jukun and many other kingdoms. 

While Amina never married, she is reported to have taken a lover hostage from each kingdom in order to make the kingdom comply. With this she decided to make all the conquered territories vassal states, paying tribute to her every year, further increasing Zaria's wealth and power. To accomplish this she created a standardized system of currency using Kola nuts, which every tribe and Kingdom later adopted for trade and would continue long before the colonials would arrive on the scene. To name a few of the kingdoms and tribes she had under her control, Jukun, Nupe, Kastina, Gobir, Kebbi, Gwari, Hausa-Kano, Igala, Idoma, Hausa-Zinder, Zamfara, Ngas and Yauri. She did set her sights though on the Oyo kingdoms and the Igbos along with the rest of the south. She wanted to inherit all the power that the Songhai Empire once had and even took territory from the Bornu Empire and kingdoms near Fon, Niger and Cameroun. The only tribe that would surpass her expansion would be Fulani-Fula centuries later. She was not able to take the Yoruba and Benin kingdoms due to their own military might and their even larger walls so she had to maintain a trade with the south. 

Her conquest of the north and middle belt tribes allowed her some access to the south particularly taking land away from Ebiri, Itsekiri and Ijaw and gained control over the mouth of the Niger River giving her access to aquatic trade routes. The Portuguese were pleased with this as it gave them access to the innermost areas of Nigeria especially for trade in slaves from the North which Amina had no compunctions about doing. Portugal thanks to Amina now had access to the Sudan trade and the North-western Saharan trade routes which in turn gave the Portuguese a bounty to take back to Europe which started to get the Dutch, British, Belgians and French interested but they would come after Amina had died. Though it was stated that Fulani-Fula's reach was greater than hers, Amina is the only one to have done it completely by herself as she is the only ruler to have nearly brought all of what would have become Nigeria and then some under her rule in just 34 years. Even into her 60s Amina would still be seen on the battlefield and would often personally train her armies in the art of war. She never stopped setting her sights on the south and intended for her brother's line to take over after her as she never had any children to make the land a Zarian Empire. Each fort Amia built later became a city of its own that can still be seen today, as a testament to her ingenuity. 

What should be noted is that Zaria had fully converted to Islam by this time, although Zaria employed its own interpretation, yet women were expected to get married and not be on the battlefield. Yet Amina earned the respect of everyone in the Kingdom and the military, even her enemies. When the Tuaregs once tried to jockey with her for control of trade through the former Songhai she bested them well into her 70s and would constantly be fighting with the Bornu and the Songhai well into her death in 1610.  Amina left a huge vacuum the moment she died, much like Alexander of Macedonia. The other tribes such as Jukun scrambled for the riches of Amina, though one thing did remain, she had ensured completely safe trade througout the area during her rule and that was maintained. The northern region would not see true stability again until Fulani-Fula and Fulani-Ilorin would establish the Sokoto Caliphate with Hausa-Kano centuries later. Hausa-Kano until that time would try to rule the region and be the inheritor of Amina's power but his hold would not be as strong as hers was and Zaria would not be as powerful ever again.





Sources

    African History, 500-1590. Detroit, MI: Gale, 2010.

    Awe, Bolanle. Nigerian Women in Historical Perspective. Lagos: Sankore Publishers, 1992.

    Crowder, Michael. The Story of Nigeria. London: Faber and Faber, 1962.

    Davidson, Basil. West Africa before the Colonial Era: A History to 1850. London: Longman, 1998.

    Hansen, Joyce, and Laurie McGaw. African Princess: The Amazing Lives of Africa's Royal Women. New York: Jump at the Sun/Hyperion/Madison Press, 2004.

    Ibuje, Joan. Famous Woman: Queen Amina of Zaria, Nigeria. Associated Press, 1982.

    JudyBee, and Pebble. Queen Amina of Zaria. London: MX Publishing, 2011.

    Lobban, Richard, and D. T. Niane. "General History of Africa, IV: Africa from the Twelfth to the Sixteenth Century." The International Journal of African Historical Studies 18, no. 3 (1985): 551. 

    Osae, T. A., S. N. Nwabara, and A. T. O. Odunsi. A Short History of West Africa, A.D. 1000 to the Present. New York: Hill and Wang, 1973.

    Sweetman, David. Women Leaders in African History. London: Heinemann, 1984.
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Claiming the Throne Page 85 by Ikechi1
Claiming the Throne Page 85
Story is written by me
Art by FalyneVarger 
Colours by lummage 
Lettering by UberVestigium 
Logo made by Lukewarm Media
Mercenary characters and Red Tyrannosaurus are owned by Lukewarm Media and used with permission
Albertonykus material made with permission from Albertonykus 

Chapter 1 
Chapter 2 
Chapter 3 
Chapter 4 
Chapter 5 
Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 

Page 80
Page 81
Page 82
Page 83
Page 84
Page 86

Yes it has been awhile I apologize, but I've had more of a busy schedule with masters, illness and exams, and look thanks to everyone I figured out this new link system and made things look much cleaner. I do have the other pages on the back burner and a lot of backlog which I can upload evenly over the summer period but enjy some exposition and explanation of how that Tulpa suit, Sonata's shield and Ferus Pontus' abilities all work against each other.
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  • Reading: Game of Thrones
  • Watching: Battlestar Galactica
  • Playing: Rome 2 Total War
  • Eating: Cream Chicken Rice
  • Drinking: Water
Last year for my master's I wrote a thesis paper on the discrimination that Biracial individuals receive from all walks and facets of community and life depending on their mix and how much they lean towards it. Now what I plan to do since my skin tone leans to the more Caucasian side is to let my hair grow out. (it has to a ridiculous length) and I will go to a stylist and have my now annoyingly long hair changed to look more like it belongs on a Northern European individual and see if I am treated any differently for it. As for my voice, I sound like how Americans think a stereotypical British person sounds for the most part (you can hear the Igbo a bit if you know West African accents). I likely will but this will confirm or disprove what I wrote about in my thesis paper so that I can have physical evidence to back it up. I will walk around stores, drive down the street with a nice looking car (rented), and go to more "white areas" and see.


Day 1: First few hours after styling the hair, I am being constantly mistaken for a person of Spanish Origin. First notice of the day, went to a branch of my bank that I had not been to before. Decided to talk business with a Caucasian teller, gave a very warm and friendly handshake and spoke in gentle and pleasant tones. After business was conducted, pretended to sit down and wait to meet up with someone, saw individual greet a Black American client, conversation was noticeably a lot stiffer and teller was a lot less warm and inviting and seemed like he wanted the man to leave. Edit: It was pointed out that I did not state the behaviour of the client after me. He was, as is colloquially said, all smiles and tried to be friendly with the teller, more so than I was. Whilst I wore a t-shirt and jeans he wore a business suit, so logically he should have seemed a more desirable customer than I.

Day 2: Went book shopping for some textbooks, nothing occurred that I noticed. Will buy more textbooks when the rest become available. Learned that I need 3 different gels, had to learn to use them in order, and two kinds of brushes and a comb plus how to tie a bonnet around my hair properly and will have to purchase a hair dryer. Perhaps the most levity of the day was my fiance asking me if I wished to get my hair done with her at some unspecified date in the future. That should add more to people consistently mistaking me for a woman all the time but I digress. Just adding some filler, I should not realistically expect to find evidence of racism every single day, if I find less than I assumed then that should be a good thing right?

Day 3: No activity of note that occurred today except me somehow failing to properly use a hand held hair dryer. For those who asked here are the before and after pictures of my hair.
Archosauria - Win 20140211 204756 by Ikechi1

That was me before the style
ARCHOSAURIA - new hair by Ikechi1

This is myself now.

Day 4: Martin Luther King Jr Day, not expecting to get any data on this day.

Day 5: A lot more results and data this time. I sat on the bus near a bunch of Nigerians commenting in Igbo (Baltimore has a lot of Nigerians) on how that "white man" (me, though the word they were using for white person was not exactly a nice word) had been styling his hair. I told them after a while in Igbo that I could understand every word and they were in shock and asked how a "white man" could speak a Nigerian tongue and I had to inform them that I was half-Nigerian myself. I also surprised the Slovakian bus driver who was thinking that I was a British/Spanish mix. To note, even before the hair change I have never been acknowledged by Nigerians as being one even when I lived there because I looked to different from them so that was not exactly new. Especially in my home village I had to convince a lot of the people that I was my mother's son :). In more interesting news I sat down for hot chocolate in Starbucks after buying some textbooks ($500 to rent a bunch of textbooks for just one semester is a robbery in my opinion). Then I had the opportunity to run into 3 police officers who immediately spotted that I was mixed from the onset, they said it was their job to be observant about facial structures and genetics when doing forensics and other law related things. Interested in my paper one of the policemen, who looked as Stereotypically white as you can possibly get, complete with a semi "porn mustache" informed me that he was actually ethnically Jewish/African-American and that he had a lot of experience in this regard. The other two cops were Polish and Czech (Baltimore has everyone it seems). They did answer a lot of questions and got into a philosophical discussion with themselves about biraciality and how Biracials should not be forced to identify with either of their parent races just because of their parent races and that they should forge their own identity. Although their biggest surprise was the news when it came up that in all my years of living in the United States I have never had a Taco or a Hamburger. They asked if that was a British thing. I was later recommended that if I wanted to get more interesting results to visit Hartford, Jessup, Cecil and Salisbury county in Maryland as the local people there are known to be less than amicable to minorities especially Cecil county (which is where my American High School was located) which has a well established KKK membership (was not fun encountering those elements when I was a teenager).

Day 6: Waaaay to cold for anything to be done. Major shops and other places are closed due to inclement weather.

Day 7: No data to be found, except finding the wavy hair at war with the straight.

Day 8: As I was walking I came upon a wall that had the hashtag #blacklivesmatter posted all over it with faces of the dead. To my surprise there was a Nigerian name on the list, and it was my sister's friend that had been killed by police on January 1st. As I was observing the mural an African-American man walked by saying, "Nice to see a white man taking an interest and seeing what that's about." Well, for one thing, it's not fair to say that white people would have no interests in how these individuals died just because of the colour of their skin.

Day 9: No data collected

Day 10: No data collected

Day 11: I don't see how someone could mistake me for Al Sharpton. They said it was the hair but I don't see it. Frankly I'm too light to be confused with Al Sharpton, also I have no idea what Al Sharpton would be doing in Baltimore right now. Ran into another Nigerian assuming that I was British, so to surprise the person I switched my accent to a Pidgin English (a form of English spoken in Nigeria) one and enjoyed the surprise on the man's face.

Day 12: No data

Day 13: Not that I mind getting data, but I am receiving quite a lot more black on white discrimination from the black community in the city. Not that I don't know that everyone has the capacity to be racist, but when you as a biracial have it drilled into your head that it's just white americans that are racist it is quite jarring. I am slow to find much white on black discrimination though.

Day 14: No data

Day 15: No data

Day 16: How?????? How???? How can an African-American say I look like Frederick Douglas. There are a ton of differences between me and that civil rights history figure.

Day 28: Sometimes the glare from a racist person becomes very uncomfortable. If you can vividly feel it, focusing on other things becomes very tricky, whether in conversation with a friend unaware of what is going on, or eating. My first thoughts are, "who the hell are you, and why are you sending such looks my way, you don't know who I am, so why don't you go away." The thing about racism and prejudice that I've noticed these past few months directed my way, are that since it's looked down upon, people don't say anything, but their body language and eyes do. To those that act so towards myself and others, you are sabotaging yourself of opportunities that you don''t know might come your way. Hell that guy you are looking at that way could become the person you need to go to for help with mortgage, city management, law etc, and the first thing that person will remember upon seeing you, is the way you treated him without a word uttered.  I did make the endeavour to head out like I said I would and I reaped the "benefits" of it. I was with a friend and everything was going as normal in that restaurant until I stated that I was biracial and I guess people in restaurants somehow have super hearing or something.


Day 35: Ran into a member of the Ku-Klux Klan. We had a rather interesting conversation. He didn't assume me for white, he immediately figured I was biracial. The man was claiming that the group was not as violent as its earlier incarnations had been. That they KKK was now actively trying to recruit Blacks, Jews and homosexuals into their ranks in order to promote a more "American" image. Their new stance of hate and dislike it seems is against immigrants and those of the Islamic faith.

Day 36: Not so much to do with anything racial per say but the police force entered my apartment. It seems they were searching for the previous resident of the my abode and were surprised as they didn't know there was a white person living in the apartment now. 


Day 50: Decided to change my hair to be parted sideways instead of backwards to see if there would be different reactions, will post picture much later.


Day 60: Decided to go to a church to discuss the subject with the priest. We had an hour discussion of previous church statements against intermarriage and biracial couples and their offspring. The priest (name withdrawn) stated that at one point when he was much younger he was of that opinion as an altar boy and it took a lot of change happening around him for him to change his mind. (This was a Greek orthodox church)


Day 65: Ok seriously, this time a Caucasian said I looked like Frederick Douglas.

Day 85: During the Cherry Blossom festival in Washington D.C I ran into a biracial couple with their son. The mother was a white American, and the father a black Dominican. Obviously their son was a mix of both their features. I asked them for a moment of their time after informing them of my experiment and were more than happy. First I asked them questions on how exactly would they address the dichotomies of race with their son seeing as he was mixed. The mother's response was that she had placed her son in a school where there were plenty of other biracial children, and that he would know himself as mixed first and foremost. She didn't want her son to be pigeonholed or given labels. She did say that she and her husband planned to have more serious talks about racial identity once he got much older but that on her end she had not received much incident. The father on the other hand, due to his much darker skin, was oft mistaken for a kidnapper accosting his son, he spoke of having to deal with police and other officials who did not believe that his own child was his due to the vast differences in skin tone, the son being a very tan colour and the father being very dark. He plans to address that issue with his own son when he grows older as well. I am not sure if I mentioned this but my mother experienced something similar but in a different vein. When I was very little my skin was extremely light and thus whenever my mother took me around the general assumption was that she was my nanny and would get a range of responses once it was found out that she was my parent. This brings up another part of the biracial question, the relationship between child and parent, especially when the child is very far removed from the parent in terms of appearance to the point that police had to get involved.

Day 87: I decided to get an issue with my Nigerian passport sorted out at the Nigerian embassy in D.C as I plan to attend one of my cousin's wedding in Dec. 2015. So as I arrived I didn't expect too much hustle, they said they were closing but when I explained they were willing to take a look at my problem. What was not expected, and certainly not wanted, were the surprised glances upon seeing me and nearly being turned away almost immediately because in their words, "A white man coming in here claiming to be a Nigerian". I nodded, smiled and laughed through all of it, I ignored the condescending gazes, especially even more when most of the staff aiding me found out I was of mixed race. I could have sworn they harrumphed so much they could make a hyena confused. When I was offered to take a passport photo a woman at the embassy looked at me and said, "White Igbo, certainly you cannot take a picture with that hair (my hair was neat and tidy at the time), if you want to have a Nigerian passport, come back when you look like an actual Nigerian, "She said after looking me up and down like she could not believe I actually existed. Luckily I grew up with those looks pointed my way that I give no reaction to it outwardly, but that look, doesn't stop irritating me. They even had the gall to use the words "half-caste" in front of me. 
  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: Femi Kuti
  • Reading: Game of Thrones
  • Watching: Battlestar Galactica
  • Playing: Rome 2 Total War
  • Eating: Cream Chicken Rice
  • Drinking: Water
Last year for my master's I wrote a thesis paper on the discrimination that Biracial individuals receive from all walks and facets of community and life depending on their mix and how much they lean towards it. Now what I plan to do since my skin tone leans to the more Caucasian side is to let my hair grow out. (it has to a ridiculous length) and I will go to a stylist and have my now annoyingly long hair changed to look more like it belongs on a Northern European individual and see if I am treated any differently for it. As for my voice, I sound like how Americans think a stereotypical British person sounds for the most part (you can hear the Igbo a bit if you know West African accents). I likely will but this will confirm or disprove what I wrote about in my thesis paper so that I can have physical evidence to back it up. I will walk around stores, drive down the street with a nice looking car (rented), and go to more "white areas" and see.


Day 1: First few hours after styling the hair, I am being constantly mistaken for a person of Spanish Origin. First notice of the day, went to a branch of my bank that I had not been to before. Decided to talk business with a Caucasian teller, gave a very warm and friendly handshake and spoke in gentle and pleasant tones. After business was conducted, pretended to sit down and wait to meet up with someone, saw individual greet a Black American client, conversation was noticeably a lot stiffer and teller was a lot less warm and inviting and seemed like he wanted the man to leave. Edit: It was pointed out that I did not state the behaviour of the client after me. He was, as is colloquially said, all smiles and tried to be friendly with the teller, more so than I was. Whilst I wore a t-shirt and jeans he wore a business suit, so logically he should have seemed a more desirable customer than I.

Day 2: Went book shopping for some textbooks, nothing occurred that I noticed. Will buy more textbooks when the rest become available. Learned that I need 3 different gels, had to learn to use them in order, and two kinds of brushes and a comb plus how to tie a bonnet around my hair properly and will have to purchase a hair dryer. Perhaps the most levity of the day was my fiance asking me if I wished to get my hair done with her at some unspecified date in the future. That should add more to people consistently mistaking me for a woman all the time but I digress. Just adding some filler, I should not realistically expect to find evidence of racism every single day, if I find less than I assumed then that should be a good thing right?

Day 3: No activity of note that occurred today except me somehow failing to properly use a hand held hair dryer. For those who asked here are the before and after pictures of my hair.
Archosauria - Win 20140211 204756 by Ikechi1

That was me before the style
ARCHOSAURIA - new hair by Ikechi1

This is myself now.

Day 4: Martin Luther King Jr Day, not expecting to get any data on this day.

Day 5: A lot more results and data this time. I sat on the bus near a bunch of Nigerians commenting in Igbo (Baltimore has a lot of Nigerians) on how that "white man" (me, though the word they were using for white person was not exactly a nice word) had been styling his hair. I told them after a while in Igbo that I could understand every word and they were in shock and asked how a "white man" could speak a Nigerian tongue and I had to inform them that I was half-Nigerian myself. I also surprised the Slovakian bus driver who was thinking that I was a British/Spanish mix. To note, even before the hair change I have never been acknowledged by Nigerians as being one even when I lived there because I looked to different from them so that was not exactly new. Especially in my home village I had to convince a lot of the people that I was my mother's son :). In more interesting news I sat down for hot chocolate in Starbucks after buying some textbooks ($500 to rent a bunch of textbooks for just one semester is a robbery in my opinion). Then I had the opportunity to run into 3 police officers who immediately spotted that I was mixed from the onset, they said it was their job to be observant about facial structures and genetics when doing forensics and other law related things. Interested in my paper one of the policemen, who looked as Stereotypically white as you can possibly get, complete with a semi "porn mustache" informed me that he was actually ethnically Jewish/African-American and that he had a lot of experience in this regard. The other two cops were Polish and Czech (Baltimore has everyone it seems). They did answer a lot of questions and got into a philosophical discussion with themselves about biraciality and how Biracials should not be forced to identify with either of their parent races just because of their parent races and that they should forge their own identity. Although their biggest surprise was the news when it came up that in all my years of living in the United States I have never had a Taco or a Hamburger. They asked if that was a British thing. I was later recommended that if I wanted to get more interesting results to visit Hartford, Jessup, Cecil and Salisbury county in Maryland as the local people there are known to be less than amicable to minorities especially Cecil county (which is where my American High School was located) which has a well established KKK membership (was not fun encountering those elements when I was a teenager).

Day 6: Waaaay to cold for anything to be done. Major shops and other places are closed due to inclement weather.

Day 7: No data to be found, except finding the wavy hair at war with the straight.

Day 8: As I was walking I came upon a wall that had the hashtag #blacklivesmatter posted all over it with faces of the dead. To my surprise there was a Nigerian name on the list, and it was my sister's friend that had been killed by police on January 1st. As I was observing the mural an African-American man walked by saying, "Nice to see a white man taking an interest and seeing what that's about." Well, for one thing, it's not fair to say that white people would have no interests in how these individuals died just because of the colour of their skin.

Day 9: No data collected

Day 10: No data collected

Day 11: I don't see how someone could mistake me for Al Sharpton. They said it was the hair but I don't see it. Frankly I'm too light to be confused with Al Sharpton, also I have no idea what Al Sharpton would be doing in Baltimore right now. Ran into another Nigerian assuming that I was British, so to surprise the person I switched my accent to a Pidgin English (a form of English spoken in Nigeria) one and enjoyed the surprise on the man's face.

Day 12: No data

Day 13: Not that I mind getting data, but I am receiving quite a lot more black on white discrimination from the black community in the city. Not that I don't know that everyone has the capacity to be racist, but when you as a biracial have it drilled into your head that it's just white americans that are racist it is quite jarring. I am slow to find much white on black discrimination though.

Day 14: No data

Day 15: No data

Day 16: How?????? How???? How can an African-American say I look like Frederick Douglas. There are a ton of differences between me and that civil rights history figure.

Day 28: Sometimes the glare from a racist person becomes very uncomfortable. If you can vividly feel it, focusing on other things becomes very tricky, whether in conversation with a friend unaware of what is going on, or eating. My first thoughts are, "who the hell are you, and why are you sending such looks my way, you don't know who I am, so why don't you go away." The thing about racism and prejudice that I've noticed these past few months directed my way, are that since it's looked down upon, people don't say anything, but their body language and eyes do. To those that act so towards myself and others, you are sabotaging yourself of opportunities that you don''t know might come your way. Hell that guy you are looking at that way could become the person you need to go to for help with mortgage, city management, law etc, and the first thing that person will remember upon seeing you, is the way you treated him without a word uttered.  I did make the endeavour to head out like I said I would and I reaped the "benefits" of it. I was with a friend and everything was going as normal in that restaurant until I stated that I was biracial and I guess people in restaurants somehow have super hearing or something.


Day 35: Ran into a member of the Ku-Klux Klan. We had a rather interesting conversation. He didn't assume me for white, he immediately figured I was biracial. The man was claiming that the group was not as violent as its earlier incarnations had been. That they KKK was now actively trying to recruit Blacks, Jews and homosexuals into their ranks in order to promote a more "American" image. Their new stance of hate and dislike it seems is against immigrants and those of the Islamic faith.

Day 36: Not so much to do with anything racial per say but the police force entered my apartment. It seems they were searching for the previous resident of the my abode and were surprised as they didn't know there was a white person living in the apartment now. 


Day 50: Decided to change my hair to be parted sideways instead of backwards to see if there would be different reactions, will post picture much later.


Day 60: Decided to go to a church to discuss the subject with the priest. We had an hour discussion of previous church statements against intermarriage and biracial couples and their offspring. The priest (name withdrawn) stated that at one point when he was much younger he was of that opinion as an altar boy and it took a lot of change happening around him for him to change his mind. (This was a Greek orthodox church)


Day 65: Ok seriously, this time a Caucasian said I looked like Frederick Douglas.

Day 85: During the Cherry Blossom festival in Washington D.C I ran into a biracial couple with their son. The mother was a white American, and the father a black Dominican. Obviously their son was a mix of both their features. I asked them for a moment of their time after informing them of my experiment and were more than happy. First I asked them questions on how exactly would they address the dichotomies of race with their son seeing as he was mixed. The mother's response was that she had placed her son in a school where there were plenty of other biracial children, and that he would know himself as mixed first and foremost. She didn't want her son to be pigeonholed or given labels. She did say that she and her husband planned to have more serious talks about racial identity once he got much older but that on her end she had not received much incident. The father on the other hand, due to his much darker skin, was oft mistaken for a kidnapper accosting his son, he spoke of having to deal with police and other officials who did not believe that his own child was his due to the vast differences in skin tone, the son being a very tan colour and the father being very dark. He plans to address that issue with his own son when he grows older as well. I am not sure if I mentioned this but my mother experienced something similar but in a different vein. When I was very little my skin was extremely light and thus whenever my mother took me around the general assumption was that she was my nanny and would get a range of responses once it was found out that she was my parent. This brings up another part of the biracial question, the relationship between child and parent, especially when the child is very far removed from the parent in terms of appearance to the point that police had to get involved.

Day 87: I decided to get an issue with my Nigerian passport sorted out at the Nigerian embassy in D.C as I plan to attend one of my cousin's wedding in Dec. 2015. So as I arrived I didn't expect too much hustle, they said they were closing but when I explained they were willing to take a look at my problem. What was not expected, and certainly not wanted, were the surprised glances upon seeing me and nearly being turned away almost immediately because in their words, "A white man coming in here claiming to be a Nigerian". I nodded, smiled and laughed through all of it, I ignored the condescending gazes, especially even more when most of the staff aiding me found out I was of mixed race. I could have sworn they harrumphed so much they could make a hyena confused. When I was offered to take a passport photo a woman at the embassy looked at me and said, "White Igbo, certainly you cannot take a picture with that hair (my hair was neat and tidy at the time), if you want to have a Nigerian passport, come back when you look like an actual Nigerian, "She said after looking me up and down like she could not believe I actually existed. Luckily I grew up with those looks pointed my way that I give no reaction to it outwardly, but that look, doesn't stop irritating me. They even had the gall to use the words "half-caste" in front of me. 

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Ikechi1
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Im a guy thats not afraid to say what i think and i like to be open minded

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