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LS 1

Aufgabenstellung:

1.

Sum up what we learn about Mary-Alice Daniel’s family, their encounters with racism in the American South as well as their reactions to it.

(Comprehension)  (13 Punkte)
2.

Analyze the way Daniel offers the reader an insight into her search for identity. Focus on narrative techniques and use of language.

(Analysis)  (13 Punkte)
3.
Choose one of the following tasks:
3.1

The American writer, philosopher and podcaster Coleman Hughes argues that in order to achieve true equality in the USA, new race-neutral approaches in society, culture and politics are necessary.
Evaluate his call for policies disregarding skin color and race, taking into account social and political realities in the USA in the past and present.

(Evaluation: comment)  (18 Punkte)
3.2

You are participating in an international youth conference on culture and identity. Each participant is supposed to give a speech. Since reading Mary-Alice Daniel’s memoir has made a strong impression on you, you have decided to use the excerpt from her memoir as a starting point.
Write a script for the speech, commenting on the impact of growing up with a mix of cultures on young people’s identities and on the societies they live in.

(Evaluation: re-creation of text)  (18 Punkte)

Mary-Alice Daniel
A Coastline Is an Immeasurable Thing (2022)
A Memoir Across Three Continents

The text is an excerpt from a memoir by Mary-Alice Daniel, a poet and writer born in northern Nigeria in 1986. Two years later, her family fled to England and then moved to the USA in 1995.

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An entity came creeping into our habitat: the novel chimera of American Racism.
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We were the only Black family on our avenue, and it rattled us to encounter unwelcome.
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Finding some neighbors unfriendly, this was the place we started asking why. It’s not that
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my family had never experienced racism before; I’d just been too young to perceive its full,
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unbridled dimensions. In Southern suburbia, I was learning. I became more conscious of
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my race as a feature that would ostracize me. I was made to notice.
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All of us were laid bare to our new element.
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Like all immigrant children, ours was to adapt. The desire to become like our peers briskly
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gathered strength, becoming the driving force in our social development. While my sister
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and I performed well academically, my brother more readily assimilated socially. He won
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over his classmates in that easy way boys do – with a prank, a crass joke, or fancy footwork
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playing football, which he immediately knew to call “soccer”.
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He fluently adopted the demeanor and lingo of new social groups, and made it seem
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natural. Confidence neutralized his foreignness, and he sometimes set the irreverent
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standard of behavior amongst junior high school boys.
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I would describe my brother not as the class clown, but as the class chaos. The rest of
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us were working to recognize when we should be noticed and when we should not be. He
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acted out, always exposed. Looking back, he names the constant feeling of being called up
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to audition – under inspection, on display, hypervisible. His mischief might have been
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managed with a creative outlet rather than punishment. In detention, he drew – warships,
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tanks, and airplanes rendered with an astounding level of technical detail. He remained the
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most vulnerable under our saddle of hypervisibility. Once he was labeled a “problem Black
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boy,” shaking free of that incrimination became his lot in life.
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The American South marked the first time I was so exposed to the word “nigger,” both as a
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slur and a reclaimed term. Back then, it made me uncomfortable to hear the word in any
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context, but my brother incorporated the word into his vocabulary – to assert that it
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belonged to him, and that he in turn might belong to Black America, which he believed
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possessed a stronger sense of “Blackness” than our family did at that point. We had been
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Africans foremost, and culture trumped color. My sister was barely coping in what she
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called her “beat ʼem up” high school. Her tormentors derided her accent, deciding that she
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was trying to sound posh – that she thought she was better than them.
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All three of us were confused as we dealt with the virulent strain of racism preferred by
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Southern states. Once, my brother called my white friend a “Saltine cracker.” I cried and
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reported him to my father, who didn’t understand my reaction and did nothing. We had
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moved from an English town with a small Black population to a city that was almost a
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third Black. My new Black American peers didn’t know what to do with me. Some held a
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negative view of Africa and Africans. I was teased and called an “African booty scratcher,”
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that baffling childhood slur. I got over it quickly, but I had such trouble navigating the
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culture within a culture that is American Blackness within America.
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Curious after seeing an ad, I called a chat line for “urban singles.” I was connected to
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a “room” of many voices in overlapping conversations. I raised my voice above the din
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to introduce myself, and one woman demanded, “Who let this white girl in here?” I
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immediately hung up the phone, humiliated. I was envious of Black Americans and their
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ease: the way they knew what to say to each other and how to behave, while I could only
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observe at a remove.
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All over the media, the mannerisms of Black Americans were held up for mockery in the
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heyday of trashy talk shows, small-minded sitcoms, and political fearmongering. Some
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Nigerians compare the standard of living in America to the one we left behind, then unfairly
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conclude that Black Americans should be more grateful, sadly forgetting that we immigrants
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would not even be here if not for their sacrifices while fighting for civil rights. Some
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Nigerians dismiss the justified complaints against structural racism in the Western world,
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seeing only opportunity. And many fall for the ridiculous lie that Black American culture
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doesn’t place the same importance on education that Africans do. How insidious the
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demonization of Black Americans – that we sometimes believed the worst of them.
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Though young, I should have known better, having been saddled myself with negative
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stereotypes. The North of Nigeria holds a reputation amongst its Southerners as
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unenlightened. In this way, my native region is the inverse of the South of the USA. When
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my family moved there, the American South was terra incognita, except for the slack-jawed
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foolery I saw in movies. Because of this familiar caricature, a potential new identity as a
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Southerner appealed; I’ve an innate desire to defy low expectations. Instead, an identity was
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chosen for me. In Tennessee, I was told the first time that I “acted white,” and my English
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accent did not help.
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In all this noise, I still clung to immigrants of any background – they understood the
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minefield of lunch brought from home. Or show-and-tell. They had family photos to explain.
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They had parents to hide.


Mary-Alice Daniel, A Coastline Is an Immeasurable Thing. A Memoir Across Three Continents, New York: HarperCollins 2022, pp. 149–152
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