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I was also refused entry while Krizta was greeted with a smile. She could go inside

but not with me. She declined, as she was terribly shocked.

 

 

 

A Nightclub Forbidden to Africans

By Hakeem Babalola

 

On that summer night, Daniel Prebor and Prince had gone to Café de Rio at Petofi Híd to enjoy themselves. At the gate, two muscular men - apparently bouncers - stopped them. The two were refused entry while other party goers got a warm welcome. Daniel and Prince demanded to know the reason for being fenced. One of the bouncers offered an explanation that deeply shocked the two men.

"It's an instruction from the owner not to let you in," said the bouncer. "Two days ago, police came here looking for three black men in connection with drugs, so we have been instructed not to let blacks in. Now go away."

On the same night, Krizta, my Hungarian friend and I went to the same Café de Rio. I was also refused entry while Krizta was greeted with a smile. She could go inside but not with me. She declined, as she was terribly shocked. I guessed she had never seen such unfair treatment of a person or group on the basis of prejudice - in her life. She was so much disturbed that Daniel, Prince, and I had to calm her down. "But they can’t do something like this," she kept saying.

Unlike Daniel, Prince, and Krizta, I was not struck with fear of any kind. Why should I? After all, I had previously exposed a similar club named Hully Gully (now closed down) for refusing entry to Africans under the pretense of a private club. In those days Africans had to pretend to be American or British before they were allowed entry into Hully Gully.

So I was not even angry with the bouncers; they were simply doing their jobs. Besides, I was in no mood for their brainless gabble. But I made desperate attempt to speak with the owner. The issue at stake was so sensitive and thus required more than mere muscle power, hence my desperation to speak with someone with less muscle.

Our attempt to reach the owner proved abortive. Meanwhile we passed the night at Zöld Pardon - the Club at the other side. As much as I tried, I couldn't get it from my mind, especially when I had been allowed in at the same Café de Rio a week before.

Still overwhelmed by the intensity of such discrimination, Krizta took it upon herself to make sure something was being done. She sent a protest letter to the media; contacted National Ethnic Minority Ombudsman; and other Human Rights Organisations. She seemed to be offended more than three of us put together. "Her reaction and that of people like her," said Prince, "is what keeps us going in this country."

In order to re-test the entry policy, I went to café do Rio again. Alas, the situation was the same. Although as intimidating as the bouncers looked, at no time did they result to physical abuse. They were just not in the mood to see dark faces. They were even generous enough to give me their boss telephone number. It was genuine but each time I called the boss, he "banged" his mobile phone. He was such a difficult man, and even threatened to deal with me should I persist in my "stupid" story. So I had no choice than to believe the bouncers.

Now let us examine the reason stated by the security guards for refusing entry to "blacks". The excuse sounds so implausible at first that I wonder if the security guards could be telling the truth. Just because law enforcement agents were looking for three black men, then they must be looking for all black men in Hungary! We need to tell this man that his irrational decision is offensive to "blacks" all over the world. Or does he think insulting "blacks" is so mundane that no one would raise an eye brow?

I am not sure whether the owner of Café de Rio would likewise instruct the bouncers to fend off all white people, had the police were looking for three white men in connection with drugs. It doesn’t make any sense to me. I wouldn’t mind if anyone had been refused entry on the suspicious of causing trouble. I sense the owner of Café de Rio must have been waiting for an opportunity like this in order to carry out such bigotry message. Thank God people like him are not at the helm of affairs; otherwise all of us blessed with dark skin would be languishing in jail by now.

But we should enlighten him that racial prejudice is always a delicate issue; it calls for sound judgement rather than hypothetical reasoning. He must also be told in plain language that his presumption was not only wrong but un-called for. In case of ignorance, we should as well educate this man about the fact that same race does not necessarily connote one people. Therefore, his supposition that all "blacks" are criminal is unjustified.

"The thing worries me, and I am disappointed," groaned Prince who has lived in Hungary for twenty years. "It’s simply discrimination. Enough is enough." Eriksson, a Swede who spoke to me after witnessing the situation, puts it very succinctly: "You mean they refused you entry because of your colour. They can’t do that in Sweden. The place will close down if you can prove it."

Well, the Hungarian constitution specifically outlaws any form of discrimination in private enterprises open to the public. Yet discrimination against minorities at some nightclubs is not a new complaint heard at City Hall. "But I can’t imagine a situation like this," said Balasz Endrenyi, an officer at the Mayor Office. "It’s unbelievable that such thing is happening." The founder of Mahatman Gandi Human Right’s Movement, Jibril Deen, was not surprised to hear such discrimination. "Of course that’s their usual song," he said. "Our disco is a private club."

However, Katalin Korda, a secretary at the National Ethnics Minority Ombudsman was taken aback when she heard the story. "It’s astonishing," she said, "to refuse someone because of his or her skin colour. It’s an insult." Unfortunately, the National Ethnics Minority Ombudsman has no official power to open investigation against private persons, according to its lawyer, Katalin Haraszti.

To some people such discrimination is both hypocrisy and immaturity. "The whole thing is a child’s play," explained Daniel who is a naturalised Hungarian. "Imagine they don’t want blacks in their Café but they play black music. Isn’t it hypocrisy?"

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Author’s note: The first incident happened in the summer of 2003 and nothing has changed since then. Budapest Sun, one of the three English newspapers refused to publish this article despite my earlier contribution to the paper.  

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Hakeem Babalola is currently teaching English Communication in Budapest, Hungary. He loves writing, a vehicle by which he rides to relieve himself of certain emotions. His articles have appeared in Nigerian newspapers including Nigerian Tribune, Daily Champion, Vanguard, Daily Trust respectively. He is also a contributor to several online magazines like Nigeriavillagesquare.com, Chatafrikarticles.com, voiceofnigerians and a host of others. Hakeem is a member of Association of Hungarian Journalists.  

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Escape from Slavery: The True Story

of My Ten Years in Captivity and My Journey to Freedom in America

By Francis Bok

Seven-year-old Francis Piol Bol Buk was living happily on his family's southern Sudan farm. One day in 1986, he was sent on errands to the marketplace. There, a slave raid ripped him from his contented life and threw him into a wretched existence serving under a northern Sudanese Arab. After he escaped at age 17, Buk made his way to Cairo with a black market passport incorrectly listing his name as Bok and became a U.N. refugee allowed to settle in the U.S. in 1999.

Although he found contentment in Iowa among other refugees, the following year Bok decided to work with an American antislavery organization, and testified before Congress about the atrocities in Sudan. While this is a remarkable story, its power is conveyed most effectively through Bok's simple retelling. His sincerity compels, especially when he describes the decade of mistreatment he endured. After two failed escape attempts, he's told he'll be killed in the morning, and while bound, he thinks of the morning ahead: "I would be dead and finally through with this place and this family. My mind preferred death." Yet when his master changes his mind, Bok immediately starts plotting again. For all his emotional strength, though, Bok remains humble. He thanks God and everyone who helps him escape slavery. This is a powerful, exceptionally well-told story, equally riveting and heartbreaking. Although legal strides have been made, with the help of people like Bok, the persistence of slavery in the world makes this a work that can't be ignored.—Publishers Weekly

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As a seven-year-old boy growing up in the southern Sudan, Bok was caught up in a raid on a regional market center when marauders from the north set upon the market, killing the men and kidnapping the women and children to work as farm slaves. He went from a loving and supportive extended family to the brutality of slavery in a strange land and culture, dominated by Muslims who considered him a Christian infidel. After enduring 10 years of slavery, Bok escaped to freedom in Cairo, where he became a U.N. refugee, eventually making his way to the U.S. at the age of 21. Having learned Arabic in Northern Sudan and English in America, Bok, with incredible determination, became involved in the antislavery movement, speaking around the country while seeking to earn a high-school degree. Yet it is his simple account of being a child cut off from his family and culture that shows the inhumanity of slavery. Bok's saga provides another—more contemporary—perspective on slavery for Americans reckoning with their own troubling history of such inhumanity. Vernon Ford—Booklist

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Slave: My True Story

By Mende Nazer

Born into the Karko tribe in the Nuba mountains of northern Sudan, Nazer has written a straightforward, harrowing memoir that's a sobering reminder that slavery still needs to be stamped out. The first, substantial section of the book concentrates on Nazer's idyllic childhood, made all the more poignant for the misery readers know is to come. Nazer is presented as intelligent and headstrong, and her people as peaceful, generous and kind. In 1994, around age 12 (the Nuba do not keep birth records), Nazer was snatched by Arab raiders, raped and shipped to the nation's capital, Khartoum, where she was installed as a maid for a wealthy suburban family. (For readers expecting her fate to include a grimy factory or barren field, the domesticity of her prison comes as a shock.)

To Nazer, the modern landscape of Khartoum could not possibly have been more alien; after all, she had never seen even a spoon, a mirror or a sink, much less a telephone or television set. Nazer's urbane tormentors—mostly the pampered housewife—beat her frequently and dehumanized her in dozens of ways. They were affluent, petty, and calculatedly cruel, all in the name of "keeping up appearances." The contrast between Nazer's pleasant but "primitive" early life and the horrors she experienced in Khartoum could hardly be more stark; it's an object lesson in the sometimes dehumanizing power of progress and creature comforts. After seven years, Nazer was sent to work in the U.K., where she contacted other Sudanese and eventually escaped to freedom. Her book is a profound meditation on the human ability to survive virtually any circumstances.—Publishers Weekly

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Alek: My Life from Sudanese Refugee to International Supermodel

By Alek Wek

"When I cleaned toilets, I only saw it as work to give me the means to achieve my goals. Of course I hated it," the Sudanese supermodel exclaimed. "Waking up at 4 a.m. when it's freezing cold is not easy, followed by Uni, coursework and my evening baby-sitting job, but it made me disciplined and gave me a huge sense of self-appreciation."

Born the seventh of nine children Alek, meaning 'black-spotted cow' (one of Sudan's most treasured cows, which represents good luck), never dreamt of becoming a model. Both in her motherland, where she was considered to be inferior due to her Dinka tribe (dubbed as 'zurqa', meaning dirty black) and again in Britain when she arrived in 1991, she faced hostility.

Since being scouted Wek has been in several high-profile music videos, done ads for Issey Miyake, Moschino, Victoria's Secret and Clinique, as well as strutted the runway for fashion designers John Galliano, Donna Karen, Calvin Klein and Ermanno Scervino - to name a few. The Dinka beauty who was the first black model who didn't conform to a Caucasian aesthetic also scored an acting role in 2002, debuting in The Four Feathers as Sudanese princess Aquol. . . .

"When I was granted permission to re-enter the country and I had the opportunity to revisit my old life, I realised that I need closure because my life has transformed so much. But with the closure I was seeking, I also realised that I had an open book to move forward. Once I returned to my new home in Brooklyn, I had a burning desire to transcribe my feelings into memoirs," she said. . . .

Maintaining her Dinka traditions while living in the Big Apple, Wek always speaks to her mother in their traditional language and talks Arabic with her sisters. Wek lives with her boyfriend of four years, Riccardo Sala, an Italian who works in property but, most importantly, Wek brings her past life to the kitchen table by cooking traditional Dinka food such as okra stew and dried fish, creating aromas from her small town in Wau in her East Side, New York, kitchen.—Jamaica-Gleaner

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Word, Image, and the New Negro

By Anne Carroll

The author's analysis of how the illustrations amplify and create tension with the writing and how they empower and sometimes disempower their subjects is the first critical work in this important area. Generously illustrated. Highly recommended.— Choice

In tracing the formation of the idea of the New Negro through the vital interplay of literature, art, and social criticism, Word, Image, and the New Negro makes a superb contribution to scholarship on the Harlem Renaissance, the history of African American publishing, and modern American culture.—Eric J. Sundquist, author of To Wake the Nations: Race in the Making of American Literature 

The first detailed comparative analysis of the mix of text and illustration in the major African American magazines and anthologies of the 1910s and 1920s. It is a major advance in our understanding of what amounted to innovative collage forms articulated to race and politics. Carefully theorized and rich with persuasive readings, the book should appeal not only to literary scholars but also to anyone interested in modernity and the little magazine.—Cary Nelson, author of Revolutionary Memory

A very welcome contribution to the contemporary rethinking of the period. By calling our attention to the images that consistently and significantly appeared alongside some of the well-remembered texts of the Harlem Renaissance, Carroll foregrounds the very modernity that the New Negro Movement sought self-consciously to embrace.... Carroll's eye for the particular will have both a helpful and inspiring effect on readers who want to continue building on the work she has done here.—Net Reviews

This book focuses on the collaborative illustrated volumes published during the Harlem Renaissance, in which African Americans used written and visual texts to shape ideas about themselves and to redefine African American identity. Anne Elizabeth Carroll argues that these volumes show how participants in the movement engaged in the processes of representation and identity formation in sophisticated and largely successful ways. Though they have received little scholarly attention, these volumes constitute an important aspect of the cultural production of the Harlem Renaissance. Word, Image, and the New Negro marks the beginning of a long-overdue recovery of this legacy and points the way to a greater understanding of the potential of texts to influence social change.—amazon.com

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Spectres of 1919: Class and Nation in the Making of the New Negro

By Barbara Foley

A carefully argued, nuanced presentation of the genesis of the Harlem Renaissance. Foley's breadth of knowledge in American radical history is impressive.—American Literature

Foley's book is a lucid and useful one... A heavyweight intervention, it prompts significant rethinking of the ideological and representational strategies structuring the era.—Journal of American Studies  

Foley does a masterful job of analyzing the racial and political theories of a wide range of black and white figures, from the radical Left to the racist Right... Students of African American political and cultural history in the early twentieth century cannot ignore this book. Essential.—Choice

In our current time of crisis, when ruling classes busily promote nationalism and racism to conceal the class nature of their inter-imperialist rivalries, one can only hope that readers will not be daunted by Foley's dedication to analyzing the ideological milieu of the 1920s that contributed to the eclipse of New Negro radicalism by New Negro nationalism.—Science & Society

With the New Negro movement and the Harlem Renaissance, the 1920s was a landmark decade in African American political and cultural history, characterized by an upsurge in racial awareness and artistic creativity. In Spectres of 1919 Barbara Foley traces the origins of this revolutionary era to the turbulent year 1919, identifying the events and trends in American society that spurred the black community to action and examining the forms that action took as it evolved.

Unlike prior studies of the Harlem Renaissance, which see 1919 as significant mostly because of the geographic migrations of blacks to the North, Spectres of 1919 looks at that year as the political crucible from which the radicalism of the 1920s emerged. Foley draws from a wealth of primary sources, taking a bold new approach to the origins of African American radicalism and adding nuance and complexity to the understanding of a fascinating and vibrant era.amazon.com

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The White Masters of the World

From The World and Africa, 1965

By W. E. B. Du Bois

W. E. B. Du Bois’ Arraignment and Indictment of White Civilization (Fletcher)

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