I saw some Hasidic Jews (sp?) in the train tonight - they weren't speaking English but my initial reaction was the same as I have often had with African-American looking people here (who then turned out not to be African American).
I think --- ooooh someone like me! I feel like I am home when I see them. My only conversation I ever had with actual Americans here outside of the University didn't go well. They were really jerky to me (and not members of the aforementioned groups). Sometimes a girl just gets a little homesick.
And then the guy in the seat in front of me was carrying a backpack from teh 6th annual international conference for toxic cyanobacteria.
Perhaps diversity isn't only to be found at home.
*** I am sure this offended someone, and that isn't my intent. I realize the ridiculousness of the feeling and that's why I am even mentioning it. Even if the gentlemen I saw in the train were from NYC, I doubt they would appreciate my enthusiasm. I've seen more people here with turbans than I have with unshaved side-burns.
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Sweetie, I often feel the same way. On the train back up north I heard people speaking English and I had to fight my instincts to chat them up.
Would black people in Europe still be called "African-American"?
That was the point. I thought they were, and they weren't. They were Africans or African Europeans or whatever.
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