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18/30 - Caucasians
21 April 2013 19:04April 30/30
18/30
(inspired by a misguided facebook post that claimed that Caucasians come from Chechnya)
The Tsarnaev brothers do not represent the entire Caucasian community. There are many good law abiding Caucasians in our country. As everyone knows, Chechnya is located in the North Caucasian Federal District. As a South Caucasian, I fear being mistaken for a North Caucasian. In the South Cacausus area, I hail from a small place near White Falls by the Ivory Coast just up from Blanco Terrace in a suburb of Paleville called Albinoburg. My father’s name was Shields but my mother’s maiden name was Weissschild.
In my childhood in the homeland, I remember it being perpetually winter, snow as far as the eye could see, my mother blancheing food in the kitchen. My dog Chalky and my cat Alabaster curled up by my feet, and me drinking a nice tall glass of milk. My favourite dessert was vanilla ice cream. I still remember my mom’s pearls.
I’ve made my pallid way here in the new country. I’ve made peace with my melanin-challenged reflection. I pay my taxes just like everyone else. Myself and many people from my part of the world wish nothing but peace. But now I grip my bag tighter on the way to work and keep my head down. I’ve dyed my hair black and I’ve started going to sun beds. Just until things blow over.
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18/30
(inspired by a misguided facebook post that claimed that Caucasians come from Chechnya)
The Tsarnaev brothers do not represent the entire Caucasian community. There are many good law abiding Caucasians in our country. As everyone knows, Chechnya is located in the North Caucasian Federal District. As a South Caucasian, I fear being mistaken for a North Caucasian. In the South Cacausus area, I hail from a small place near White Falls by the Ivory Coast just up from Blanco Terrace in a suburb of Paleville called Albinoburg. My father’s name was Shields but my mother’s maiden name was Weissschild.
In my childhood in the homeland, I remember it being perpetually winter, snow as far as the eye could see, my mother blancheing food in the kitchen. My dog Chalky and my cat Alabaster curled up by my feet, and me drinking a nice tall glass of milk. My favourite dessert was vanilla ice cream. I still remember my mom’s pearls.
I’ve made my pallid way here in the new country. I’ve made peace with my melanin-challenged reflection. I pay my taxes just like everyone else. Myself and many people from my part of the world wish nothing but peace. But now I grip my bag tighter on the way to work and keep my head down. I’ve dyed my hair black and I’ve started going to sun beds. Just until things blow over.
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