Expat Life: Three Lessons Traveling Has Taught Me About Being a Black Woman
By Carolyn Vines
Summary: Author, editor and award-winning blogger Carolyn Vines is a full-time mother of two bicultural, bilingual daughters. Expat life has given her unique insight into what it means to be a black woman in the world.
For over twenty years I've been traveling and living abroad. I've been all over the United States down to Mexico and the Caribbean and across the ocean to Europe. I've become acquainted with nearly one hundred cities in seventeen countries spread over three continents, each of which, through a slight gesture or a grandiose revelation, gave me insight into what it means to be a black woman in the world.
First and foremost, those travels have taught me that America's futile obsession with race does not define me. In contrast, the people in each of the countries I've visited were interested in me because I was a black woman. They listened when I spoke and wanted to know about black culture in America. Bit by bit, with each journey, I expelled all remnants of a racist ideology that, unwittingly, I had internalized.
By the time I moved to the Netherlands, eleven years ago, the slate had been wiped clean enough for me to inscribe my own definition of who I was. Dutch culture, for example, does not see blackness first and foremost, nor does it place a stigma on skin color. Therefore, instead of focusing on how others perceive me because I'm a black woman, I feel empowered to focus on my creative potential as an author, mother and individual.
America's obsession with race extends to the black community, where it is felt deepest in our negative body image. Nowhere is this felt with greater intensity than among black women and our hair. We've managed to politicize something as personal as hair care. Hair continues to divide us. Even now we're in the middle of a polemic, one side of which tells us that if we chemically process our hair, we're ashamed of our heritage and have a poor self-image, as though sporting natural locks could somehow obliterate all of our issues, past and present.
In the absence of Dudley products, I've been forced to ground my body image in other areas besides the physical. I started paying attention to the fact that people responded to my openness, were drawn to my genuine interest in their culture and were attracted to my growing self-confidence. That, in turn, empowered me to love the body the good Lord gave me – with a couple tweaks here and there! I'm a lovely shade of brown, my body is healthy and my hair is versatile. I'll change my hairstyle at the toss of a coin depending on what part of my character I want to express that day. Being abroad has taught me that my brown body is just that: a brown body. I get to tell the world exactly what that brown body stands for, not vice versa.
In addition to learning that my hair and that America's racist ideology do not define me, traveling abroad has taught me that I have a distinctive voice. As in writing, voice is not limited to the words I use but extends to how I get my message across. The fact that I travel speaks volumes to the multi-dimensional identity of black women in general. The way I dress, how I pass along the legacies of the black culture to my children, how I interact with my husband, down to how I try to dance on the cross trainer at my gym listening to Prince, George Clinton and the Doobie Brothers are all extensions of the voice I carry within.
When I turned to words – through blogging and writing my memoir – I connected with other black women living abroad and tuned into that vibrant community. I learned that we could be, and were, an indispensable support for one another. We shared past hurts, present successes and future dreams. Their voices, expressed through their stories, resonated with and fused into mine, making it stronger, clearer and eloquent.
As I look back over the past twenty years of traveling abroad, I realize that my journeys haven't been about stepping outside my country as much as venturing internally towards a definition of my black womanhood expressed in my own terms and on my own terms. Those journeys have empowered me to successfully live beyond the limitations of my comfort zone, beyond the limitations of my identity.
About the Author
Besides being an author, editor and award-winning blogger, Carolyn Vines is a full-time mother of two bicultural, bilingual daughters. She holds an MA in Latin American literature and has taught in universities in the Netherlands and in the US. She speaks Spanish and Dutch fluently and currently resides with her family in the Netherlands.
About the Book
After accepting her Dutch boyfriend's invitation to move from sultry New Orleans, Carolyn finds herself in the land of windmills, wooden shoes and endless gray skies. As she moves away from the remnants of her tragic childhood and America's obsession with race, she is plunged into the depths of homesickness, depression and a declaration of war on her own hair.
She travels through motherhood and a career change, and her determination is put to the test. On the way to self-discovery, she ends up finding love, soul sisters and the secret to avoiding bad hair days.
In this mid-life memoir, Carolyn writes candidly about how getting the runaround in Spain, being mistaken for a prostitute and losing her passport in Cuba, and dealing with Dutch people on their bikes (among other quirky adventures) have changed her ideas about being a black woman in the world.
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First Published: Dec 06, 2010