* title borrowed from the book by Z. Erasmus.
I was asked recently to contribute to a discussion about the term "coloured". Personally, I have rejected this label most of my life. This does not mean I don't celebrate and / recognize my mixed heritage - I have 1 great grandparent who was Xhosa, 1 with roots in St Helena Island, 1 from North India, 1 from Scandanavia, 1 with German roots and 2 who were a result of Dutch/Khoi relationships.
While growing up in the 80"s and early 90's my parents, who were very politically charged at the time told my brother and I that we were black - we weren't even ALLOWED to use the term "coloured". At school (where I sampled a variety of bizarre & tragic perspectives on race ) my peers and teachers couldn't understand why I chose to call myself black. I persisted to reject this term to the dismay of my teachers and friends (esp "coloured" friends). I think that my parents rejected the term coloured in favour of calling themselves black to identify with the black consciousness movement - it made sense politically.
The revolution has to be about the collective.
By classifying people as "coloured" those in power denied/robbed/stripped people of their history and their cultural identity. It's a crime that most "coloured" people can't really trace back their lineage more than 3 or 4 generations. Most of us have pieced together fragments of stories and created disjointed trajectories. Many of us are still searching... I also find it ludicrous that we have to classify people according to the colour of their skin anyway. If we are going to reject the term "coloured" we have to reject all racial classifications and make them irrelevant. I just can't attach my identity to a race or to a number on my ID card when I know I am not that.
But what do YOU guys think?