The testament of my ego in the museum of my mind
|Authors||Barbara Martijn , Felix de Rooy (eds.)|
As the hidden heir of the colonial orgasm, as the extramarital bastard exorcised from the European testament, I escape the prison of genetic and historical identity. I became a refugee in the mythical country of the mixed race, la race mélangée, the no man’s land of the mongrel race. The invisible race of creolité, who despite lips chained by oppression and fear, multiplies beyond all border lines with the heartbeat of anarchy. Beneath the skin and between the sheets against the tide of racial exclusion and nationalistic rejection.
The wandering race, born from conflict and confrontation, curiosity and recognition, tenderness and intimacy. It’s children are no longer insecure, self-effacing half breeds suffering from a chronic identity crisis. They have blossomed into mutants with double and multi blood that fuses and nurtures. Multi-mixed mutants, angels of fused flesh infusions. One day they will save the world from the apocalypse of mutual genocide. May all humans be connected for all races have come inside us.
In my bloodstream collide Amazon Indians, Africans enslaved, slave masters and abolitionists from the Netherlands, Germany, France and persecuted Jews from Portugal. My spirit has traveled beyond battlefields of racial and cultural confrontation. Molded by generations of male sperm invading female egg cells I was fertilized, nurtured, full grown, squeezed, pushed out and given birth, a fresh nomad in no man’s land.
I am torn to shreds by sex, race, culture and religion pulsating through my veins, boiling my blood in feverish visions. I long to heal the historical pain between my Amazon ancestor and her European rapist. I feel the threatening silence between my African and Western ancestors, an armistice between shame and desire, lust and guilt. I read the Bible and surf on waves of internet porn, I polish up my Benetton consciousness and sip Fair-trade coffee from Delft blue porcelain cups.
I am conscious of my vulnerability, my mixed identity, my hybrid bloodline stained by alien cultures. The tyranny of hypocrisy and the litany of cultural schizophrenia reject my mutated genealogy. Freed from mutilating shame I take to the sky on wings of colored diversity. From the shadows of colonial history I extract the tenderness of my universal destiny.
Felix de Rooy
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