As of September 2023, I lived in India, Spain, China, Vietnam, Brazil, and El Salvador. I have also explored numerous countries from Morocco to the Philippines. As a Black woman, my treatment varies depending on my location.
In my perspective, when traveling as a Black woman abroad, there is no uniform experience. Even within a single country, experiences change. Experiences may be shaped by factors such as the local culture (comprising various cultures within a country or region) and individual attitudes. Other factors affecting people’s responses to me may be related to the historical relations of the country with individuals of my ethnicity, the degree of exposure to women of color, and the portrayal of women of color in the media.
Traveling abroad might prompt you to contemplate your identity in new ways. Each experience is unique, but I will spotlight some potential encounters for African Americans overseas.
On several occasions while abroad, I encountered skepticism about whether I was from the United States or not. Some individuals believed I had immigrated or questioned my true place of birth and my parents’ origins. In certain places, I was not immediately recognized as American, and instead of English, some addressed me in French. The perception of being a non-American could stem from the lack of diversity in media representation.
I recall an incident while shopping for dental floss overseas when a girl suddenly approached me and began running her fingers through my braids without warning. I was taken aback and uncertain about how to respond. We exchanged bewildered glances, and eventually, I pulled back and firmly asked her to stop.
In some instances, you might be one of the first individuals people abroad encounter with your particular hair texture. People may not be accustomed to seeing women with braids, dreads, or curly-kinky hair, leading them to react by touching it or taking photographs.
Some stereotype black women as promiscuous and hypersexual. Some people might see you as a prostitute or only good for sex. People might think this because of how people of color in their country were portrayed historically, from the media, or porn.
All of this has happened to me at different times in various points. And sometimes it was tough. Sometimes I felt like a celebrity. You just have to remember that in some countries it’s not the norm to see a black person or person of color. As a result, people may think you are “exotic” and they may not know how to behave properly.
All experiences are not bad. I remember a friend was telling me that while she was traveling in Vietnam she was going to a theater. The people thought she was from a royal African family. They escorted her to the front of the theater and gave her special treatment.
You may be called Michelle Obama or Oprah Winfrey. You may even be asked if you know former President Obama or Michael Jordan.
I remember one time I was going to a restaurant overseas. This restaurant was off the beaten path. There weren’t many tourists around. As I sat down, the cook yelled from the window “What’s up [N-word]!?” I was taken aback. I felt tempted to ignore it but seeing how there were only two other people in the restaurant, I asked the cook where he learned that phrase. We then had a conversation about the word, its origins, and black American culture.
When we travel overseas, it’s a two-way street. The people you encounter will have reactions about you, either positive or negative. You, in turn, will learn about the people you encounter. Some of your stereotypes or ideas about how people in your host country behave may be destroyed. In this interesting article, the author writes that even though she is African American, her idea of how people lived and dressed in Swaziland was challenged. She writes
“Prior to Swaziland, my impressions of Africa, and indeed Africans, had been shaped by movies, National Geographic magazines, and the Discovery Channel. At that time, the people displayed through those media outlets were often depicted wearing bright tribal clothes that left them partially nude, they hunted animals with spears and waged tribal wars often, and they sat on dusty floors in mud huts while cooking things in clay pots. Their lives seemed so exotic, so otherworldly.
However, in Swaziland, I found the people and their activities to be quite familiar—so much that I often grew bored.”
You might travel abroad and find that nothing happens. You might feel like no one notices or cares. There’s no pointing, taking pictures, or people passing you their baby. You don’t have to explain how it’s possible you’re American.
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Love this! Thank you for this article. I intend to show it to my daughter since next month we are bidding on our new post with a different foreign affairs agency and are stepping out of [my/our] comfort zone of Sub-Saharan Africa to SE Asia perhaps.
Great, I’m glad 🙂
Every time I’ve been abroad something bad has happened. I get treated like, at the very least, that I’m “lying” about having an education and having come there to teach Maths; in England I was mistaken for having come there to teach English instead of Maths because I “look too stupid to be good at Maths”. And naturally England doesn’t want anyone with the North American “accent” teaching English in their country, you know .That’s unheard of. It makes you “not qualified.” But they ASSUMED I was “not qualified” in Maths, either, even though I had sent on ahead my transcripts from YALE UNIVERSITY, for God’s sake. I get a lot of grief over that, too, I get a lot of “how’d you get into Yale, I thought you had to be smart to get into Yale.” I get that even here Stateside on a regular basis. Not just England and then France and Germany. And then Mexico. When I went down there I got almost immediately robbed (not raped, though; that didn’t happen until after I’d gotten robbed of all my money in France). In France I got robbed of all my money out of my wallet, and then later on my passport, and of course raped from winding up sleeping in the train station for having literally no other choice as all the “charities” that put people up for free only take refugees and asylum-seekers. Those are statuses for which no one from either North American country qualifies, as our countries are considered “safe” even for blacks and are, after all, the countries that “the rest of the world” is “dying’ to get IN to. Everywhere i go I get treated like they’re outraged that I should LEAVE my, what they consider, “paradise.” It never ceases to amaze me that abroad, you will get hit with that attitude of “how dare you leave America” even though they can see you’re “black” or brown or at any rate not White. The world thinks America is some sort of “paradise” even for its Aboriginals and Blacks and will make your life a living nightmare abroad until they drive you BACK HOME. I’ve been treated like “go back where you came from!” in so many countries, naturally none of which would HELP me to do so after I’d gotten robbed of all my money and passport. All they do is send you to “your Embassy” which of course also does nothing if you don’t have money with you – the American Embassy in Amsterdam refused to issue me an emergency “get you back home” travel document since I had no money and no way to get any without a bank account or credit or debit card short of, what did they expect, bank robbery? I’ve wound up panhandling (to no avail, being “black” and “American” I’d just sit there and get laughed at and made fun of if not outright attacked).
Oh and let’s see, the being raped part. That was from the fact that I “attract” nothing but Africans and Arabs whenever I’m overseas in countries that are running rampant with those nationalities. Then again I think I’d attract the only damn African rape-mentality thugs even in some place like Siberia. People from a “culture” where they think a black woman has no right to say NO to an African man because that’s HER doing something to HIM, sort of rubbish. Or that I “belonged” to him just because I started TALKING to him, sort of thing. I grew up in a different “culture” in the 1970’s and 80’s then these people that Europe is flooded with nowadays. I didn’t “belong’ to ANYBODY let alone just any black MAN who saw me and fancied me. Then I go over to Europe thinking I’m there for a PhD in Biophysics and get treated like a walking body part by some damn thug from a culture that thinks that what I think I’m “for” is not what THEY think I’m “for,” sort of thing. Oh and me being a lesbian, completely out of the question to those people. They say France and even Germany are “liberated” in that regard, but not when you’re Black or look “black” and fending off Black Africans and Arabs who apparently think you look like they own you or something. I could write a book about this. A horror story.