While I wasn’t really expecting this conversation, I am very much enjoying it and learning from it. I have grown up with literature like “Mijn zuster de negerin” Which translates to “My sister the Negro” — a genre of colonialist literature — where a white man spends most of the book sulking about everyone he knows being against the romantic relationship that is developing between him and a black woman. Towards the end someone finally clues him in that the objections are less about her being black and more about her being his illegitimate half sister. That’s just one of many books where a black woman is portrayed as the very essence of woman. A lot of Suriname black women have been my feminist (femininist) role models. They always seemed to have this natural balance happening between being a lady and being bad-ass. It never really occurred to me that the experience of a black woman could be not thinking of herself as woman. Although just thinking ‘me’ would go a long way to explaining the ease of pulling this balance off.