According to the Liberian Constitution a white guy like me
is not allowed to become a citizen of Liberia.
Only someone of ‘Negro descent” (not my words!) is considered
qualified for citizenship. There is a whole lot more to share about that later,
but for now let’s just say it is an attempt to protect the culture and values
of the Liberian people (as most immigration laws are). While that may be what is written on paper I
have found the Liberian people themselves very willing to accept others into
their society based on more than skin color.
Case in point… Zondo bestowing this less tan man with the honor of a
community bowl and spoon.
Posing with the Bowl and Spoon after the ceremony - to my left is the honorable Arthur Crusoe |
What is so great about getting a bowl and spoon as a
gift? The symbolism, that’s what! The spoon was historically a utensil owned only by a chief or some other big man in the community.
In fact, sometimes a spoon would have its own special bag that was
carried around by one of the chief’s aides and brought out for him during meal
time. Everyone else ate with their
fingers. To be given a spoon means you are respected by the community.
Me and the Paramount Chief of the Region who witnessed the ceremony |
Needless to say, I was deeply honored and humbled by both
the privilege and the responsibility of being a member of the Zondo
community. These are now my people and
their joy is my joy, their suffering my suffering. While I may not have a citizenship in Zondo
that is formally recognized by the US or the Republic of Liberia I consider it
real nonetheless and I am honored and willing to be known as one of them, white
skin and all!
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