The son of our author experiences with football, as a boy in the cabin is offended because of his skin color. And do not know what to do.
The days are happening sad. In Berlin-Hohenschönhausen. Our little one is in such a kind of DFB selection. This is not sad but exciting. And a little scary, for the boy's mother. The, everyone notes, has a good body and space feeling.
He might as well become a swing dancer. But the swing is just not in Germany yet no broadsport. And so the small kicker landed in the dressing room of the BFC Dynamo. For those who are not Berliners from the left-wing border: The BFC has a reputation for attracting rights. Supposedly passé. Nevertheless, we had already given a BFC coach a departure, when the like a recruiter at the football field had gelungert.
In the changing room is usually with his team. This time not, this time there are also eleven-year-olds from the BFC Dynamo, and they say to the boy who is sitting next to ours: Na Negro? Negro kiss! Haha! Negro!
The boy, says my son, and it is almost a little incidental to him in the selection, the boy had totally horny hair, so strong and high. All favorite soccer players and the favorite singer of my son have frizzy hair and a dark complexion. He finds this beautiful and now he sits next to the boy and does not know what to do.
What am I doing, he says at the supper, when the negroes say to him? What was his name, the boy? No idea. Well, then you ask him stop. Sit down to him. Maybe put your hand on his arm. And so show the Dynamo-dop that you belong to him. And if you dare, then you tell them that you do not say that. Think of my friend E., I said, the still suffers today under that she was not only treated by children so.
Later I saw a post, which is just as mundane tips as I have done. If you can get it somewhere, on the bus or in the subway, with racists to do. From the Facebook post has been a message and from the message is probably still a guide on civil courage.
But all these instructions against racism came to me so helpless when I saw my frightened son. We had long ago explained to him what racism is and how he came about and how he came about. He has created a poster for the school, over and against racism. He knows all the advertising trailers of the footballers against racism. And the stories of my girlfriend, how the neighbors in their childhood wiped their cabinets when they touched them, the "Negerkind".
All that he knew, up to that moment in the cabin, only. But did not get to feel. And that makes - unfortunately very often in life - a huge difference.
