Brief history of Africans in Germany Introduction - American ...
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separate paths. They lost contact and after nearly three decades <strong>of</strong> search<strong>in</strong>g were<br />
reunited <strong>in</strong> Cologne <strong>in</strong> the 1960s.<br />
Yes, It was a life <strong>of</strong> ups and downs<br />
Juliana: My foster parents were <strong>of</strong> different backgrounds. She was German and he was<br />
Moroccan. Naturally, they behaved <strong>in</strong> a manner, shall I say, that did not put them <strong>in</strong><br />
conflict with the National Socialist regime. At that time, it was still possible to behave <strong>in</strong><br />
such a manner as to not come <strong>in</strong>to conflict with the government. We were <strong>in</strong> the circus,<br />
so we were always on the road. We worked <strong>in</strong> a variety <strong>of</strong> circuses. This alone pulled us<br />
apart. James had to leave early on to work with a group <strong>of</strong> acrobats. Theo [Theordor] and<br />
I had to stay with those people because we were the youngest ones. My older sister was<br />
<strong>in</strong> another circus. In 1935, however, she went to France. I left <strong>in</strong> 1937. First, I was <strong>in</strong><br />
Circus Ammah, which was a rather large French circus. When the war came, it was<br />
necessary for me to leave. Then I ended up <strong>in</strong> a menagerie and these people were also not<br />
a good sort. I was 18 years old. In 1937, my sister had sent for me to come to be with<br />
her.<br />
So, I went to France and, as it happened, I rema<strong>in</strong>ed there for 27 years. Due to the war, all<br />
<strong>of</strong> us lost touch with one another. In the meanwhile, my sister died <strong>of</strong> pneumonia <strong>in</strong> 1942.<br />
She had two children who still live <strong>in</strong> France. Her name was Christiana.<br />
“Black Germans do not exist.”<br />
James: We decided to go by ship to Africa, to Morocco. But there is someth<strong>in</strong>g else I<br />
want to tell first. That was <strong>in</strong> 1937. We were <strong>in</strong> Paris and had just pulled down the circus<br />
tent. My passport had just run out, so I went to the German consulate to have it renewed.<br />
I went <strong>in</strong> and said: “Good morn<strong>in</strong>g.” It was early <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g when I entered. They<br />
told me: “Here we don’t say, “Good morn<strong>in</strong>g”, we say, “Heil Hitler!” Had I aga<strong>in</strong> done<br />
someth<strong>in</strong>g wrong? So, good, as I didn’t have any other choice, I also said, ‘Heil Hitler.’”<br />
What do you want?” the clerk demanded. ‘To renew my passport’, I answered. “Your<br />
passport!” he said. “What are you, are you German?” “Yes, here is my passport,” I<br />
answered. He exam<strong>in</strong>ed it. “Born <strong>in</strong> Berl<strong>in</strong> on 2 October 1916 and so on and so forth”.<br />
Then he took my passport and went away with it. A quarter <strong>of</strong> an hour or more went by<br />
before he returned - but without my passport. I said: ‘I thought you were go<strong>in</strong>g to give<br />
my passport back to me.’ He said: “No, we are go<strong>in</strong>g to keep your passport. You are no<br />
longer German. Black Germans do not exist.”<br />
Then, I was really angry. What was I supposed to do without identity documents and<br />
such? Noth<strong>in</strong>g! How could I prove that I was really born <strong>in</strong> Berl<strong>in</strong>? This was the worst<br />
moment <strong>in</strong> my life.