I defend absolutely Rachel Dolezal's decision to identify herself as Black. I, myself, am a black man trapped in the body of a middle aged white European man. Negritude has nothing to do with skin colour; it’s a state of mind, a sense of being, a striving for belonging. That I was born with nordic / alpine European physical characteristics is an accident of nature. My soul is Black.
My brothers, do I not feel the cruel welts from the rod of servitude,
the pain of iron and taste of blood around my throat and wrists from
your brutal confinement? Is my tribal spirit not crushed by the savage
conformity of your ghost race? The very rhythm of my heart like the
pulse of my native forests, a drum and bass backtrack to my true being?
This salaried servitude is like a yoke upon my back, and though my MD, my Overseer, may call me Herbert and ask me to the pub, let's see how he copes with having to call me Kunta and having to make proper provision for we transracials at the next Christmas lunch. Oh yes, we are Legion! Nigel, or rather Hui-Ah, in accountancy identifies as Mandarin Chinese.
Though my body is that of a weak and feeble middle manager, I have the heart and stomach of a king - probably Bokassa, or Zulu king Goodwill. Right, must dash - time to get down wid de bludz.