[Redbook1:275-276][19730203:0226]{Nationality
and Race}[3rd February 1973]
(Saturday)
197302030226.
I remember
recently in Lincoln’s Inn I found myself dining next to a tall thin
African. As an opening gambit: ‘Where
are you from?’ I said, turning to him.
He drew
himself up proudly. ‘I’m an African from
Nigeria.’
(-- I think it was Nigeria.)
‘Oh.’ I
said, not wanting to cause trouble. ‘I’m
an Englishman from England.’
The
Bangladeshian across the table – that’s what he called himself, but he had
trouble pronouncing it later on – was braver than I was.
‘What do
you mean, you’re an African from Nigeria?’ he said. ‘It’s perfectly obvious you’re an
African....’
As my
father said, they may not be brave, but they sure can be foolhardy....
In fact the
Bangladeshian, as a member of a splintered part of an unreal State, and I, as a
member of a people at least in theory abandoning one nationalism for another,
enjoyed ourselves provoking the African from Nigeria
about regressive Nationalism and reactionary tendencies in the brotherhood of Man.
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