Immigrant africans also self-segregate to the point that you almost never see them outside of black barbershops, afro beauty shops, black churches and other african-owned establishments when out in town. Almost Jim Crow levels of segregation.
Really! My birth mom did this to absurd degrees. But having white men as fuckbuddies was the only time she mingled with anyone outside her own race.
Weirdly she also hated white men but not when she bedded them.
Ironically her actions proved to me how important integration was and how it's important to be wary of race supremacy like critical race theory and "white privilege" and other such bullshit.
And generally, I don't like the idea of hanging out with other blacks because almost always they only latch onto me because "OMG ANOTHER BLACK PERSON. WHY DON'T YOU CELEBRATE YOUR HERITAGE?"
See bellow.
I heard horror stories about how african parents "discipline" their kids, it's always straight to corporal punishment, to absurd levels.
I can attest to this. It was a bit...rough on the soul. It's extra malicious when you consider a lot of them are fully aware that it's illegal - yet they do it anyway.
Had a kenyan colleague once who told me he's from tribe ABC and his tribe hates tribe XYZ and they can spot if they're from the other tribe by the way how that tribe eats their rice, they form it differently before putting it in their mouth. Wignats could learn from their kind of petty hatred
Yeah, that's the thing. A lot of African countries don't operate through nationalities but tribes. It's exactly the reason why South Sudan is currently such a slaughterhouse, why Rwanda had that infamous genocide, why my mother's country, Liberia, has coups and civil wars and corruption everywhere.
Also my birth mother has told me about similar rice horror stories too. Since Liberia is a country where women are second-class citizens and rape is as common as cloudy weather in England, the man has his own plate of rice and his wives have to share theirs with the kiddies. All sticking their fingers down.
(Yes, wives. Her brother has 7 of them)
My birth mother did almost impose some form of that onto me, by trying to lure me into sharing spoons. I stubbornly got a new spoon always when she wasn't looking because fuck that.