On my first day in Paris I sat down with French newspaper outlet @LeMondeFr to address concepts most often misunderstood about identity, social location, global blackness, patriarchy, the colonial mentality vs. the enslaved mentality and why the call for a diasporic Pan African unity will continue to persist. From what I observed and what I was told, race is not discussed openly in France (the way that gender is) because it makes people uncomfortable. LOL. Greetings France, my name is Funmilola Fagbamila and I’m here to disturb your comfort 👋🏾🙏🏾 Later in the day I had a conversation with an unassuming white American woman who had moved to France many years ago. She asserted that race isn’t discussed in France because race isn’t an issue in France. Strangely enough this runs contrary to the stories and experiences of exclusion, misrepresentation and outright disrespect that my Paris-based Sengelase, Ivorian and South African brethren and sistren relayed to me. It ran contrary to what I observed in viewing the disproportionately high ratio of one hue of people representing the Parisian working class. Social blinders are a bxtch.
On my third day in Paris I performed The Intersection: Woke Black Folk at the Palais de Tokyo to a primarily French speaking audience (English is the second language) and I didn’t know if it would translate well. It translated beautifully and perfectly. The message was received and the mission was accomplished.
On my last day in France I had a gorgeous Parisian escapade. 8 year old Funmi watched Passport to Paris 3437.8 thousand times (Alllll you 90’s baby ladies know what it do so don’t even ATTEMPT to judge me) and I wondered if I would one day have my Mary Kate and Ashley Passport to Paris moment 😂😂😂😂 I did 🌹and it was perfect.