In Honduras, there was no doubt we were the white minority.
That being said, there are a whole lot of
missionaries in Honduras, there is an entire Mennonite community smack-dab in
the middle of Honduras – we were in the minority, but white people weren’t an
uncommon occurrence. According to the
CIA Factbook, it lists whites as being 1% of the population. I could find hair dressers to cut my hair,
clothes that would fit, American restaurants that would wet my appetite, and
tons of American import foods at the grocery store because of the big
missionary presence. So, yes, we were
the minority, but there, blaring differences weren’t so dramatic.
Here, in our little country, things have dramatically changed. In the city where we live, I would suggest
there are probably about 10 white people.
The CIA Factbook doesn’t even list “whites” as part of the demographic
make-up as there are so few of us. Don’t
get me wrong – there are plenty of other immigrants from China, the
middle-east, and other parts of Africa – but European white, or U.S. white –
yeah, about 10 of us. The grocery stores
are filled with foods from all over Africa, the middle-east, China, and more,
but I’ve yet to see any “American food.”
And, let’s face it, Beautiful African hair is nothing like my very
white-person hair. Every hair dresser I’ve
walked in to has taken one look at me, shake their head no, and out I go. Having been here for over a year now, I’ve
never found a place to get my hair cut.
We don’t own a car, for various security and practical reasons, so we
take taxi’s wherever we go. In I go, and
more often than not, if there are children in the car, I am stared at for the
entire ride in the taxi. The look of
sheer bewilderment on the children’s faces when Spanish erupts from my lips is
quite humorous to watch. When we walk
into a new church, every head turns, when we go to the grocery store or the
market, people watch us. When I put on a
clinic, or go to schools to give parasite meds, silence ensues as people watch
and try and figure me out. If children
are bold enough, they touch my skin, and pet my hair. Personal space is nothing like it is in the
U.S. – be prepared to be intruded upon, sat on, kissed, hand-shake, and people
showing off their “white friend.”
I buy strange things, and people always look at my cart wondering what
in the world I would be making with that.
I sport colored tattoos on my feet – my feet are stared at all the time
as I walk from place to place. My weird accent, my strange hair, my white skin,
being a 6’1” woman, I start to understand a little of what it means to be a
minority.
But for the most part – people are kind. They help me when I look lost, or need help
finding something. Drivers stop the car
to let me cross the street, and people first ask me if I’m from Spain as there
are so few North Americans here.
Being here, in a very foreign land, helps to remind me to always be
kind. I struggle, almost daily, to
figure out how to live here, not speaking Fang, I struggle with those who don’t
know Spanish – and I get a taste of what it’s like being a foreigner in the
United States. In my mind I always
thought – how lucky the refugees or immigrants are who are able to find shelter
in the U.S. It has so much to offer –
but it will NEVER be “home.” No matter
how long a refugee or immigrant lives in the U.S., there will still be familiar
sights, tastes, and people from their original home that they will forever long
for. It helps me be a better person, I
think, being a foreigner in a foreign land –not even being a statistical
presence of a white person in the land of Africans. To be a white minority.
But God is not quiet in all of this.
1 Peter 2 tells us that we are foreigners in a strange land, that we are aliens and strangers in the world.
Leviticus 19:33-34 “When a stranger sojourns with you in your land, you shall not do him wrong. You shall treat the stranger who sojourns with you as the native among you, and you shall love him as yourself, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.
Exodus 23:9
“You shall not oppress a sojourner. You know the heart of a sojourner, for you were sojourners in the land of Egypt."
Ephesians 2:19
So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God,
Colossians 3:11
Here there is not Greek and Jew, circumcised and uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave, free; but Christ is all, and in all.
So if you are the minority, the majority, the foreigner, or the national - let us love one another in Christ as Christ loved us.
But God is not quiet in all of this.
1 Peter 2 tells us that we are foreigners in a strange land, that we are aliens and strangers in the world.
Leviticus 19:33-34 “When a stranger sojourns with you in your land, you shall not do him wrong. You shall treat the stranger who sojourns with you as the native among you, and you shall love him as yourself, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.
Exodus 23:9
“You shall not oppress a sojourner. You know the heart of a sojourner, for you were sojourners in the land of Egypt."
Ephesians 2:19
So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God,
Colossians 3:11
Here there is not Greek and Jew, circumcised and uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave, free; but Christ is all, and in all.
So if you are the minority, the majority, the foreigner, or the national - let us love one another in Christ as Christ loved us.