Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Table of Contents
- Translator's Preface
- Dedication
- Black German
- White Mother, Black Father
- Our Roots in Cameroon
- My Father's Story
- The Human Menagerie
- School
- The Reichstag is Burning
- Circus Child
- The Death of My Father
- Berlin-Karlshorst
- Undesirable
- As an “Ethiopian” in Sweden
- On My Knees in Gratitude
- The Lord is My Shepherd
- The Nuremberg Laws
- War Begins
- Hotel Excelsior
- Munich
- Hotel Alhambra
- Cinecittà
- Münchhausen
- Thoughts Are Free
- Forced Laborer
- New Quarters
- Air Raid
- Fear, Nothing but Fear
- Aryans
- A Miracle
- Liberated! Liberated?
- The Russians
- Dosvidanya
- Victors and Non-Victors
- Mixed Feelings
- Lessons in Democracy
- Displaced Person
- A Fateful Meeting
- An Excursion
- A New Family
- Butzbach
- Disasters Big and Small
- A Job with the US Army
- A Meeting with Some “Countrymen”
- Show Business
- Reunion with My Brother and Sister
- Workless
- Theater
- Radio
- Television
- Hard Times
- In the Sanatorium
- A Poisoned Atmosphere
- An Opportunity at Last
- The Decolonization of Africa
- Studying in Paris
- A New Beginning
- The Afrika-Bulletin
- Terra Incognita
- African Relations
- In My Father's Homeland
- Officer of the Federal Intelligence Service
- A New Afro-German Community
- Experiences
- Light and Dark
- Homestory Deutschland
- A Journey to the (Still) GDR
- Back to the Theater
- Loss and Renewal
- Last Roles
- Reflecting on My Life
- Thanks
- Explanatory Notes
- Chronology of Historical Events
- Further Reading in English
Mixed Feelings
from Black German
- Frontmatter
- Table of Contents
- Translator's Preface
- Dedication
- Black German
- White Mother, Black Father
- Our Roots in Cameroon
- My Father's Story
- The Human Menagerie
- School
- The Reichstag is Burning
- Circus Child
- The Death of My Father
- Berlin-Karlshorst
- Undesirable
- As an “Ethiopian” in Sweden
- On My Knees in Gratitude
- The Lord is My Shepherd
- The Nuremberg Laws
- War Begins
- Hotel Excelsior
- Munich
- Hotel Alhambra
- Cinecittà
- Münchhausen
- Thoughts Are Free
- Forced Laborer
- New Quarters
- Air Raid
- Fear, Nothing but Fear
- Aryans
- A Miracle
- Liberated! Liberated?
- The Russians
- Dosvidanya
- Victors and Non-Victors
- Mixed Feelings
- Lessons in Democracy
- Displaced Person
- A Fateful Meeting
- An Excursion
- A New Family
- Butzbach
- Disasters Big and Small
- A Job with the US Army
- A Meeting with Some “Countrymen”
- Show Business
- Reunion with My Brother and Sister
- Workless
- Theater
- Radio
- Television
- Hard Times
- In the Sanatorium
- A Poisoned Atmosphere
- An Opportunity at Last
- The Decolonization of Africa
- Studying in Paris
- A New Beginning
- The Afrika-Bulletin
- Terra Incognita
- African Relations
- In My Father's Homeland
- Officer of the Federal Intelligence Service
- A New Afro-German Community
- Experiences
- Light and Dark
- Homestory Deutschland
- A Journey to the (Still) GDR
- Back to the Theater
- Loss and Renewal
- Last Roles
- Reflecting on My Life
- Thanks
- Explanatory Notes
- Chronology of Historical Events
- Further Reading in English
Summary
During that summer of 1945 I only slowly realized how much of a liberation the defeat of the Nazi state actually was for me. But the feeling was contradictory. I was of course deeply appreciative, but I was also filled with sadness at the destruction and division of Germany, which was still my home. I had grown up with the “old Prussian” values. Didn't they mean anything anymore? In the years of oppression and persecution I had so often been treated decently by people, including strangers, that those experiences overshadowed the negative and inhuman treatment I had suffered. As I result I had sympathy with those who were suffering, especially when they were being unfairly punished for crimes committed by their leaders. The people around me now began to look at me differently. My appearance meant that I couldn't be among the losers, so people assumed I was one of the victors. It was actually a good feeling after all those years. But I couldn't enjoy it without reservations. After all, I hadn't done anything special, I hadn't resisted actively. I hadn't spent a single day in a concentration camp. I had really just kept my head down and tried to avoid the worst of the blows. My method of avoiding problems before they happened had helped me survive, but I was no hero.
I helped the Weihrauchs to make their apartment and shop useable again. The Soviet military administration made the greatest efforts to ensure that life got back to normal in Berlin. For example, they ordered the rubble to be removed from the sidewalks and the roads. What was cleared from the streets was added to other piles of rubble. One day we heard the rumor that the Russians were looking for people to work in the big warehouses in Rummelsburg; they would be paid in food. We just had to go along early in the morning and take a bag of some kind with us. I made myself a rucksack out of a potato sack and went along with that and two cloth bags. There was already a big crowd at the gates.
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- Black GermanAn Afro-German Life in the Twentieth Century By Theodor Michael, pp. 107 - 108Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2017