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
Forced Laborer
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
I reported to J. Gast as ordered. My job was to screw together two iron parts whose purpose I never understood, working on a piecework basis. In 1943 the normal working day was still ten hours; in 1944 it was increased to twelve hours. I didn't find the work itself particularly problematic. But it was a different story with the camp I was assigned to. It was a camp for foreign workers, in which people who had been deported from all the occupied territories to work in the Reich had to live, men and women in separate areas. French, Belgians – divided into Flemings and Walloons – Dutch, Poles, Russians, Ukrainians and Yugoslavians. Those groups kept to themselves and formed solidary communities which no outsider could break into. I spoke only German and once again there was no place where I fit in. Other “countrymen” who were compelled to do forced labor had the same experience. Even the Nazis didn't have a pigeonhole for us. It's still a mystery to me why they didn't put us all together in some camp.
The other camp inmates were suspicious. They assumed – probably rightly – that the camp authorities had planted informers among them. With my German mannerisms and unusual skin color, I made a perfect suspect. Nobody bothered me, but it was equally clear that nobody was well inclined towards me. I was very uncomfortable. The accommodation in the barracks, with their bunk beds, contributed to that. Each of us had a narrow metal cupboard for his belongings, like the ones in the factory changing rooms. We had to stuff our own straw mattresses and we were allowed to change the checked bedclothes once a month. There was a board with a list of prohibitions next to the door, including “Sexual intercourse is forbidden to foreign workers!” I had other worries. The washing areas and the toilets were very primitive and there was only cold water. Nobody used them if they didn't have to. I washed and showered at the factory whenever possible. On top of that the barracks were infested with bedbugs. They hid in the cracks in the daytime and at night they attacked.
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- Black GermanAn Afro-German Life in the Twentieth Century By Theodor Michael, pp. 81 - 83Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2017