Being Black in Tokyo (Part 1-Racism)
As an African-American female living in Tokyo, I am reminded everyday just how unique my life truly is. Ordinary, mundane things (such as walking to class, sitting in class, riding the train) all remind me of the obvious: there aren’t many Black women in Japan. Whenever I do see a Black woman here, I always wonder what her life is like and if she likes Japan as much as I do. What made her come here? Where’s she from, and what does her family/friends think of her being here? Is she learning Japanese too?
But the questions never get answered because we never get a chance to speak to each other. It’s either a slight nod of acknowledgment, or barely any acknowledgment at all. This doesn’t bother me, but I do find it a little puzzling because Black men here almost always speak with other Black men. There’s like an unspoken code between the two strangers. There’s either a nod, or a handshake, or the two might even stop and have a brief conversation. It amazes me every time I see it.
But anyway, before coming to Tokyo, I didn’t know what to expect and I had a lot of questions swimming through my head about being Black in Japan. As it turns out, many Black females interested in Japan ask themselves similar questions. The three main ones being:
1) Is there racism in Tokyo?
2) Do Japanese men like Black women?
3) What am I going to do with my hair while I’m there?
The last one sounds quite comical, but when I did research online about Black women in Tokyo, the forums and short comments on blogs always had some form of this question. I could explain how hair and the Black woman share a connection culturally… but it would take me all day to explain. And the purpose of this post isn’t about that, now is it? 
Now, where were we? Ah yes, racism in Tokyo.
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