May 1, 2008– I recently came across the Web page for
Black Cruise Week. The site serves as a kind of clearinghouse for African-American-themed cruises, including everything from Black Gay and Lesbian trips to Tom Joyner’s annual Fantastic Voyage.
Thirteen event cruises are scheduled for the rest of this year, with ports of call in Hawaii, the Caribbean and even parts of Africa.
The site’s offerings reflect the increasing popularity of cruise travel among African-Americans. While precise numbers are difficult to obtain,
one study reported that the
Caribbean is a top destination among African-American travelers, who generally “prefer destinations that are both ‘language comfortable’ and ‘color comfortable.'”
It’s easy to understand the appeal of the Caribbean. From its sandy beaches and sunny skies to its transcendent music and food, the region embodies the kind of relaxation and indulgence that vacationers crave. Former English colonies in the Caribbean also have large English-speaking, black populations, making them generally friendly places for African-American travelers.
And cruises tend to be relatively budget-friendly, offering vacationers an opportunity to sample multiple islands without having to spend lavishly on a single destination. So it makes sense that so many African-Americans opt to spend holidays, family reunions and long weekends on Caribbean cruises.
I have taken a handful of cruises, and I admit that, on one level, I enjoy the low-impact pampering and entertainment, the blissful ease of a floating resort. But shouldn’t vacations sometimes be about more than quickie group tours and where to find the best duty-free goods? Sometimes passengers don’t even venture off the ship. I sometimes wonder if these passengers would notice -– or even care — if their ship mistakenly docked in Grand Cayman instead of Puerto Rico.
The growing cottage industry around entertainment voyages, with names like “Smooth Jazz Cruise,” “Black Singles Love Cruise” and the “National Professionals Network Leadership Summit Cruise,” seem bent on ensuring that black travelers return home having learned very little about the history, culture or people of the places they have visited. Sure, they will have made contacts and connections — with other Americans, of course — but, to me, that seems to defeat the purpose and spirit of international travel.
The older I get, and the further away life takes me from my student travel days, the more nervous I am about what “adult” travel has in store for me. Are off-the-beaten-path travel experiences just for kids?
Certainly, there are aspects of youth travel that hold little appeal for grownups. I can’t say I’ll miss the days of staying in the kinds of hostels where I had to sleep in my street clothes out of fear they would be stolen. I also won’t long for the days of subsisting on gas-station snacks to afford museum visits in a city where the exchange rate rendered the dollar all but useless. And I will gladly sidestep the need to take a crowded bush taxi over bumpy terrain because a flight is too expensive.
Or will I?
While there is something to be said for choosing comfort and relaxation over saving money, there is also something very rich about having a sense of adventure. Which is why I think I’ll save my next cruise for when I’m too old to do anything else. I’m sure Tom Joyner will still be doing his thing.
In the meantime, I think I’d like to get more out of the places I visit. I’m optimistic, for example, about the increasing popularity of heritage tourism, offered through companies like
Soul Planet Travel, which presents a view of places like
Brazil and
Senegal with our history in mind.
I know what you’re thinking and, yes, this kind of group travel can have its own limitations. There’s nothing more suffocating than being tied for hours to a large group of people you wouldn’t necessarily hang out with in real life. There’s nothing worse than not being able to steal a moment alone in an intoxicating new place, to sit at an outdoor table with a glass of wine and, say, eavesdrop on a group of heavy-smoking teenagers, fumble through French with a sneering waiter or just sit happily and watch life go by because you’ve missed your train.
One of the things I notice when I am enjoying this sort of observant downtime is how few African-Americans I encounter along the way. There are as many explanations for this racial imbalance among Americans abroad as there are people to give them. Certainly the high cost of travel has something to do with it. Racism, and perceptions of racism, too, play not insignificant roles. Most people can conjure up anecdotes of racial affronts that occur overseas.
Not even Oprah is impervious to discrimination when outside the country.
But by choosing the safest, most comfortable — yes, bland — vacations, we are denying ourselves the opportunity to experience the wonderfully challenging side of international
travel: the side that shows us that vacations do not have to be about sun and
sand to be just what we needed.
I’d like to suggest that the next time a vacation opportunity presents itself, we try to think of going someplace that challenges our notion of “language comfortable” or “color comfortable.”
For inspiration, we might reach back to our student days, when discomfort was a state of being. Sometimes, I even reach back to my grandfather’s days in the Army, when he traveled overseas to hostile regions on behalf of a country that had not yet abandoned its hostility for him or his family. For me now, as for him then, inspiration comes from knowing that knowledge can flow in both directions. You just have to be willing to take a few chances.
Tamara J. Walker is a postdoctoral fellow at the University of Pennsylvania, where she teaches courses in Latin American history.
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Black people and our comfort zones.
We need to break out of our comfort zones, take a break from the familiar, expect the unexpected, the good (friendly, helpful local people), and the bad (racism abroad).
Speaking of racism.
It affects not only the black people who leave America for a fun and relaxing vacation. . . .
. . . .racism also affects the local black people who live in countries, especially those countries outside of the Caribbean: Latin America, South America, Mexico, and even some Asian countries.
Yes, America’s dominance around the world has made more of a negative impact, than a positive impact, in how various nations and cultures view and treat black American citizens.
I have been to one country outside of America—-the Bahamas. Had a lovely time. But, some of my co-workers said they had a horrible time. I asked them what happened. They said the people were rude to them, curt, and not very hospitable. I pressed them as to what they said or did. They could not give me any adequate answers as to why the local people reacted so negatively to them.
I went and was very respectful, knowledgeable of the local culture and traditions. Polite to the people. Showed an interest them as human beings, not as background scenery for my “American-ness”
The people could not have been more kinder.
It would help, as Americans, to be mindful of what the local people live under in countries that we visit. Learn a little of their language (what person of another country would not appreciate that.) Of course, when we see racism, we have to remember that we are not on American soil. Those of us who are, how shall I say it. . . . a bit passionate in our convictions may have to temper that in our response to racist mistreatment of the local people.
The monetary approach is a great response for that situation. It can also be used as far as the tourist industry goes.
What country/government would want to lose lots of tourist dollars if its country was seen as a back-water, ante-diluvian, pre-Cambrian atavistic throwback to race hatred against its citizens? No sane country would want such an image shown to visitors who complained about racist treatment of its citizens. For many countries, tourism is the top dollar for the locals, merchants and governmental tax revenues.
Yes, one must temper their response to acts of racist barbarity. But, to not speak up, would be the greatest sin.
It does not have to involve going to the local mayor/or official government office to lodge a complaint (that would not hurt).
But, to not speak up with be just as wrong. To remain silent would be something that I could not abide.
Sometimes just the smallest gesture—-a word, a recognition of another person’s humanity—-can say so much to that person who will still be living there in that country, long after you have gone.
Random acts of kindness, and senseless acts of beauty.
I often ask myself: “What can I live with, if I do not speak up?” “How can I look myself in the face in that mirror the next day?”
We all get chances to make a difference. We all get chances to speak up for those who cannot speak up for themselves.
But, on the other hand, we must be circumspect in how we react to the racism that person is experiencing. We do not want to make it any harder for them. They have to live in that country. They will still be living there long after we have boarded that plane, or cruise ship, on our way back to America.
Carefully, but, with respect to their right to have their worth acknowledged.
But, I can only speak for myself. I would have a hard time not speaking up to a sexist, racist oppressor. I speak up here in America; I would speak up there, outside of America.
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I have never traveled to France, but, I do know that for some groups (Muslim Arabs), prejudice can and does run high against them.
I fear for the Muslims who travel to France, as well. This xenophobic discrimination against Arabs, and Muslims, in France is nothing new. Algerians coming to live in France faced horrors as well in the 1950s and 1960s.
During my father’s stay in France (WW II), he and the black American servicemen were treated very well by the French people. On the other hand, racist whites sought to poison the minds of the French people against black servicemen by saying that black men had tails.
In Hawaii, black servicemen were being stationed in Honolulu, HI. There, white servicemen sought to poison the local native people with lies against the black servicemen, saying they were brutish and vile men. Of course, the Hawaiian people were stand-offish and reserved towards the black servicemen at first—BUT—once they got to know the black servicemen and saw that they were not the evil monsters, that they were good spenders and courteous, as opposed to what the white men painted them out to be, the men and women of Hawaii began to treat the black servicemen with respect and less fear.
You see, a well traveled lie can make its way out the door, and go around the world and back, before the truth can put its pants on. Yes, the black servicemen had to suffer from preconceived prejudices committed against them by white men, but, that is the power of lies, myths and stereotypes.
Around the world, black people suffer from so many indignities and atrocities, much of which originated from America. But, much also originated in the foreign countries as well.
The overwhelming worship of whiteness has done that, not to mention the marginalization of black populations in many countries: Costa Rica, Bolivia, Ecuador, Mexico, to name a few.
You would think that with the so-called “telenovelas” broadcast from many Latin America countries, that only “light-bright-and-damned-near-white” Latinos lived in Mexico, Central America and South America, and that no people of Afro-origin lived in these countries, but, they do.
Precipitously, courageously, and committed to preservere and hang on to all they have been able to hold onto since the infamous Diaspora.
What’s it like for black people in France?
I am not sure, having never traveled there, but, I do hope that there is still some of the old France that reigned in the days when my father was stationed there during his military tour of duty.
Can’t really say what it is like now. I am not sure if the France of my deceased father’s time is the same France now. Nor do I know if England is probably the same as it was for him.
But, there are times when the following questions come to mind, especially when I desire to visit a non-Caribbean country:
“I feel, why should I leave America and go to another country to be disrespected and degraded? I can get that right here in the good ol’ USA. Why go somewhere else to be slapped in the face, when I can already experience it first hand here in the country of my birth?”
Sigh.
But, that line of thinking would not do.
Travel should be more than just a jaunt to another place to buy trinkets and souvenirs. Travel should broaden and open the mind. Travel should connect us to each other. The world is a beautiful place; always has been. We can never let the stupid hatreds stop us from visiting faraway places. Such thinking diminishes us; closes us off, and denies us the chance to meet people who we could have learned from, just as they may have learned from us.
When I think of America in comparison to countries which do not have the supposed democracy that America proclaims herself to have, I have to wonder which is more hypocritical: America the land of the free, home of the brave; OR countries which have no democratic treatment of their own citizens.
The hypocritical country (America) would be worse. A country that already practices barbarities against its people with no constitution, bill of rights, or just laws, would be looked at as outside the pale of humanity.
I would consider a country as America as worse: to not practice what you preach is the ultimate contempt and total disregard for your citizens.
Especially when those disparaged citizens STILL remain so loyal to you (America) after all you have done to them: Black Americans (Women and men military personnel); Navajo Code Talkers; Asian-American soldiers fighting in the Pacific, while relatives on the West Coast were being interred in concentration camps.
ALL Americans should speak up and challenge racism, sexism and hatreds when we see them. We should also be on our best behaviour and do not perpetuate The ugly American wherever we go in this world.
Sometimes we may feel: “What difference can I make”?
Many times, more than we can ever know. That gesture of speaking up for—of standing up for another human being, can make a tremendous difference, long after we have left. That person will remember that SOMEONE CARED, someone thought enough to step out for them. A stranger thought enough to lessen the load of inhumanity that that woman, man or child had to face.
Sometimes it takes just one person to acknowledge the worth of a fellow human being.
NEVER underestimate the POWER OF ONE.
So, Black Americans, go on those vacations, enjoy those cruises—–but, please—-get off the boat and mingle with the local people whose countries you visit.
A whole new world awaits you.
Don’t miss out on it by staying in your cabin.