museumofmodernerotica asked: Maybe this is a crazy question, but how did Europeans know what Africans looked like? I know that some of the paintings here are of North Africans/Middle Easterners, but others clearly depict people born south of the Sahara. I've heard of Prester John but I never imagined that medieval Europeans were aware that Prester John would have had brown skin. Am I missing something?
Like. There are a lot of things I could say here. But I’m just going to do my best to answer your question, and the answer is either very simple or very complicated, depending on your current point of view.
1. “They” knew what people with brown skin looked like because people with brown skin had been there literally THE ENTIRE TIME. Some (and father back, ALL) of “them” had brown skin themselves.
2. “People with Brown Skin” and “Europeans” are not separate and mutually exclusive groups.
3. No matter how far back you go, the mythical time that you’re looking for, when all-white, racially and culturally isolated Europe was “real”, will continue to recede from your grasp until it winkles out the like imaginary place it is.
We can just keep going back. In every area, from all walks of life, rich and poor, kings and peasants, artists and iconoclasts, before there were countries and continents, before there were white people.
The time when “EVERYONE” in Europe was White does not exist. They knew what people with brown skin looked like because they were there. They knew what “Africans” looked like because they were there, and they weren’t “they”, they were us, or you. I think what you’re missing is something that never existed.
That is wrong. Black people in Europe came from Africa. You are forgetting that people traveled long distances even in Antiquity. There are no, and there never were indigenous black people in Europe.
And half of pictures posted are not really black people.
I just can’t argue with the exactly zero sources you provided for those statements. We all have to go home now.
Dear all, I’m going to travel. Therefore, not sure if I will be so active here for a while. I have tons of stuff on queue so obviously the blog won’t die but I might not be able to participate in jb chats and stuff. That also means I might not update my fic for a while but I promise to finish it later.
Thanks for everything, have fun!
Jaime to Brienne: Why you should let me love you, wench
I’m Jaime Lannister, as in rich, handsome and generally awesome.
I’m so good in bed I could even seduce my sister.
I make really, really beautiful babies.
I am perfectly comfortable with my disability.
I also have a sense of humour about it. ;D
I’m not afraid to stand up for what is right and take action, no matter what anyone says or thinks about me for seventeen years.
I’m not a afraid to look silly.
I would not tolerate anyone disrespecting you.
I genuinly appreciate and respect you for the wonderful person you are. Seriously, I had given up believing in honour and goodness before you came into my life. I still can’t believe such a beautiful and genuine person like you even exists in this shitty world.
Inspired by this post.
petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy
When she saw him time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill.