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Skins tanned to the consistency of well-traveled alligator suitcases.
" ... light-skinned," and with "no negro dialect."
She was one of those golden mulatas that French-speaking Caribbeans call chabines, that my boys call chicas de oro; she had snarled, apocalyptic hair, copper eyes, and was one whiteskinned relative away from jaba.
Every day I think about where I come from and I am still proud to be who I am: first, a Kabyle from La Castellane, then an Algerian from Marseille, and then a Frenchman.
It is the Morocco of America, the New Orleans of the north.
I am a tropical black man.
I love Morocco - it's a real challenge to all five senses. You think you know something, and you don't. It's wonderful. It keeps you on your toes that way.
You think we live in Norway or something? Amir Jordan is Pakistani. There's also an Asian guy, some Puerto Ricans, and the starting left wing has, like, carrot-hair. he must be Irish. It's the whole UN over there.
On my mother's side I'm Polish-Jewish, and on my father's side I'm Scottish puffin.
The Persians are called the French of the East; we will call the Arabs Oriental Italians. A gifted noble people; a people of wildstrong feelings, and of iron restraint over these: the characteristic of noblemindedness, of genius.
The Sudanese have delighted me, not only in their generosity and simplicity, but also in their tendency to take tea with milk and not to hesitate to dunk biscuits in it. As an Englishman, you can imagine the feeling of fraternal closeness that this activity has generated.
My dad's half-Lebanese, my mom is full Lebanese. I'm three-quarters Lebanese. Irish-Lebanese.
PORTUGUESE, n.pl. A species of geese indigenous to Portugal. They are mostly without feathers and imperfectly edible, even when stuffed with garlic.
I like them brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, or Haitian
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu nation
A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order to fry an egg. In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or impossible.
What nationality are you Mary-Ann can't tell you look like a mixed breed mut
panchitos, blacks,
I ain't from Africa. I'm from St. Louis.
I'm half Egyptian, and I'm Muslim. But I grew up in Canada, far from my Arab roots. Like so many who straddle East and West, I've been drawn, over the years, to try to better understand my origins.
I'm actually half Brit and half American. I have a British father and an American mother, but as far as I'm aware, no Middle Eastern blood.
I'm an avid cook. Brazilian, some Italian, a little French. And I often throw dinner parties.
My family is part Creole, and we're Indian, and we're also very, very black. My father was so black, he was blue.
I don't really think of most non-English as people, more or less indigenous squirrels that I fancy to kick around with my snakeskin French Persian Boots
The only thing Oriental about me is my face,
Polish, Lithuanian, and German - "Dom.
A name with a gently exotic ring to it, like birdsong, like a grain of sand in the far-off Gobi Desert or the northern steppes, whipped up by the wind, carried by storms, swirling through the sky, travelling, crossing whole countries without knowing quite how, and ending up in the crook of my ear.
Jewish?"
"Moslem?" I replied.
"Just like a Jew: always answers with a question."
"Just like a Moslem: always answers the wrong question.
A Turk for toughness, for hands that never tire; An Indian for her rounded bosom bursting with milk; A Persian for her tight crotch and her coquetry; An Uzbeg to thrash as a lesson for the three.
Morris Weissman [on the phone, discussing casting for his movie]: What about Claudette Colbert? She's British, isn't she? She sounds British. Is she, like, affected or is she British?
I am constantly swimming on the margin, neither 100% American, French, nor Lebanese. I am none of those. I am the result of those three. Sometimes it's an asset: no one can put you in a category. That I do not make typical Lebanese, European or American films does not bother me.
He [the King of Morocco] spends half his time asleep and the rest of it buried between the legs of the fairer sex.
I want to go to Morocco really bad.
Moslem: people who believe suicide is a good way to get laid.
Round-headed," he muttered. "Brachycephalic, gray-eyed, black-haired, with suggestion of the negroid. Celtic, I presume?
the pale hand of an enormous albino with long white hair.
If you're from Africa, why are you white?
I'm a gypsy. A rogue. Wicked as they come.
My roots are African. The birds I remember, the fruits I ate, the trees I climbed, they're African.
I have blood from Dutch and Norwegian.
My mother's mother is Jewish and African, so I guess that would be considered Creole. My mother's father was Cherokee Indian and something else. My dad's mother's Puerto Rican and black, and his father was from Barbados.
Moroccan traffic isn't like normal traffic. It's armed combat, a war of wills, in which only the very bravest have a chance to survive.
I was born to an Arab father and I was born Islamic.
Had pale scanty hair and an earthy skin;
Years later I made a movie with Wayne Newton, who has Arabians.
You know, Italian-Hungarian - no matter how linear and cool I look on the outside, I have all that energy trying to find its way through life.
I'm often mistaken for Spanish or Latin descent.
My father was Bolivian, which makes me half-Bolivian. It's where I got some of my exotic features and certainly my skin tone.
In this country, some aristocratic families automatically categorize persons with dark skin, thick lips, and kinky hair as "Barias" [Amharic for slave] ... let it be clear to everybody that I shall soon make these ignoramuses stoop and grind corn!
I'm half Puerto Rican.
I profess accurately to describe native Africa - Africa in those places where it has not received the slightest impulse, whether for good or evil, from European civilisation.
Kope!" the other guy yeled. "What the frick?! You got some cheetah blood in you or what?""Seriously!" insisted Blake. "How did you run so fast?"
"I am African." Without taking his eyes from mine, Kopano eased himself off me, and I sat up.
I am an African. I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land.
My mother was born in Burma, but my grandfather on her side was Indian-Spanish. So I have this quite exotic mix, which is reflected in my earliest memories, in our Wiltshire country kitchen, of gran, and aunts, cooking spicy stewy, casseroley curries, a version of Indian food with a Burmese twist.
thick negroid lips
Werewolves and Arabians. It's like chocolate and peanut butter - a delicious combination.
My mother always said I must be part Mongolian because of my lotus-pale complexion and squid-ink black hair.
He could almost have been an American, he was so tan and had such good teeth, but I could tell straight away that he wasn't. He had what no American man I've ever met has had, and that's intuition.
The American Race is marked by a brown complexion; long, black, lank hair; and deficient beard.
I'm a member of the African diaspora: my parents left the Caribbean and came to London for a better life.
She's Cherokee Indian, which is great 'cause whenever we have sex, it rains.
My mum is West African, from Senegal; my dad is from Grenada. There was a huge controversy about them getting together.
I have Czech, I have Russian, I have English, I have Italian. Uh, what am I missing? A little bit of Irish. The Russian is Jewish. So I'm your classic American mutt.
In the tribe of Tuareg, men instead of women cover their faces with a blue veil. The tourists who come there call them the 'Blue Men of the Sahara'.
My look is 'Poly'n'Asian' - part Polynesian native, part Asian warrior.
People always ask me: 'Do you have black in you? Do you have Spanish in you?'
To the Somali, the Amerikaan is weird, to the American GI, the Somali is an ingrate and a skinny.
I never thought I'd be with an African, someone so different, from this tiny village."
Sophie
Mido has just been sent off and I can confirm he walks like an
Egyptian
I'm unique - a cosmopolitan mix.
(Hungarian ... ) the only tongue the devil respects
The Dutch look like a huge jar of marmalade.
I might be a Cuban American, but I'm also an Afro-Cuban American.
I'm a mixture of Anglo-Saxon, a bit of Spanish and one-eighth American. I've often wondered if I have an Asiatic ancestor from the East as well because I have deep-set eyes. Make-up artists are constantly trying to shade my eyelids, and I have to point out that I don't have any!
Being an indigenous talent of the African race;
I was adopted my black Americans, I feel that I'm a 'Hybrid'. When I'm around Africans'I suddenly feel very black American. And when I'm around black Americans'I feel very North African. North Africa and black America are both the creators of Kola Boof.
Abram, the first Jew was actually an Iraqi.
My mother's Puerto Rican and my father's Russian-Jewish, so we consider ourselves to be Jewricans or Puertojews. I think Puertojew sounds like a kosher bathroom, so I prefer Jewrican.
I like hot dogs. I like eggplant. I like pizza and creamed corn and beer. But I don't like Arabs.
Some of these types, like the Persians and Ottoman Turks, are largely white; others, like the southern Indians and Yemenite Arabs, are largely black; while still others, like the Himalayan and Central Asian peoples, have much yellow blood.
Morocco, one of the more fully developed countries in Africa, with a solid infrastructure and a population of about 27 million, holds roughly two thirds of the world's reserves of phosphate rock - phosphate deposits are to Morocco as oil is to Venezuela - and dominates the world market in this vital
He's a gypsy killer. He has a special gypsy killing knife.
If asked which words one associated with the Sahara, only the most dedicated surrealist might be expected to offer "whale".
Kaka' (literally, paternal uncle).
Virtually all of Darfur's six million residents are Muslim, and, because of decades of intermarriage, almost everyone has dark skin and African features.
Very good looking, with black hair and eyes, and lively complexion.
I am an African and I am very proud of that.
I'm English. And I don't have tan skin or blond hair or green eyes.
Maybe if I go far enough back into my ancestry, I have African roots or something. I've got no idea.
I am of the African race, and in the colour which is natural to them of the deepest dye; and it is under a sense of the most profound gratitude to the Supreme Ruler of the Universe.
English. That was where I met him.
Irish as a Paddy's pig.
What, then, is this new man, the American? They are a mixture of English, Scotch, Irish, French, Dutch, Germans, and Swedes. From this promiscuous breed, that race, now called Americans, have arisen.
My features are completely ethnic.
He used to be a German, but he completely recovered.
My mother is French, my father is Texan.
If you want to find wilier race by common sense,
then you have just narrowed your searching area.
India Lima Yankee
Habiba. It's an old word that means dear friend.
In a land that knew only dark beauty, she was something of a hybrid no one dared touch. But the tall Arab did not appear in the least daunted by her abnormality. No, she saw his eyes. He was not daunted in the least.
I think my dad is the only Arabic descendent who is an unsuccessful businessman.