Tumi's Constitution.
I have not, and refuse to pick a race in which to fall into, or have others pick one for me. It is my desire to not be given a race, because the race I’m given is not worth the journey it took me to settle with one. What my race can be is very controversial, so to keep me happy for not having to argue with everyone on what race I should have, I’ll keep it simple and not have one.
It is not a law for me to be categorized into a race. Having a race will not increase my quality of life, nor will it benefit me in any way. I have the right to say who I am and to define myself. I have been declared a colored by authorities during apartheid on my birth certificate, because my mom is black and my dad is white. I was labeled this, when in fact the people known as coloreds have a culture of their own and are a group of people generally living in Cape Town, South Africa – speaking Afrikaans. Since my skin color looks similar to theirs, they assume I am of that ethnic group, when in fact I’m far from it. Others determined my race for me, and did so incorrectly. Fellow peers have called me “half” a person because I am not one whole (black or white) race. People make comments like “There are twenty seven and a half (being me) people in the class.” I have suffered when I was little trying to understand why I was so different from everyone around me, making such a fuss over my race. I told my mom very innocently at the age of four that I wished she were white, so I wouldn’t have to go through everything I was, because at that age I knew something was wrong, and I was tired of being an outsider, because of my race.
I was considered an “other” at school in South Africa. I never fully fit in with the white kids at school because they saw me more as black. The same was true with the black kids, who never really considered me a part of their group because I was seen more as white. Both sides considered me the other. As a result most of my friends were Portuguese, or not South African. I was excluded from my peers because of my race.
I was humiliated in my class when they would do a race count, and I never knew which to raise my hand for – black or white, so that my teacher could count me. People would look at me like I was a different species, wondering how the likes of me could ever have happened. I was constantly stared at when I went out with my parents.
I have told people that I can be considered different races based on different peoples perspective. A race one-person sees me as, can be different from what another thinks my race is. I told people that I am both black and white to resolve the problem, but they question me, and still take it upon themselves to say what they think my race is.
I have warned various people in the community that I am confused as to what my race is, and that many different people have told me that I am a number of different races – ranging from being black, white, both or something completely different. I have warned them that picking my race is frustrating because it depends on what you want it to be determined by – genetics, phenotype, or genotype. I have made people aware that this has been an issue for me my whole life and to this day I still don’t know what my race is, or what to make it.
Therefore, I Tumi McCallum, citizen by birth of South Africa, do, by the authority invested in me declare that I will not choose a race nor have one chosen for me by others. That it is not essential for me to have one, and I will be free of frustration, by living my life without a race.
Shrine dedicated to Tumi
Saturday, January 19, 2008
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I think at times human beings can be very cruel,as a black man I have always felt we are subjected to such racist attitude and never thought innocent girls like Tumi could as well be subjected to it.And I guess it might also be the educational background some of us have did not allow us much time in understanding that life is a gift nomatter what colour you are.For aslong as you can appreciate the gift and Blessings of God when a child is born then you'll know that racism is man made and has nothing to do with your inner being.To all those who are still subjecting other people to racism I say please stop it,it is not acceptable to judge and classify others just because they look different from you.
I really like what The young strong lady Tumi said here...I Have a niece who is mixed and people keep on asking about her....and she was never confident enough to play with her peers as ahe would come ome crying because of some question she gets even from old people...untill I tell her to be proud of who she is as she is unique from all her peers...and she is much beatifull than all...
As a South African mother who is married to an Italian, I think I know how Tumi as a little girl felt. When my son was about 4months we went home in Bloemfontein. My helper got sick so we took her to the clinic in town, as we got out of the car everybody was commenting about my sons race.Is he White, Albino,YES, NO,Y,N! What was hurting was no one was asking me instead they were even so loud that I should hear everything they were saying. A person of my calibre will not have a problem and not even comment BUT can you immagine if this has to happen to my son when he is older like Tumi? People have no remorse and respect for other people`s feelings. It is mainly sad if its coming from women because thats where their children learn such things as colour,race,etc. People instill lack of confidence in children unnecessarily! Please stop it!!!
I'M PROUD OF TUMI'S PARENTS ;YOU CAN SEE IN THE PICTURE THAT THEY ARE PROUD OF THEIR DAUGHTER .LET THE SPIRIT OF TUMI BLESS AND COMFORT YOU.REMAIN BLESSED!!GOD LOVES ALL OF US.
condolenses to Tumi 's parents, they did they role but to the guy i can say what goes around it also comes around, i like they way they are controling their emotions. to Tumi: rest in peace the angel, may your soul forget & forgive that guy
moses LM
It's so sad that she's no more,a young and strong woman's life has been taken away by a coward and possesive man. If she was still alive she would've been a great contribution to any society. MAY HER SOUL REST IN PEACE.
I thought I knew Tumi very well at the young age of 7 onward. Never did I notice the distress she experienced about her race, so this declaration comes as a surprise . perhaps this is so because between us, in our friendship, race did not exist, so from my perspective it was never considered a feature or beckoned attention, and I naively assumed all the other children thought the way I did. And perhaps she never expressed her distress to me, because when we were together there were way better things to do, like playing 'house, house' or to climb trees and eat monkey apples. We were merely two children, who found each other one day, never to be separated without a big fuss over it. Wait... I remember something... and on remembering, I'm so horrified I put Tumi through it. One day, Tumi came with me to my grandparent's house. We must have been about 9 years old. My paternal grandfather, being the old ingrained racist product of his time, would not greet or look at Tumi. I remember now, the confusion it caused in me (still to this day, I relate very little to him. He's a very simple man, with simple ideals and pleasures. Prays every night for God's unconditional love and doesn't eat his veggies). I did not understand why he was acting like that. I cannot begin to imagine the memories it brought up in Tumi and the hurt and frustration it caused her ( Tumi my darling, I'm sorry I didn't protect you more.). My memory is failing me, but I think, later that day we spoke about it as best as 9 year olds could. I remember saying that my "Oupa" is just stupid and racist and that we must forget about him. You see... I am a product of my time and context too- I grew up middle/upper class with my family, who where what I understand now as,very different for that time, allowing us children to play with the 'othered' kids. MY normality was to play with whomever without discrimination of our differences, but rather to play and learn to understand and respect those differences as integral to our diversity of this beautiful life. Tumi and I, when together, had an idyllic childhood. When we were together the world was our oyster. When she left for New York I was devastated. We were 12 then, at the cusp of childhood and puberty- her leaving disturbed my identity.
I've never really cared for race and hardly thought of my own, except for one time in my English class ( for argument's sake, I was one of 4 'white' kids in a class of 20. the rest were 'black' from South Africa and other African countries) when our teacher told us a story and describe one of the characters as black. One smart ass kid piped up and said " Ma'am could you please not call us black. Rather call us African...". Hearing this I became furious and belted out at him, " hey! That's not fair! what do you think I am? I'm African too you know! I was born in South Africa just like you! I'm just as African as you are!" (being Zulu, he is historically also foreign to our region. Only the San are indigenous to South Africa). furiously I continued, " If we're not allowed use 'black' as a (admittedly poor) description of the colour of your skin, then you're not allowed to call me 'white'". At then end of the day in this day and age cultures and races are such an amalgamation of many things- we're all hybrids today. It'll like vegetable soup. Sure one has preferences of taste, but I'd rather choose yummy veggie soup over tomato any day! but sure. I understand that I feel and think this way because I grew up with it. I grew up eating veggie soup and appreciating every vegetable's unique texture and flavour. so in honour of my Tumi, my dear friend, I salute you and support your statement 100% even more so now that is doesn't actually matter to you anymore... I trust you're in a better place.
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