TRAVESTITE DER KULTUREN
by BERLINER THOUGHTS, JUNE 2015
On my way home, I thought about the carnival again. Suddenly, I understood why I was bothered. This carnival presented other cultures as being exclusively folkloric, entertaining and decorative. This is what was meant by “Carnival of Cultures”. And none of the German folklore was included. It was an over-simplifying packaging of these communities to better sell them. The music was a bland mishmash of exotic sounds to suit the taste of Brandenburg citizens coming to town to see what browner people look like when they celebrate. A “Multi-Kulti” celebration, as they say here in Germany for anything which is not exclusively German. “Multi-Kulti”. Sounds like Tutti Frutti. No need to define what it is. No one cares about the essence and richness of your culture. Multi-Kulti will do.
And so the carnival subconsciously reminded me of these 19th century human zoos. Except we, browner people, were there willingly. And so I left.
On the day of the parade, I dragged myself back, giving another chance to this cultural feast. As I watched carriages from Brazilian, Dominican, Paraguayan, Laotian, Nepali and Sri Lankan cultural associations with joy, followed by the many samba and salsa school carriages, I wondered where the Syrian, Lebanese, Iraqi and Turkish carriages were. In a city essentially fed with falafels sandwiches and kebabs, it was a fair question. I checked the program. No such carriages.
Was it to do with the communities’ lack of commitment or their unwillingness to expose themselves in a monkey game? True, unlike in South-America and Asia, carnivals are inexistent in Middle-Eastern cultures. They have musical wedding processions, though. That would have done the job. I wondered whether the under-representation of these communities and the consequential disparity between the carnival and the reality of immigrant communities in Berlin, had to do with the “Multi-Kulti” packaging. Maybe these people did not fit, beyond falafel sandwiches.
I don’t believe multi-cultural societies need packaging. There will always be fringes of society which are not ready, individuals who cling to a long-lost identity they could not define themselves, to that something in the past when all was better. These people won’t be convinced through human zoos. If anything, the artificial character of those events will only comfort them in their idea that other peoples’ cultures are inferior.
I am all for open-mindedness and cultural exchange. Yet the only exchange I got from that carnival was that of my good bike against a shit one. We have strange bike thieves here in Berlin. They don’t just knick your stuff. They give you rubbish too.
Sometimes cultural exchange happens. I saw it in the May Day festivities. Sometimes it is just post-imperial exploitation and over-simplification of other peoples’ cultural heritage.
Keep calm and decolinise your thoughts.