La Boite (July 22, 2006)
Where do cultures cross? Is it the meeting of diplomats on the world stage? The education of youth around the world or is it a white American walking into an African dance club the size of a living room on a dark and rainy night without electricity? A room where no seat is hidden. A gathering of people whose skin makes the American’s skin appear to glow in comparison. Or do cultures cross when the American takes a deep breath, stands and steps onto the dance floor under the watchful gaze of every other person in the room? And at that moment, the response is an outpouring of smiles on previously impassive faces. People laugh and shake their heads. No, he can’t dance. But yes, he is having fun with us, in our way, and in our place.
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