I am Romani. My father is a doctor who was in practice for over 30 years before he retired. He helped co-found a clinic giving free treatment to the poor. He was an assistant college professor. My uncle is a world-known physicist. My family has several published authors and other professional sorts, including an assistant district attorney, a surgeon, and two other college professors.
If you want to debate what Romani people look like, I’d like to inform you that most of you are wrong. We are of Northern Indian descent and largely–and predictably–look like Indians who have somewhat mixed with Caucasian DNA. Some look like they are complete Indians and others can be blond-haired and blue-eyed, depending on how much is in their genetic makeup. The bottom line is YOU CAN’T TELL what we are by looking at us.
Any hippie can put on a long skirt and hoop earrings and I’ve run into plenty who like to immitate what they think being a “Gypsy” is. It’s usually these immitators that bring so much embarrassment to us. For example, one fellow I knew who liked to pretend he was a Rom would steal things and leave a note, “Stolen by the Gypsies…” This sort of bad behavior is very common and, if people actually spoke to us, rather than just about us, so much they would know what our cultural norms are and are not.
One thing is for certain though… A good half of the stuff that I see written about my people on this site would never be tolerated in mainstream America if the racism were directed at nearly every other minority group.
The only reason my family came to this country was to escape racial murder in the first place. Those who stayed behind, thirty years later, almost all were slaughtered down to the last child. We had 1.5 million killed in the Holocaust. Our land has never been returned. Our funds from our bank accounts hasn’t been either. Before that genocide, my family were slaves, like half the Romani population were slaves, in Eastern Europe because we had blacksmithing and metalworking technology that the Europeans needed to protect themselves from Turkish invasion.
Today we have no justice. Pogroms still happen in Europe and the press never bothers to write about it. Our women and children are still forcedly sterilized without their knowledge. In hospitals, we are told that we gave birth to stillborns so that the we don’t notice when our children are trafficked by governments who sell them into the international sex slave trade.
I myself was a victim of a hate crime because of my heritage and knew at the time and still do know that, in America, which has not ever once prosecuted violence against us as a hate crime, that if the reason for the attack–my heritage alone–was known to police, they would throw the case out automatically.
The bottom line is this. Don’t romanticize us. Don’t villainize us. Don’t think that we live inside a crystal ball and are just aching to do nothing more than sit around and tell yet another boring twit their fortune. A lot of what I’ve read in this page about hating us doesn’t sound that far a cry from the mind-set the people who murdered my family were in. Ask yourself: do you want to speak like a human being…or speak like Hitler?