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Children of the Liberation

Transatlantic Experiences and Perspectives of Black Germans of the Post-War Generation


Edited By Marion Kraft

This volume was originally published in German in 2015, commemorating the end of World War II seventy years earlier and acknowledging the contribution of African American soldiers to Germany’s liberation from fascist rule. Using an interdisciplinary approach, it collects the voices of some of the descendants of these World War II heroes. In this volume, Black Germans of this post-war generation relate and analyse their experiences from various perspectives. Historical, political and research essays alongside life writing, interviews and literary texts form a kaleidoscope through which a new perspective on an almost forgotten part of German history and US American–German relationships is conveyed. The collection explores causes and consequences of racism in the past and in the present as well as developing strategies for achieving positive changes.
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Germany: A Springtime Tale (Eleonore Wiedenroth-Coulibaly)


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Germany: A Springtime Tale

41.  Eleonore Wiedenroth-Coulibaly. Private property.

Forward Ever, Backward Never

Why was I born? Why in those times (spring in the 1950s)? Why in this place (post-World War II Germany, Hesse)? Why to these parents? Father: a young Black U.S. American soldier, who was supposed to help secure the ← 197 | 198 → first feeble beginnings of democracy in post-Nazi Germany, although he himself was deprived of basic human rights in his U.S. homeland. Mother: a young white German, born into a fascist society, that, among other things, led to the break-up of her family, and who had somehow survived all this with many injuries to her inner child. For both, their encounter was an opportunity to broaden their horizons and to discover a different world. This is what they did, at least to a certain extent. In the end, both were bound by social restrictions. And why did I come to these parents, who couldn’t offer me a cozy home, since they had never known one themselves?

Perhaps my soul was on a mission. Perhaps it sought clarity, perhaps it wanted to bring clarity into the world, initiate changes, discover itself, celebrate new qualities in life, before, at the end of the journey, it would return to the light it had always been. This is how I came into this world, into the darkness of the 1950s, in a post-war...

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