Racial Discrimination in France

It's kind of returning to your starting point but I have worked on NOT being an Anglais. There were two reasons really. My wife is from the south of Switzerland and first language Italian, so hardly an Anglais but was called that because of me. We both took exception to that. She is 'more' Latin than any French folk.

I have spent a lot of time emphasising my Scots origins and also made sure people knew I was was referred to as 'den Schotten' (the Scot) amongst my German friends and colleagues, whereby we all without exception had nicknames that bore no resemblance to our names but usually made a geographic, physical or national reference. So Seppl, den Langen, den Dicken, Giftzwerg, Italiano, etc. I had no objection to them doing that here, but the French do not do nicknames that easily so once they got the gist they used my name, are allowed references to mean, miserly Scots, etc, anything but Anglais. It has entered the shared humour as well, so there I am. I have a drinking pal who towers above me, is very overweight and speaks excellent English - but we do not use English socially, I make no reference to his height or girth either. I surmise it also depends on the people, there are people who just plain refuse to understand me and others who shrug and get on with life.

On Thursday I saw a specialist in Bordeaux. We were looking at his qualifications, memberships and fellowships framed on his office wall whilst he was out for a moment. In fact we were discussing them in English when he came back. He did the rest of the consultation in English, as much for his own pleasure as for my convenience. We had a few minutes of non medical discussion and I asked him why, being part of the world's leading team on his bit of the body that is USA based, he is not living there and earning much more? He said "Wife". My wife asked why? He said, because she is from the USA and doesn't want their family to live there. My point is, that for many of us there is the problem of us being with a partner from here, or like mine from another country to me, and between these partnerships and more so when there is family, we are fortunate in being rootless but happy to lay our head down to sleep most anywhere.

as with so much in life, Véronique, I'd go for the second option on the quiet ;-)

Like. Do you remember where? Come the time, perhaps I could share a few clarets with him!

Thank you, Carol - it has taken a while because I have been waiting for my children to be older so I can do it with them & they can appreciate the places he knew & loved & whose produce he drank an awful lot of - my daughters were only 7, 5, 4 and 1 when he died and the youngest wasn't even born. So it will be a nice way for them to think of him even though they didn't know him, or barely .

Watch out - there are various designated places for ash-scattering in the sea & you aren't allowed to do it just anywhere (can't think why) we put my uncle in the sea south of La Grande Motte but had to sail out to the special area which obviously was completely unmarked and it was also v windy & the boat was a bit high up so the ashes went everywhere. All a bit M Hulot. I expect you can do it secretly wherever you like, though.

My father died in 2000. He was Scottish but died unexpectedly , aged 58, in the south of England. I had him cremated thinking I'd take him up to Scotland (it was difficult transporting a body) but that didn't suit my Scottish family very well so he has spent the last 12 years on top of the dresser in my kitchen here. As he was a wine writer & expert I am going to go round his favourite vineyards & put a spoonful of his ashes here & there among the vines (luckily he was a Claret drinker). It strikes me as nicely circular.

I would like to be cremated & put /sprinkled/dispersed wherever suits my children, I'd rather not be in my French family tomb where my ancestors have been put on shelves since 1360.

I rather like the idea of having my ashes scattered in the med or the étang du Thau (I still have a small boat there) or whereever the kids and OH want!

This a move sideways from Carols post but it raises an interesting point!!!!My oh was a widow when met, he is French. We ahve talked about our"final resting place" he will be buried with his first wife as his children expect, I understand that it bothers me not at all. I will be cremated and I would like to be thrown on the wind,that sounds ery romantic but it is practical, no one has the bother of keeping up a piece of ground or being upset by visiting it, especially as my familly are all in England, butoh would like my ashes intered with him.......;as far as I cna see a rreal no go , his kids are never going to accept putting me in with their mum!Do i organise a midnight visit by someone who secretly tips me out over/into the grave? Or do I just ask the kids to chuck me wherever they wish?? Please dont thing I am being irreverant, but I really believ it is of no importance what happens to the shell I will leave behind, it has served me very well, and as and when it stops working it can be disposed of with gratitude, but it isnt me!!!!

I suppose it is one of the most unsolvable questions. My OH and I spend a great deal of time discussing gender and race prejudices. We have both globe trotted enough to have seen both elsewhere and certainly racial discrimination often tends to manifest itself far more openly than gender.

France is very much like elsewhere. After all of the years since the French left North Africa, the prejudice against 'pieds noirs' is exasperating. The people live in communities but are held on the edge in many cases. People of mixed and unmixed ethnicity from south east Asian, African, Pacific and Caribbean former and present colonies are similarly treated. Occasionally one will appear to be entirely integrated, then another will be treated with absolutely horrendous disrespect. One of the doctors where we go is of African origin and is by far the most popular before the others. At present he is on paternity leave and people leave gifts for his baby and wife at the practice of loyalty, yet another local man is treated like dirt although he is a decent upstanding citizen.

Then the travelling and other recent immigrant/asylum seeking/refugee populations are treated as the worst kind of human dregs. That shocks me. That is France. France is a country where, according to an Institut national d'études démographiques (INED) survey published at the end of 2010, over 70% of French people have seldom travelled more than 100 km from where they were born (with exception of military service for men) and when they do, the majority have spent time in French speaking and cultural environments. Of course, people do relocate increasingly with work and buying retirement homes, etc. One can only surmise how parochial people were prior to this century, therefore the question you were asked was perhaps more relativist than prejudiced. People simply could not imagine being buried anywhere but where generations before them have been, therefore here in France. I doubt it was intended as a nasty form of prejudice, although it sometimes comes across as that.

How does France score in comparison with other countries? Well, the resurgence of nationalism that makes the FN look quite tame in quite a few European states is food for thought. I think that is where we see real prejudices brought out into the open. The French party is moderate compared with not so many years ago and should they find themselves in a governing coalition at any time in the future, may well need to become more moderate still. Other countries have wide, open hardcore nationalism of the kind we should be afraid of. Despite bans for historically obvious reasons, some quite nasty groups are emerging out of what were east Germans until reunification, Poles, Hungarians, Czechs and others who have suffered terribly under foreign nationalist then socialist occupations are now seeing their own very hard edged groups emerging. They may be quite muted in England, but the BNP is still there, and what we have seen in recent news about football games speaks loud.

There is much to be feared. I think there are sometimes stupid people. At the village festival this year, our ex-mayor said something about considering only people with local accents as proper members of the community. That was within earshot of my wife with her Italian accent. She was helping with the crêpes but another woman heard it and said that the man was, after all, only a man. Ironically, his family were Italian immigrants, part of a wave that settled in this commune in the 1920s and 30s, including the family we bought from who are now neighbours. Had he forgotten his parents' accents? With his Italian family name and known family history one would expect him to be cleverer than that, but obviously not. However, I don't think such things are said with malign intent but are more naive than anything. For all of that, being on the receiving end still stings.

For me, where do I go then? My children are dual nationals of the UK and Switzerland, may perhaps spend their lives here henceforth. I have one sister in the UK, whose health suggests I should outlive her anyway. So why send my ashes there? I have said that if Scotland becomes independent in time, which I doubt, then perhaps send a few ashes to be scattered in the Dallas Forest where my ancestors came from. The rest, well to the wind here, so that they can be as dispersed as my life has been. In general I will be as happy to meet my end here as elsewhere and in that respect, I have no prejudice myself.

Carol, like you my life is here, is in French, kids are born here, don't speak any English etc. but I'm always known as l'anglais (affectionately) although I have come across anti-brit sentiment in other parts of France. My take on it is that I'm no different to the arabs that come into my shop - I'm an immigrant too. Yes my other half is local, was born just up the road, family and friends call in when passing, etc etc but I'm still l'anglais... pas comme les autres anglais (whatever that infers!) mais anglais comme même ! It bothered me for a years but now I quite like it.

oh and my OH is l'aveyronnaise as we live just into the Tarn now where she's a "foreigner" too! I have one client who we all refer to as le parisien, another is l'aveyronnais (yes another one!) and a third is le lotois, so being l'anglais is just a natural extension of that.

PS I'll be buried/ashes scattered here - why would I want to have my body "shipped back to blighty" leaving my OH and kids here? My Dad presumed that I'd be buried in the UK too despite the fact that he knows I'm in France for good and that my life and family are here.