Like. There are a lot of things I could say here. But I’m just going to do my best to answer your question, and the answer is either very simple or very complicated, depending on your current point of view.
1. “They” knew what people with brown skin looked like because people with brown skin had been there literally THE ENTIRE TIME. Some (and father back, ALL) of “them” had brown skin themselves.
2. “People with Brown Skin” and “Europeans” are not separate and mutually exclusive groups.
3. No matter how far back you go, the mythical time that you’re looking for, when all-white, racially and culturally isolated Europe was “real”, will continue to recede from your grasp until it winkles out the like imaginary place it is.
We can just keep going back. In every area, from all walks of life, rich and poor, kings and peasants, artists and iconoclasts, before there were countries and continents, before there were white people.
The time when “EVERYONE” in Europe was White does not exist. They knew what people with brown skin looked like because they were there. They knew what “Africans” looked like because they were there, and they weren’t “they”, they were us, or you. I think what you’re missing is something that never existed.
I’m not sure if life mimics art or art mimics life but while listening to The Read I heard someone else say all the things about accountability, responsibility, & insensitivity that I’ve been wanting to say for the last week (maybe even longer).
Ya’ll wanna here? OKAY!!
“I can’t stand people especially eff boys who do stuff and then act like it didn’t happen. NO BITXH it happened!!! I remember! And for you to sit there with that fake a** smile pretending that it didn’t is insulting. Be real and own up to what you did. Don’t get mad at me because I’m responding to your previous actions. Take responsibility for any and everything you have done because guess what I don’t like you, we ain’t cool, I’m not your friend. Let me say it again WE. ARE. NOT. FRIENDS. So don’t talk to me, don’t message me, don’t ask me how I’m doing, and don’t expect me to be nice. Expect me to be respectful if I even decide to reply, but don’t expect kindness because frankly I don’t give a solitary fcuk about your feelings you weak a** muthafcuka.”