My personal battles as a Black American inside the Dominican Republic
When I lived in the Dominican Republic, there is a point when the jeers through the roadways, shouts of Arreglate ese pelo! (Resolve that hair!) and mocking motions about my prominent pajon (afro) turned into too much to handle. In a nation of intricate racial dynamics, in which straightened hair is a personal money and billboards illustrate curly-haired people because of the title Your tresses deserves better, normal or curly hair, colloquially named pelo malo (poor hairalso a term included in the black American neighborhood), is sometimes seen as a marker of Haitian character. While many Dominicans vehemently reject the role of battle in the present conflict over the deportation of Dominicans of Haitian lineage and Haitian migrants, the procedure I got while staying in the Dominican Republic (and quite often being mistaken as Haitian) proposes the contrary.