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Murzynek Bambo isn’t racist

"Murzynek Bambo" (Bambo the black child) is a children's poem by Jewish-Polish author Julian Tuwim (September 1894 – December 1953), written in 1934. It is about a little black boy called Bambo, who lives in Africa.

When I hear people talking about how ''stereotypical'' and ''racist'' the poem is, I wonder if we read the same thing.

Here it is, in its uncensored glory.

English Version

Murzynek Bambo lives in Africa,

our friend's skin is black.

He studies diligently all mornings                                                                    From his first book.

And when he comes home from school,                                                           Mischief, fooling - it's his job.

Until mom screams, "Bambo, you rascal!"                                                          And Bambo puffs his black face.

Mum says: "have some milk"                                                                             And he runs away up a tree.

Mama says: "Come take a bath"                                                                         And he's afraid he’ll turn white.

But mom loves her little son.                                                                            Because he's a good black boy.                

It's a pity that Bambo                                                                                    doesn't go to school with us.

Polish Version

Murzynek Bambo w Afryce mieszka , czarną ma skórę ten nasz koleżka. (koleżka - friend)

Uczy się pilnie przez całe ranki Ze swej murzyńskiej pierwszej czytanki.

A gdy do domu ze szkoły wraca , Psoci, figluje - to jego praca.

Aż mama krzyczy: "Bambo, łobuzie!' A Bambo czarną nadyma buzię.

Mama powiada: "Napij się mleka" A on na drzewo mamie ucieka.

Mama powiada :"Chodź do kąpieli", A on się boi że się wybieli.

Lecz mama kocha swojego synka. Bo dobry chłopak z tego murzynka.

Szkoda że Bambo czarny , wesoły nie chodzi razem z nami do szkoły.

I couldn’t find any official English translation. Probably the internet wants to bury it and poem isn’t know outside of Poland that much.

The poem is supposed to teach Polish youth tolerance towards Black children, suggesting they are not different from their Polish counterparts. Historians note that Tuwim, who faced strong antisemitic sentiments during the interwar period, espoused liberal views and was strongly opposed to Polish nationalist politics and its discrimination against ethnic minorities.

The word Murzyn/Murzynek isn’t as bad as Nigger. Czarnuch is more offensive. Murzynek is a cute way of saying it. Also murzynek means chocolate cake.

Bamboo doesn't want to take a bath, because he doesn't want to turn white. It is supposed to showcase that he likes how he looks and that children believe stupid things.

Climbing the tree bit might be considered racist today, but back in the day climbing trees was a thing that all children did, including the white ones.

Stop censoring/burning books. It was written almost 100 years ago.

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SYNOPSIS > after being expelled from his old school for something he didn’t do, life for jungwon only got harder. everyone avoided him and claimed that he was “bad energy” or a “terrible influence.” so, why did you have to be different than everyone else and actually try to get close to him while gnoring all the rumors about him?

PAIRING > junior!jungwon x junior-fem!reader

WARNINGS > EVERYTHING IS FICTIONAL jungwon is like injured rlly badly, cleaning wounds (?), and mentions of food.

WORDCOUNT > 743 words !

NOTE > my apologies for not posting mpays!! i literally lost sm motivation to continue writing it so for now it’s on hold! but this fic Tell me why i wrote almost 7k words under two days.. LOLL but here’s the teaser for it!! i rlly need people on this taglist guys 😞

TEASER / PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

Jungwon’s vision was slightly blurry and his whole body throbbed in pain. He didn’t care about all his scars and fresh wounds. All he wanted was food, he was starving. If it was a regular day at home, he would’ve eaten dinner about an hour ago. No wonder his stomach was growling.

He attempted to stand with the amount of strength he had left. It worked mostly, but he still wobbled on his feet. There should be a nearby convenience store if he wasn’t wrong. Maybe he could get something to fill his belly with the amount of money he had on him.

His feet dragged against the pathways he walked on, holding onto anything nearby for extra support. The store sign that read ‘24HRS’ glowed, illuminating the night sky, and caught Jungwon’s attention as he headed towards it.

The chime from the front door of the convenience store welcomed him and alerted the worker at the front. “Hey, welcome! Tell me if you need any — Woah, what happened to you?!” Her voice exclaimed, but Jungwon ignored her and went to look for a meal.

He picked up a container of Kimbap followed by some extra side dishes. This should be under his budget. He walked over to the cashier with a limp as he felt his limbs becoming sore. “Here,” he mumbled, placing the items on the counter. It only looked like his lips moved with no sound but that was not the case, he had only a little energy in him to speak. It was bad.

The beeping sounds from the item scanner filled the awkward silence between the two as he watched the total count up. “Final price is $6.55, how would you like to pay?” She questioned as he held out the cash needed. “Enjoy your meal,” she said cautiously as he nodded and exited the convenience store to sit on one of the outdoor seats.

The fresh air helped him breathe as he felt his mind clear from the previous incident. He slowly opened his mouth, jaw still sore from the hits the boys landed, and took a bite of his food.

He exhaled out of satisfaction and from the comfort the food gave him and his stomach as he went in for another bite, finishing the Kimbap whole.

The door chimed as the cashier from earlier headed toward Jungwon’s seat. “Hey, you seemed… very injured, are you okay?” She asked, causing Jungwon to turn his head to her walking figure. “I’m fine,” he said, now with more volume. “You don’t look like it,” she sat down on the empty seat on the other side of his table.

“Well, I am. So, I don’t need your help,” he stated with a bitter tone and continued to eat while the cashier placed down items on the table. “Whatever, I’m a high school student, and you look like one too so don’t freak out.” She explained as he looked at her.

“Why are you introducing yourself as if we’ll meet again later? Plus, what if I was some old man who just looked very young?” He said with a raised brow. Did she normally go around giving people her personal information? “I saw your student ID when you were grabbing the cash. I have good peripheral vision.” She explained as he stopped his movements. Well, that was embarrassing.

“But that’s not the point right now, your looks are worrying me, could I treat your wounds? They’re just items from the convenience store, I think it’ll help—”

“I said I’m fine, alright? I don’t need your kindness to feel better or whatever.” He grabbed his food, getting ready to leave. “So, you’re telling me if I were to touch your arm right now, you wouldn't wince in pain?” She argued as he stood there in silence.

“No—Ow!” He exclaimed out of utter shock and pain. “Why did you grip my leg? It could’ve just been a light tap and I would’ve been fine!” He looked down at her as she stared back at him blankly.

“Sit down,” she instructed as he took his seat with a sigh of defeat. She grabbed the ointment from the plastic bag on the table along with a cotton swab. “Where do you want to start?” She questioned while squeezing the ointment onto the end of the cotton swab. “Should I really be trusting a stranger right now?” He asked, unsure of his future choices.

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