The Border Control Corps of Basel threw my passport on the ground!

(Article written by Lukas Hausendorf of 20 Minutes Basel)

Der Zwischenfall ereignete sich am Nachmittag des 7. März am Grenzübergang Basel-Huningue neben dem Novartis Campus. Meistens ist die Zollstation unbesetzt, nicht aber an diesem Tag. Anna Dell’Era, Afroamerikanerin und italienisch-amerikanische Doppelbürgerin, war auf dem Heimweg nach Kembs (F). Noch bevor sie die Grenze passierte sah sie den Wagen ihrer Tochter und hielt an. Die junge Frau war mit zwei dunkelhäutigen Kollegen unterwegs nach Basel. Zwei Grenzwächter unterzogen sie einer Kontrolle.
«Ich stieg aus und zückte mein Handy, um meinen Mann anzurufen», erzählt Dell’Era. Dann sei sie angeschnauzt worden: «Sie dürfen keine Fotos machen.» Tatsächlich verbietet Artikel 236 der Zollverordnung das Fotografieren oder Filmen des Personals der Zollverwaltung während der Ausübung seiner Tätigkeit. Dell’Era machte allerdings Foto- und Videoaufnahmen, um das Verhalten der Beamten zu dokumentieren. «Solche Situationen, in denen Respektlosigkeit und Rassismus offensichtlich sind, sind der Grund, weshalb Bürger das Handy zücken und dieses Verhalten dokumentierten», sagt die Sängerin und Tänzerin.

Wiederholt sei sie aufgefordert worden, ihr Handy auszuhändigen. Sie weigerte sich: «Ich kenne meine Rechte, ich gebe Ihnen mein Telefon nicht», erwiderte sie. Sie blieb auch bei dieser Haltung, als man ihr drohte, Pass und Führerschein nicht mehr zurückzugeben. Die Ausweise warf der Grenzwächter in der Folge auf den Boden. «Als ich ihn bat, die Dokumente aufzuheben, murmelte er nur etwas Unverständliches und tat dies nicht», so Dell’Era.

Zollverwaltung weist Vorwürfe zurück

«Dieses Verhalten war unkorrekt, respektlos und rassistisch», sagt Dell’Era. Sie beschwerte sich tags darauf schriftlich beim Basler Zollkreisdirektor und verlangte eine Entschuldigung. Unter anderem wirft sie der Behörde Racial Profiling vor. Abklärungen in der Sache seien eingeleitet worden, teilte ihr die Dienstchefin Aufgabenvollzug danach mit. Auf die Entschuldigung wartet sie aber auch zwei Wochen nach dem Vorfall noch immer. «Ich behalte mir zivilrechtliche Schritte vor», meint die Sängerin, die mittlerweile einen Anwalt eingeschaltet hat.

Die Zollverwaltung weist die Vorwürfe auf Anfrage von 20 Minuten zurück: Das Grenzwachtkorps mache kein Racial Profiling. Vielmehr würden Kontrollen «aufgrund von konkreten Fahndungen und Hinweisen, Risikoanalysen und der Erfahrung der Mitarbeitenden» gemacht, heisst es in einer Stellungnahme des EZV-Mediensprechers Walter Pavel. «Alles andere wäre nicht zielführend.»

«Schwarze werden systematisch kontrolliert»

Nachfragen bei Anlaufstellen und NGOs zeichnen ein anderes Bild. «Solche Fälle werden immer wieder an uns herangetragen», sagt Beat Gerber, Mediensprecher von Amnesty Schweiz. «Ethnic Profiling ist ein akutes Thema.» An den Schweizer Grenzen würden seit Monaten praktisch alle Personen schwarzer Hautfarbe oder mit einem nordafrikanischen Erscheinungsbild systematisch nach ihren Ausweisen gefragt, berichtet er.

Racial oder Ethnic Profiling ist eine völkerrechtlich verbotene Diskriminierung, weil Verdachtsmomente allein auf dem Erscheinungsbild einer Person, also ihrer Hautfarbe oder Herkunft beruhen.

ENGLISCH

The incident occurred on the afternoon of the 7th March at the border crossing Basel-Huningue next to the Novartis campus. Usually the customs station is unoccupied, but not on this day. Anna Dell’Era, an African-American and Italian-American citizen, was on her way home to Kembs (F). Before she crossed the border, she saw her daughter’s car and stopped. The young woman was traveling with two dark-skinned colleagues to Basel. Two border guards put them under control.  “I got out and grabbed my cell phone to call my husband,” says Dell’Era. The border policeman  said, “You can not take pictures.” Indeed, Article 236 of the Customs Ordinance prohibits the taking of photographs or filming by the staff of the Customs Administration during the course of its activities. Dell’Era, however, took photo and video recordings to document the behavior of the officials. “Such situations, in which disrespect and racism are obvious, are the reason why citizens grab their mobile phone and document this behavior,” says the singer and dancer. She had repeatedly been asked to hand over her cell phone. She refused, “I know my rights, I will not give you my phone,” she replied. She also remained by her conviction when she was threatened that her passport and driving license would not be returned. The border patrol officer then threw the documents on the ground. “When I asked him to pick up the documents, he murmured something incomprehensible and did not,” Dell’Era said. Border administration rejected accusations “This behavior was incorrect, disrespectful and racist,” says Dell’Era. She complained to the Basler Zollkreisdirektor in the afternoon via telephone and countless emails and asked for an excuse. Among other things, she raises the claim of  Racial Profiling. Clarifications on the matter have been initiated.   But she is still waiting for the apology two weeks after the incident. “I take correct civil law steps,” says the singer, who has now requested assistance from a lawyer. The Customs Administration rejected the allegations on request of 20 minutes newspaper.  The border guard corps do not exercise racial profiling, they claim.   On the contrary, checks are made “on the basis of concrete investigations and indications, risk analysis and the experience of the employees”.  According to an opinion of the media journalist Walter Pavel,  “Everything else would not be effective.” «Blacks are systematically controlled» Inquiries at contact points and NGOs draw a different picture. “Such cases are always brought back to us,” says Beat Gerber, media speaker of Amnesty Switzerland. “Ethnic profiling is an acute issue.” At the Swiss border, practically every person with black skin color or a North African appearance had been asking for their identity cards for months, he reports. Racial or Ethnic Profiling is a discrimination prohibited by international law because suspicious factors are based solely on the appearance of a person, ie, their skin color or origin.2670AB6EEA7C3A4DE35073AC0D0A6C55.jpg

(lha)

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To My Only Child

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To my Only Child (c)

I remember when you were only a child,
I penned a poem to you
explained how life might sometimes be harsh
and cold, unfair and cruel
This poem on paper somehow disappeared
but my beautiful one
the truth of it remains
Now, a test of life sharpens your wings
as you fly over the game.
Understand that your Mama is not built to crawl
cower, stoop, shuffle, or run
The women in my life never did those things
And you and I are like them, Hun’,
God Almighty instills within us grace,
Holy Spirit surrounds us with peace
And Jesus teaches us with authority to speak
When injustice releases its stink
We are far more powerful when we step up
for what is right.
Mama Mill, Mama, Donna and many others
showed me how to fight!

So, don’t allow fear to make you afraid for me
I will never back down
In the morning, I still hear the birds sing
And navigate around this town.

Remember,
wherever you go, wherever you roam,
Respect embraces you like a cloak
Wear it well,
Maybe it will rub off on some of these unenlightened folk…

I love you dear..

Good night
Your Mama is back. …..

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The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks–Read it!!

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‘Tis beauty and power that they fear-To my Muslim Brothers and Sisters – Marrakech, Morocco

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Taschira Dell’Era

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Truth Won’t Sleep

my heart

bruise mode

countenance on alert

racial injustice

constructed to hurt

US…..my county ’tis of thee

result of cause and effect

We, sardined in Middle Passage boat$

quarantined, milked welfare cheese

then denied the right to vote.

Coretta’s spirit is tempestuous

Ancestors’ tears aggravate our seas

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worse than a bag of fleas…karma

I AM THE HILL AND THE MOUNTAIN 

that you once held down, whipped, and kept blind.

We.. are screaming now for you to cease

and desistInside out

Before we are rewound back in minus time.

I am the Hill and the Mountain

Enemies attempt to climb, I am far above in my psyche

Love is the only friend of mine.©mushroom gatherers

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Lord, Do You Hear Me?

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LORD,

You must be tired of the black mamas/papas wails of grief
Ricocheting off streets of gray concrete.anna_s-15 copy

Chaos unisoned

in conflicting waves
Skeletons of past discord
Rattling as the war is waged.

Lord,

You must be tired
Of seeing black hands against the wall
Up in the air
Bodies fall
Blood seeping into ground….

profound…

Mingled with water.
Recycled to quench thirst of murderer’s daughter.

Lord, you must be tired
That their puzzle’s still left undone
They still don’t get
That Jesus is your son.

Lord, I am tired
of seeing the same ol’ script
Today a gun
Yesterday, a whip.DSC00017

And now, Lord,

with the monsters that plague my t.v. screen and my dreams,

Where do I leave my heart? In which forest do I scream?

I wrote my Senator

expressed my concern,

I think even he knows

The SWAMP is getting ready to burn.

I am tired…

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