{"id":337,"date":"2015-12-29T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2015-12-29T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/yule-tide.generalsemiotics.net\/index.php\/2015\/12\/29\/post-330-the-call-of-northwestern-europe\/"},"modified":"2015-12-29T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2015-12-29T00:00:00","slug":"post-330-the-call-of-northwestern-europe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/index.php\/2015\/12\/29\/post-330-the-call-of-northwestern-europe\/","title":{"rendered":"Post-330: The Call of \ufeffNorthwestern Europe"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\n\u200bEuropeans tell me \u200bthat I can pass for any of the nationalities of continental northwestern Europe. I started hearing this in 2007 when I started to meet real Europeans, and it continues. Some guess specific single countries; some say “it could be one of several;” in either case, it’s\u00a0always northwestern Europe<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

What’s remarkable is that\u00a0they’re\u00a0right<\/em>. I am, in fact, of half Scandinavian, 3\/8ths German, and 1\/8th Colonial New England ancestry (the ultimate-country-origins of this last line I haven’t learned but odds are good, given who settled in Colonial New England, that it is entirely northwestern European, as well).\u00a0\u00a0(See Also: post-223: “Kinsfolk By the Millions<\/a>“).\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n

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\nGermany has probably been the most-often-made guess. To\u00a0guess “Germany” in this kind of guessing game is to stay close to the trunk and not venture out too far on any limb, since\u00a0Germany is, in many ways, a meshing together of several smaller, more-organic “nations” united by a language. Accordingly, a wide range of European “looks” are at home in Germany. (Chancellor Conrad Adenauer<\/a> had a very exotic look. I wonder how he’d have fared in this guessing game. I wouldn’t guess Germany.)<\/p>\n

The most specific was from a\u00a0German young man who narrowed it down to a state (Bundesland<\/em>) of Germany. This German’s name and face I’ve long forgotten, but I can still hear his answer in my mind.\u00a0He said I’d best fit in\u00a0Niedersachsen<\/strong> [Lower Saxony]. Wait. Now that I think of it, it may have been Mecklenburg-Vorpommern. It was one of those. I’m sure it was on the water (see below) and I’m sure it wasn’t Schleswig-Holstein (a German state that some of my Danish ancestors found themselves in, against their will, after Denmark bungled a war in the 1800s and lost territory).<\/p>\n

It’s easy to make fun of this kind of thing. “How can you narrow down someone’s ‘look’ to a specific state in the Federal Republic of Germany? That’s crazy.” I remember thinking, though,\u00a0You know what? The geographic centroid of my ancestors’ places of origin probably *is* around about that state<\/em>. There was no way he could’ve known any such a thing, about me, someone he’d just met that very day, and before I told him anything. He guessed it from sight alone. Impressive, I say. Impressive. On the below map, his guess was either the top red state (Niedersachsen) or the top blue state (Mecklenburg-Vorpommern). The more I think, the more I lean towards Niedersachsen. Yes, I’m 90% sure it was Niedersachsen.\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n

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\nI’ve also, occasionally, had people say \u00a0“Netherlands,” right next door to Niedersachsen (Both have the word nether<\/em> in their names [the old-Germanic word nether<\/em> survives on the margins of English, too] which means “low,” hence “The Low Countries.”) In terms of ancestral stock, Netherlands and northwestern Germans are close. This map of the frequency of my particular Y-chromosome group [R1b-U106] (originally from post-223<\/a>) reinforces all this:\n<\/div>\n
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\nThe consistent accuracy, in general, of these guesses, by strangers, constitutes “poor man’s proof” that ethnicity is a valid concept at some level. Some today like to mock or discard it but do so at their own peril. I mean, here I am, someone in the USA for generations, and they can still identify me to the correct ancestral region of Europe with total accuracy, essentially. Draw your conclusions.<\/p>\n

There is also this. I hardly recall any case at all in Germany of someone in public speaking to me in English straight away. Always German. This was not the case for other\u00a0White Americans I knew. I recall one American friend, B.A. We attended the same university in the USA, even, but met in Germany. He was what in physical anthropology is called the\u00a0Atlantid type<\/a>\u00a0(that black-haired British Isles type). That sort of face is rare in Germany, the sign of a likely foreigner, probably an English-speaking one. I recall that when Germans saw B.A., they tended to use English. Not always, but sometimes. Then there was the case of the girl who spoke to me in German and asked whether I was showing B.A. around Germany! She said something like “It’s lucky he has you to show him around.” She thought I was a native German. (I think I have related this story on these pages before.) In fact, we were both foreigners and had similar levels of German; mine was better, but not by that much. (There was also the case of I.S., a Polish friend, whose German was much better than mine. In her time there in the 2000s, she said Germans would ask her\u00a0“Sind Sie aus dem Osten?<\/em>” or “Are you from the East?”).<\/p>\n

Germans are very nice and will very often address someone whom they believe to be a native English speaker in English, even in Germany. In many other countries, language of address in public can be a more delicate matter with “political” implications. Estonia was such a country. Kazakhstan was. Malaysia is. In a very different way, Korea is, too.\n<\/p><\/div>\n

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\nHearing “You look like [such-and-such nationality]” from Europeans was flattering. It meant, or so I presumed, that they accepted me as one of them, as one of the European family after all. There is power in this.\n<\/div>\n
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\n(Based on footage taken in Norway. Edited and created by a Norwegian cinematographer who goes by IEDNlab on Youtube<\/a>.)\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\nThanks for reading.\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u200bEuropeans tell me \u200bthat I can pass for any of the nationalities of continental northwestern Europe. I started hearing this in 2007 when I started to meet real Europeans, and it continues. Some guess specific single countries; some say “it could be one of several;” in either case, it’s\u00a0always northwestern Europe. What’s remarkable is that\u00a0they’re\u00a0right. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-337","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/337","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=337"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/337\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=337"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=337"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=337"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}