A Kenyan woman has opened up on racism in Germany and how she was subjected to racism profiling and abuse, and how she bravely stood up against racism. The Kenyan woman who identified herself as Jenny shared that in one incident, she found a dead rat hanging on her gate handle.

In multiple other incidents, her child was subjected to racial profiling and constantly called the ‘N’ word. However, Jenny stood up against the racial bullying, even though not many, including local police were willing to stand by her. Here is her story as she shared it:

When I moved to a quiet little village in Germany in 2023, I was full of hope. I had finally found a cozy home for my daughter and me—small, beautiful, with a garden, a fireplace, even a bathtub and next to the train station. It felt like a dream.

But the dream didn’t last long.

On moving day, we parked the truck outside our new home—on a public road. Within minutes, the neighbor came out yelling that we should move because “her husband was coming.”

The moving company stood their ground. It was public space, not private property. Her husband showed up angry and started confronting my daughter and me. We calmly told him we’d move once unloading was done. That was our first day.

I brushed it off. We moved in. I was excited to start fresh.

Every morning before my late shift, I sipped coffee in the garden and watched my daughter smile.

I drove a tiny Opel Corsa 1.2, minded my business, and greeted neighbors politely.

Even the man next door offered to help with a small repair. I paid him. Later, he made advances I rejected—because I’m not anyone’s side chick.

That’s when everything changed.

The hostility, the stares, the strange behavior. It wasn’t just him.

Apparently, a single Black woman with a child didn’t “fit” in their perfect neighborhood.

I didn’t know that rejecting a man’s advances could turn a village against me.

I didn’t know things would get so dark…

That someone would actually hang a dead rat on my gate.

After I turned down a neighbor’s advances, the harassment began.

First, someone pooped at the edge of my walkway — human poop, not dog. With tissue paper. The message was clear:

“You don’t belong here.”

Then, the same man blocked my kitchen window with wood, claiming my food “stinks.” I love cooking Asian, so I use lots of ginger, garlic and spices — but I also know my rights. I gave him 8 hours to remove it or face legal action. He backed off.

But one night, I came home late. My lights weren’t working, so I used my phone as a torch.

As I reached for my gate, I touched something soft. I lit it up.

It was a dead rat. Hanging on my handle. Another lay by my doorstep.

Whether rat or mouse, it was pure evil.

I reported it to the police and wad asked to install CCTV. Since I started home office, no longer coming home late and it was summer time, I was to do it at a later time. Still, no one held accountable.

And while I was trying to stay strong, my daughter was attacked on the street — called a “Negro” by strangers. We reported that too.

We were fighting so much hate — and then I bought a new car.

That’s when things exploded. A Black single mom with a nice house and a T-Roc? That was their breaking point.

But here’s the thing:

I was not leaving. I was not shrinking. I was not done.

In December 2023, as a Christmas gift to myself, I upgraded my old Opel Corsa 1.2 (€2,000 car) to a VW T-Roc R-Line. It’s not a Tesla or some flashy luxury car, but it meant the world to me.

Just weeks earlier, someone had defecated on the walkway in front of my home — a clear sign of the hostile environment I was living in. So, when I got the new car, it upset some neighbors.

To celebrate, my friends and I popped sparkling wine, even poured some on the car—and yes, we also poured some on the exact spot where the poop was weeks before—hallucinating like we do back in Africa. They watched, curious and wondering what kind of juju that was.

I chose joy, no matter what.

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The Parking Games Began.

After the new car arrived, parking suddenly became a battlefield.

My old Opel never bothered anyone, but the T-Roc seemed to trigger everyone’s parking frustrations.

At my old place, there were two official parking spots and a third space right at my entrance—which was technically mine since blocking entrances or exits is illegal in Germany.

I let neighbors have the two spots and took the third, even if it meant blocking my own entrance sometimes. Most days, the two spots were taken, so I parked behind the second car, blocking my entrance. Annoying—especially on garbage days when I had to find parking elsewhere.

Then the games started.

One neighbor—the same neighbor who was constantly harassing me—owns the garage next to my entrance. He parked his trailer right next to his garage, blocking the space I used.

He made sure my car wouldn’t fit anymore. Petty? Definitely.

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I Had Enough.

We went back and forth over that trailer — he’d move it, I’d push it back.

After several rounds, I wrote him a letter quoting the law and warning of legal action.

He stopped.

But then, someone else parked right in my spot—blocking my entrance.

I lost it.

I left a note on their windshield and on my gate there is a placard that clearly states:

“Do not block my exit.” Please move your car.

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The Nerve!

The person blocking me had the audacity to write back, saying my sign didn’t matter and doubting I parked inside.

They even said:

“Even if someone put a label on the door saying this is a police station, it doesn’t mean it actually is one.”

I ignored them.

Next time, two cars blocked me.

So I parked behind them—blocking them in. Funny how a car can change people’s behavior.

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