
In the wake of Barack Obama's significant speech today on race in America everybody has been weighing with opinions. One of the smaller more telling observations I've made in all this came during Sheperd Smith's show on FOX today. Smith grew up in Mississippi (he's white) and his anger during the levy failure in New Orleans was amazing to watch. I really like him. He had two white commentators on with him today - one middle aged guy for the Democrats who loved the speech and one fairly young woman from the Young Republicans. The young woman didn't like the speech or see its relevance and Smith wasn't taking that from her - he clearly grew up looking at racism in all its forms every day and he wasn't letting her dodge and weave. At one point she said that her grandparents had come to this country and worked hard and gotten ahead and this issue of race wasn't part of their lives - or thus the lives of any Gen X or Gen Y'ers. And I thought well of course not.
It didn't affect you, (who most certainly must have come from a nice white suburban background) so of course racism doesn't exist. End of story and end of her thinking the issue is real.
I grew up in Central Florida which is not really southern in the social sense of the word - it's more Lauderdale and Miami and Daytona - more beach then old Confederacy. (Part of this might be due to the fact that the Civil War barely made it into FL so the only truly "Southern" portions of the state are really in the north - areas that Floridians will often say are more like Georgia than Florida.) If you asked me when I was growing up about racism I would say I didn't know beans about it - my classes in school were mixed and not due to busing - it was just the demographics of the working class area I grew up in. But honestly there were no black people that grew up in my neighborhood - they all lived in the black section of town, period. Literally, it is across the railroad tracks (can you believe that?) and it was alway a mysterious place to me. We never drove back there. Across town, there was another black section and while the main road through it was one I drove many many times I was always told to never stop on it at night, even for a red light.
But my hometown wasn't racist. Not really.
I attended Catholic Church until I was a teenager, just as my family had done for generations. (And my grandparents continued until their deaths and my father until his death and my mother still does.) I never saw a black person in our church. I'm sure there must have been at least one sometimes - black people are Catholics too - but I can't recall ever seeing one. What I do know is that there are black churches in my hometown and there are white churches. That's how we all know them. I'm sure there must be some with mixed congregations but I don't know about them specifically. All I know is that I saw black kids in school but did not live near them and did not worship with them. And that was just the way it was.
(I should note that my father worked with a lot of black and hispanic co-workers at the local military base where he was employed for 20 years in a civil service position. He was friends with everybody, united in a common goal of disliking the officers and upper class at the base. I wish he was alive today so we could talk about all this; I think he would have a very unique perspective on it.)
When I was in Fairbanks I met a lot of Alaska Natives (both Inuit and Indian) and that opened up a lot of other racial stereotypes. In Alaska is not really about black and white at all, but white and Native and everyone is part of that conversation. There is also a difference between people who live in the village (white or Native) versus those who live in Town. And there is a difference between whites from Outside and whites from AK. More than once I stood at work complaining about stupid white people - there was no similarity between the ones who made my life hard because they knew nothing about Alaska, airplanes and flying and myself because they were whites from Outside. It was all complicated but that's how it was and I wasn't the only one on the job who hated dealing with white people. (Common conversation: "Who am I flying to Ft Yukon today?" "Some white people." "Crap!")
I started teaching history for one of the community colleges on Ft Wainwright in Fairbanks in January 1997. My students were a mix of black, white and Native American as well as Central American, African, Jamaican and Filipino. There was no universal color or ethnicity. The predominant color however was black. In the beginning I stuck to the standard textbook crap and I was very very dull. But over time I realized that I had black students who knew everything about the Civil Rights movement and white kids who knew nothing about it. I had kids (of all colors) who knew nothing about WWII (not even who fought on what side) and students who could talk for hours about US foreign policy and how it affected their birth country and kids from reservations who never got past the US Civil War in school. Pretty much the only thing they all had in common was money. Almost all of them enlisted to get money to get away from home, get a leg up on the American dream, get cash for college. Getting into the middle class was their lifelong dream but they all had different experiences and a lot of misconceptions about each other. I had students who had never sat in a classroom with someone of a different race - ever. Everything Obama talked about today - about whites hating blacks because of affirmative action and blacks hating whites because of racism - was on display in my classes. I remember distinctly when one of my sergeants told us he had been stopped while out jogging - on military bases - three separate times in his career. They stopped him because he was a black man running. When we questioned the white MPs in the class as to why that would happen, they said a lot of MPs are from the south. They didn't trust blacks, even when they outranked them, because they were certain the rank was due to affirmative action and nothing else. Stopping a black man running was just something they could do - so they did it.
There was a lot of anger in my classes and a lot of work to try and bridge that emotion.
One day a 19 year old white enlisted girl whose job was to be the driver for the base commander (we all figured she was chosen because she was cute) said quite honestly that she had never seen racism so why did blacks insist it was there? Why didn't they move on? A black female sergeant sitting behind her had to be physically restrained from standing up on the table and screaming. What we finally got down to was that in this room, living on this same base, they still needed to be able to explain themselves to each other and find common ground - find a way to listen. "She is the one you need to make understand," I told the sergeant. "She just doesn't know any better."
Got that Young Republican lady on FOX? You just don't know any better.
I will not go into specifics here, on the internet, about my own personal interactions with racism but I will say that in my extended family I have sat down more than once at the table and shared a meal with people who have been unfailingly kind and loving but will also say incredibly racist things - things they believe in. Because of that confusing personal reality, it was this part of Obama's speech that most resonated with me:
I can no more disown him [Rev Wright] than I can disown the black community. I can no more disown him than I can my white grandmother - a woman who helped raise me, a woman who sacrificed again and again for me, a woman who loves me as much as she loves anything in this world, but a woman who once confessed her fear of black men who passed by her on the street, and who on more than one occasion has uttered racial or ethnic stereotypes that made me cringe.
I love people who are racist and I don't say either of those words - "love" or "racist" lightly. It appalls me and disturbs me when they say the things they do and I always fight back against it whenever words are said that I object to. I do not allow my son to be in their presence if they will not censure their language. But that is who they are - because of geography and history and choices they make about what they want to believe. And I have to accept that while making every effort to change the country so that eventually such attitudes will disappear. (And that is part of why I have supported Obama - not the color of his skin but because he is willing to address and change so many aspects of our class filled society that have lingered for far too long.)
I understand what Barack Obama said today and I embrace it because it is exactly the complicated unpleasant truth that I have been witness to on many many occasions. Even on the simplest terms - such as reviewing books - race is an issue. I struggle constantly to find books with black characters, all kinds of books from serious to fun, for my teen readers. It is incredibly hard. I struggle to find books that address class in a way that both includes and expands beyond the issue of race. It is also incredibly hard. But I do keep trying and that effort I think is an important one. More books with minority characters should be published in this country, period and the fact that they aren't is certainly some subtle kind of racism that we all choose to ignore, that we all pretend is about demographics and dollars and on and on and on. I mean really, how many black Disney princesses are there?
Enough said.
At the end of the day, what Obama is saying is that the issue of race is here and it isn't going away - it is the problem that America still struggles with and just because you convince yourself otherwise, just because your family so handily sidesteps it, doesn't mean it isn't real.
You don't know what it is like for me, my black students would say. And those words would be echoed across the room by white, Native American, Asian, and on and on. So tell us, I would say. Tell us and let us move closer to understanding America; tell us and we will listen. For the first time in our separated lives, we are all in here together and we will listen.
If we truly want to grow up and change the world then unlike those who came before us, we all - every color - need to listen.


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March 18
2008
06:44 PM
Thanks, Colleen. You've captured so many of my thoughts on the speech.