Sunday blogging against racism #45–of museums and misconceptions

27 07 2008

just wondering . . .

CORR Museum trip 8.2008

we went to the DuSable Museum of African-American History yesterday. Although I noticed more white folks later on in the day, when we first got there, I couldn’t help but notice that the majority of the people visiting the museum were themselves African-American.

So what’s the deal? Do white folks not need to know about the history of black Americans?

Although I aspire to be him someday, I’m also kind of lazy, so I’m going to let Tim Wise answer this one. And for those of you who won’t click on the link (ALTHOUGH YOU SHOULD!), here’s an excerpt:

Requiring African American history will be “divisive” they claim, further tearing the city apart, rather than uniting it. But what kind of argument is this? Are we to believe that standard American history has been unifying? The kind of history that largely ignores the contributions and struggles of persons of color in the U.S.? The history that too often paints an image of Africa suggesting there were no signs of civilization there before whites arrived, and thus that black history doesn’t begin until slavery? The kind of history that relegates black folks to one month out of the year, and even then only teaches about a few prominent figures: Dr, King, Frederick Douglass, Harriet Tubman, and perhaps Rosa Parks?

Could it be that such a “standard” history has only been unifying for whites by and large, seeing as how it has presented history in a way that typically glorifies white leaders, European cultural contributions and traditions, and white perspectives on various historical events?





Sunday blogging against racism #42–privilege meme

6 07 2008

I have done exercises like this one more than once in anti-racism trainings. This particular meme purportedly focuses more on class than on race per se, although I certainly am aware (more and more) that race and class are inextricably entwined, and attempts to separate out the two almost always prove futile.

I also know that people react strongly to this type of activity, and of course, no activity of this type is ever going to be perfect, but I suspect that the reason most of us shy away from such activities, or find reasons to criticize them, is that they put us dangerously close to the point where we need to admit to our own privilege. So you end up with reactions like this that remind me of the people who protest the (admittedly tongue-in-cheek) characterizations on Stuff White People Like. “But I’m not THAT KIND of white person!” And on it goes . . . 

Anyway, here’s the meme. The goal is to BOLD the items that are true for you and to see how many you end up with. Let’s see how I do . . . 

Father went to college [um, does trade school count here?! I guess I'll mark it.]
Father finished college
Mother went to college
Mother finished college
Have any relative who is an attorney, physician, or professor
Were the same or higher class than your high school teachers
Had more than 50 books in your childhood home
Had more than 500 books in your childhood home

Were read children’s books by a parent
Had lessons of any kind before you turned 18
[I had about six months of piano lessons when I was in high school. however, it was made abundantly clear to me at a young age that the reason I could NOT take dance lessons was because "we couldn't afford it".]
Had more than two kinds of lessons before you turned 18
The people in the media who dress and talk like me are portrayed positively
Had a credit card with your name on it before you turned 18
Your parents (or a trust) paid for the majority of your college costs*
Your parents (or a trust) paid for all of your college costs*
Went to a private high school
Went to summer camp
Had a private tutor before you turned 18
Family vacations involved staying at hotels [we never took a vacation!]
Your clothing was all bought new before you turned 18 
Your parents bought you a car that was not a hand-me-down from them 
There was original art in your house when you were a child
Had a phone in your room before you turned 18 
You and your family lived in a single family house
Your parent(s) owned their own house or apartment before you left home  
You had your own room as a child 
Participated in an SAT/ACT prep course [free ones at New Dorp High School]
Had your own TV in your room in High School
Owned a mutual fund or IRA in High School or College
Flew anywhere on a commercial airline before you turned 16
Went on a cruise with your family [when I was 20]
Went on more than one cruise with your family
Your parents took you to museums and art galleries as you grew up
You were unaware of how much heating bills were for your family

That’s all I’ve got. If you want to read more about people’s reactions, you can go here. But in the meantime, as “impoverished” as I like to believe myself to be, I know that I am still struggling with the legacy of white privilege, and that I’ve barely begun to unearth all of the ways in which it’s been manifested in my life. So there is much to do, and I know that I have barely started.





Sunday blogging against racism #33–”It’s just a cartoon”

4 05 2008

So yesterday, as I was babysitting for the CUTEST kids ever, we were watching old Looney Tunes cartoons that had been given to the kids by their grandma. Since this was to me a better choice than revisionist crap such as Elmo’s World or (horror of horrors)–Blues’ Clues post-Steve (!!!), I was happy that the Ethan Bean had chosen this. AND I was really amazed that a three-year-old and two almost-two-year-olds were so mesmerized by these “old-school” cartoons.

Things got “interesting”, however, and my anti-racist antennae (sp?!) went up, when we came upon a short titled, “Frigid Hare“. Besides, “oh, look at the cute little penguin who cries ice cubes!” (the girls were like, “baby!” Apparently any small, cute creature, themselves included, is a “baby!”) the one thing that really stuck out to me was the way they portrayed the native Alaskan man that was Bugs’ foe. With new eyes, I noticed his oversized lips, his bug-eyed gaze, and worst of all, his unintelligible grunting.

What ever gave us the idea that we had the right to portray human beings, made in God’s image, in such a caricatured and offensive way? Oh yeah, I remember now. It was that fabulous race “science” in the nineteenth century . . .

There’s a great deal of debate online about the censorship and editing that has gone on to remove these scenes (and in some cases, entire cartoons) from the public record, and I tend to agree that they should not be eliminated completely, with the notion that those who do not remember the past are doomed to repeat it. But I’m more troubled by what depths of depravity we are capable of, and by the message I was getting every Saturday morning of my childhood without even realizing it.  





Sunday blogging against racism #32–blue-eyed Noah

13 04 2008

So a good friend of mine is about to have a baby, and as I believe in reading to babies as much as possible, I was at the bookstore checking out board books. I was delighted to find a sweet little board book with a cloth baby head at the top . . . awwwwwww, how cute. And I was all excited to find a book that had an African-American baby on it . . .

So I was about to buy it until I started flipping through it and saw something that REALLY BUGGED ME . . .

               

There was Noah, in all his blue-eyed, pale-skinned glory. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“God made you special, little brown-skinned baby, but apparently not AS special as God made blue-eyed Noah.”

The saddest part of this to me is that I am SURE the publishers didn’t even register the fact that there might be a problem with the way they were representing Noah (not just in this book, either. I’m quite SURE Noah did not have Hollywood-issued baby blues–so the other books in this series, even if they featured a white baby, should NOT have featured a blue-eyed Noah, or David, or Jesus, or anybody else in the JEWISH Bible. well, maybe someone could’ve had blue eyes along the way–but that pasty, white person skin? I think not.) But I want my friend’s little boy (who will already have the deck stacked against him by virtue of the fact that he will grow up as a black man in this society) to have the message come through loud and clear that HE is special and unique and BEAUTIFUL to God, exactly as God made him, without contradictory images that seem to imply that the “real” heroes of the faith always have white skin.

The kitten should’ve been my first clue.





Sunday blogging against racism #21a–true tales from my former workplace

13 01 2008

I wrestled mightily with the decision to leave my good-paying job at the phone company two years ago. Sometimes I still wonder about my timing (that I would have left was, I am certain, inevitable eventually, but sometimes I wonder if I should have held out a little bit longer), but in another sense, I just knew that it was time to go.

hmm. none of what I’ve said thus far has anything to do with what I’m about to say . . . except for the fact that I am occasionally reminded of the rather “unique” culture of that place . . .

I was reminded anew this weekend when a friend related a story of a recent incident at my old workplace. Apparently, there was some minor issue between two employees, and after the one woman involved (who is black) walked away, the other woman (white) said, “If she was hanging from an apple tree, I wouldn’t bother cutting her down.”

(yes, this is hearsay, blah blah blah–and perhaps if I hadn’t heard so many similar comments myself during my time there, I would question this account, but I can assure you that such comments were far from uncommon in that place.)

 There are two aspects of this that are particularly maddening to me:

1) It was another employee who overheard this comment and went to management with it. Apparently, the manager who received the complaint is friendly with the person who (”allegedly”) made this remark. The issue was eventually brought to a higher level of management, but although an obligatory statement was made about this being “unacceptable”, apparently one manager also encouraged the person who reported the incident to contact the company’s EEO department for more help.

I am quite familiar with the tendency of the management there to sweep such things under the rug, to fall back on, “but it’s a ‘he-said, she-said’; there were no witnesses.” (They could get away with this in large part because of the reluctance of the other employees to admit that they had heard anything.) From what I understand, the woman the comment was directed towards (although she did not actually hear it said) is reluctant to pursue this and apparently doesn’t want to “make waves”. BUT THIS IS NO TIME TO BE MAKING FLIPPANT REMARKS ABOUT PEOPLE HANGING FROM TREES! (not that there’s ever a “right” time for such comments, but in light of the events of the past year, such a comment is even more egregious, and I don’t care WHO claims that they didn’t hear anything, it’s still NOT okay to sweep this under the rug. It was like this when I was there also–that whole mentality of, “if we don’t talk about it, it will go away.”

2) I would be remiss if I presented this story without exploring my own complicity in the matter, and the fact that it is so much easier for me to express outrage about blatant, “out there”/”not me” racism than to examine the mess that lurks within my own heart. This would be a perfect example of how we so easily get stuck in Power¹–the ways that racism hurts people of color–and avoid looking at the exponential damage that racism causes in Power² (the ways that I benefit as a white person, such as the fact that my manager, who is likely to be from the same majority culture as I am, will more easily dismiss complaints against me) and Power³ (the fact that racism ultimately destroys us all.) Read the rest of this entry »