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If You Call Me By My Real Name...

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If you call me by my real name, the legal middle name that I was given at birth, I won't hear you at first, because it is used so infrequently.
I chose instead to use a shortened version of my middle name.
If you keep at it, though, with the version I've mothballed, I'll respond, although inwardly I will feel that you have changed the nature of our relationship in a way in which I really don't want you to get too comfortable with.
But there gets to be a point, after I've heard you say it a half a dozen times, when I am liable to get ticked off, even though it says right there on my birth certificate and my bank statements and any other legal or business documents I posses that this is my actual name.
I imagine President Obama, who went by "Barry" for many years before reverting to his given name of "Barack", wrestled with the need to fit into a society chock full of Bills, Toms and Johnnys the same way I did with my given name "Krishna".
I brought this up because I can look at my hit counter and show you by the spikes in my visitor report just about every time I have used the word "white people" in a title. Those have turned out to be some of the heaviest traffic days I've gotten in the last year.
I can write "fringe", "subset", "few", or any one of those other words that mean "some" or "minority of" all day long, but it doesn't matter - to the many vocal critics on this blog and others who are turned off by this latest turn in our nationwide dialogue on race, any mention of the word "white people", it seems, is an indictment of all white people.
The one thing I have noticed in all my reading - and I have read many, many millions of words over the years - is how little the phrase "white people" is actually used in our newspapers or on our news reports. On the other hand, minority groups are identified by name so often, that to hear someone say "black people" or "asian people" or "Hispanics" sounds normal.
Kind of like hearing the shortened version of my name sounds normal to me.
Writing the phrase "white people" seems to really bother these folks who rush to fill the comment sections of this blog and others like it who are bringing a different perspective - a much needed different perspective - to political discussions. This indignation at being singled out formally is as if every usage of this phrase pricks away at what I can only assume is the neutrality that these sensitive folks feel they enjoy in America.
Talking about race in America is uncomfortable. It calls into question a person's own sense of morality. It forces people to examine closely all those inequities we have learned to rationalize instead of challenge.
Watching our punditocracy in action this week, both in print and on TV, twist Jimmy Carter's carefully chosen words into a blanket pronouncement fitting the narrow minded narratives of yesteryear that seem to run continuously in their heads, I have come to the realization that I am tired of seeing the same old same old AARP crowd holding the political conversation in this country hostage.
And I am not amused by the rest of the entertainers posing as political prognosticators who populate our airwaves with commentary that begins at the ridiculous and goes downhill from there.
One of the real challenges we face in America when we talk about race isn't just the empirical evidence and the undisputed facts - it is the degree to which we are willing to accept other viewpoints as legitimate.
George Stephanopolous asked President Obama the obligatory question on race and the statement made by Jimmy Carter better than I would imagine any of the other interviewers in the president's TV news show marathon did today, posing it not as a either/or, "is the claim legitimate or not" fill in the blank query, but in more realistic terms that asked instead to what degree is the claim relevant.
Stephanopolous asked, "Does it frustrate you when your own supporters see racism that you don't think exists?"
President Obama answered, "Look, I think that race is such a volatile issue in this society - always has been - that it becomes hard for people to separate out...race being sort of a part of the backdrop of American society versus race being a predominant factor in any given debate."
"A part of the backdrop of American society."
Like the names the president and I were given at birth, whether we wanted to acknowledge them or not, race is as important to the American story as the percussion section is to a symphony orchestra. Excluding any acknowledgment of the way race has helped to fuel the fire of discontent about the healthcare debate or concern over the notion that this particular president's administration is aiming to "take over everything" means we are not willing to fully explore the sources of the animus and vitriol that lie at the root of this subset of white America's recent group protests and individual protestations.
I will repeat the end of the last sentence - subset of white America's recent group protests and individual protestations - for those of you who eyes usually miss this explicitly stated demarcation.
The irony in all this is, the only time I am happy to hear my full name called is when the issue of healthcare is involved - specifically, when I visit the doctor's office - because when I hear the nurse with the clipboard read my name, it means it's time to head back to the examining room and see the doctor.
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I supose I did and did not notice this. I certainly should have noticed it. And I should have raised the question in my own mind why whites feel they need no adjective to qualify their human characters, the way "everyone else" does. We seem to be shedding the need to call Americans Italians or Irish, depending on where their grandparents immigrated from...they're all "white" now, except on national days when miraculously everyone becomes Irish or Italian for 24 hours.
September 21, 2009 10:11 AM | Reply | Permalink
I've never liked the terms "black" and "white" and when I do feel the need to write either word, I'm always uncomfortable. I wish there wasn't a divide, and Obama is, unfortunately, right--race IS a backdrop of American society.
It's pretty baffling, considering how much attention race has received over the years. Foolishly, I thought the issue would be resolved after the contentious Civil Rights years, and after we finally had a national holiday named for an African-American leader, and after millions of people with odd names and darker skin made enormous strides in all fields of endeavor.
But racism lives, and we have to recognize it when it rears its ugly head. We need to talk about it, but whatever color we are, we have to be able to talk about it without worrying about stepping on sensitive toes.
So. . .having said that, Kris, this statement jumped out at me: "I have come to the realization that I am tired of seeing the same old same old AARP crowd holding the political conversation in this country hostage."
I'm 73 years old and about as flaming a liberal as you're likely to see. I don't know what your perception of an "AARP crowd" is, but I used to spend a lot of time on the AARP Political boards, way back when Bush was first anointed president, and the majority of the comments came from liberals. So you see, you're kind of guilty of doing the same kind of generalizing.
But that's just a little quibble. Your post is much appreciated. Rec'd.
September 21, 2009 11:13 AM | Reply | Permalink
"We need to talk about (racism), but whatever color we are, we have to be able to talk about it without worrying about stepping on sensitive toes.
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Exactly right: being polite to racism affirms racism.
I've been confronting it for so many years that I can't help myself: When I see
A BIG RED BUTTON
with
RACISM
stenciled across it, I just have to
PUSH IT.
And then either discuss the pus that ekes out, or I'll chase down the motherfucker and nail a pound of garlic to her/his chest.
September 21, 2009 11:44 PM | Reply | Permalink
Somewhat tangent to your point, but, I have a Stock Answer I like to pull out when I hear what sounds like racist talk about Obama. I say: "Well, you know, he's half white ... and you know how those whiteys are!"
(Note: I'm about as "white" as white gets, being of German-Irish extract.)
September 21, 2009 1:45 PM | Reply | Permalink
I hereby render unto you the Dayly Line of the Day Award for this here TPMCafe Site, given to all of you from all of me for this gem:
Thank you for a fine post.
September 21, 2009 4:54 PM | Reply | Permalink
So wise, Kris.
I can tell you from my perspective that being able to listen to "black people" say something about "white people" that might be critical takes time. When I was in college I remember listening to a woman speak on institutional racism and how we, as white people, were all to a degree responsible and getting really defensive. Bullshit, I thought. I'm not racist, therefore I'm not responsible. I almost hate to write that because it embarrasses me that I couldn't hear truth through my own defenses.
A few years later I was teaching at a school where I was the only white person in the school (staff or students). The kids got to a point where they trusted me enough to be open and I would get a lot of "white people" this and "white people" that. Sometimes it hurt to hear them talk about people who looked like me in such a negative way, but I learned that it wasn't really personal. They were sharing their world view with me and by doing so gave me an opportunity to be reflective. Maybe some of what they said applied, some didn't. But none of us can learn and grow if we can't have discussions in "mixed" company.
Now, many years later, I am the mother of a bi-racial child (I know I have mentioned this a lot, so it may begin to sound like blah, blah, blah bi-racial child -- yeah 2V, we get it already). But it brings me full circle -- back to my college thoughts and I have a lot of "holy shit" moments. That speaker was right. I watch the way the world treats him at times in a way they are probably not even aware -- the looks in stores, the getting pulled over by police for walking while being black, the parents who bristle when their white daughters want to date my son. Most, if not all of those people would tell you their is no element of racism in their actions and they would probably believe it.
And at times, even when I know more and hopefully know better, I need to question my own thoughts and actions and try to learn more and do a little better each day. I have to know that my son will face things as a black man that the world will never ask of me as a white woman. That's racism and we can pretend it doesn't exist or doesn't apply to us or we can listen to people who know better.
I hear you, Kris.
September 21, 2009 7:04 PM | Reply | Permalink
I love how children see color. My 3 year old daughter who is Hispanic was fairly "brown" by the end of the summer from all her days at the pool and beach. I said something like "wow baby you are so brown this summer" and she responded with "yup, just like my friend Ama". Her friend Ama is our neighbor who's family is from Ghana and is very dark skinned black; but my daughter didn't see it that way, she was excited that she was getting darker like her good friend.
Unless we mess them up, which we parents have been known to do; children have the most amazing outlook and views of things like race and we would benefit from seeing the world as they do sometimes.
September 22, 2009 8:41 AM | Reply | Permalink
I am Barry's age, I had a small pox vaccination and you can't see it on my arm.
Hey Birthers... look over here and yell while Wall Street rips your dumb asses off over there...you won't even notice getting fired or getting foreclosed on.
September 22, 2009 12:36 PM | Reply | Permalink