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Today….

28 Saturday Jul 2018

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black authors, black tax, McNair Scholars, MLK, NAACP, natural hair, race, Stacey Abrams

…is one of those days where I just feel the immediacy and burden of some of the demographics of my life.  I don’t mind the demographics themselves, but it can sure feel burdensome at times.

  • I just gave a $500 contribution to the black female in my state who may become the first black female governor in the country and is on yesterday’s cover of Time magazine (Aug 6/Aug 13, 2018 issue).  Stacey Abrams is beyond awesome.  I’ve been absolutely awed by her from the first time I heard her speak well before she chose to run.
  • Earlier in the day, it was $750 for a lifetime membership in the NAACP to which I have contributed for decades, to help continue the very much needed now, vigorous fight they have had since their creation as the most vocal and enduring advocate for inclusion of all people in America’s continuing journey toward the most promising word of its founding documents, equality.
  • Yesterday it was attending the presentation day of the inaugural 8-week residential McNair Scholars program at my university to help aspiring minority STEM students achieve graduate school entry and success.   I had been blessed to be the keynote speaker for their opening welcome banquet 8 weeks ago, and although I really did not have the time, made it to come back and see them 8 weeks later for their presentation of research program at the program’s end.  I was so glad I did.  Turns out, even though I am not in the sciences, and only spoke at their opening banquet, the students had asked administrators if I would be there and were apparently ecstatic when they learned I would attend.  It was so worth it, that I continuously cried during the program.  It was incredibly enriching for the students and for the University and for the world into which these students will one day bring their gifts we helped them to channel.  It truly scares me to think of how many people who will never get the chance to do this are missing from what we could achieve as a society.
  • A few days before it was attending the going-away party for a former student now headed to law school.  I had first met him as a young, black, extremely highly motivated freshman from a very small town in Georgia that would not have been one from which you would think his gifts would flow given the history of the area.  But, he ended up becoming the very well regarded president of the student body with much gravitas, and we will continue to hear only great things from him, I have no doubt whatsoever.  I teach thousands of students, so, as you can imagine, I cannot attend such events for them all.  But, he was someone for whom not only I was in attendance, but also the president of our university.  That speaks volumes about both him and the president.
  • While at that event that took time I had to create to be there, I met someone whose job as a regional program administrator led her to know such things, who told me about a call she had received that day from a young black student from a very unstable background  who had nonetheless just graduated from high school in our town (no small feat in a town with a substantial drop out rate), had published two books and begun a clothing line before doing so, and who was headed off to college in 3 weeks, but, she had learned in a call earlier in the day, was homeless as of that morning because of circumstances beyond his control.  She was worried about him being able to find a place to stay for the 3 weeks until college started, but, even then, he had little to no money for college and had begun a GoFundMe page.  I got the details, reached out to him, contributed to his college fund and would have had him stay with me except that my daughter objected to having a stranger in the house.  Feel free to donate.

That was just in the past week.  And I didn’t even count in:

  • The 3, hours-long conversations I had been requested to have by those in need to  discuss their own “demographic” issues, including race, sexual orientation, race and gender issues in graduate education, and age.
  • The fact that the more extremist Republican candidate for governor won in the run-off on Tuesday, even though he had done things that had garnered embarrassing national attention like ride around campaigning in a pickup truck with a sign on the side and a campaign promise to “round up illegals” even if he had to do it himself.
  • Or the state legislator for my state who also garnered embarrassing national (I’m sure, international) attention after he had allowed himself to be duped into being broadcast on national television by Sacha Baron Cohen, running around backwards with his a** hanging out shouting America! in an effort to ward off potential terrorists he was told hated homosexuals, or shout numerous times at the top of his voice, the N-word, or give his impression of someone Asian by spouting his limited, nonsensical Chinese-related words pretending to take selfie-stick photos up a skirt, or jab a knife repeatedly at a burka-clad dummy.  Although I understand how things can mushroom out of proportion, some things are just what they are. I was able to breathe a sigh of relief when he had sense enough to bow to pressure from every side and resign. (story here)
  • Reading the depressing piece in HuffPost by the mixed (black-white) guest writer, Carolyn Copeland, about why she still hides her natural hair and instead opts for weave (here).  It caused quite a stir, and was apparently for others a watershed moment, when I stepped onto campus after Thanksgiving of my freshman year  in 1968 after having visited a barber in Indianapolis to have him cut my perm down to my natural hair.  Embarrassing as that stage is for anyone, I now recognize the courage it took to do what I, and my friend Carolyn did.  That was 50 years ago.  While I had locs twice during that 50 years (wearing my hair in a short natural as I do, I find that that volume of quickly-growing hair [who knew?] is simply too much hair for me), my hair has always remained natural.  It is ridiculous to me, and depressing, that 50 years later, we are still even mentioning this as an issue—a racial issue at that. When will society ever learn? Some (!) days I wonder about our progress.  This isn’t about castigating anyone who chooses not to wear their hair in its natural state.  Do what suits you.  Rather, it is about a society that stubbornly refuses to allow black women the space to comfortably make the choice on their own and instead gives them messages, many internalized by black women themselves, that their hair must look like white folks’ hair in order to be accepted for purposes of employment, personal beauty, etc.  Don’t get me started.  I seethe every time I think about it.  As a matter of fact, I did an entire law review article on it with my co-author linda harrison.

Most days I can go around just feeling like a human being.  But, sometimes, the demographics of my life just seem to intrude. I love each and every one of them and celebrate them all:  race, color, hair, gender, age, sexual orientation, socio-economic status, religion, geography,  etc.  They make my life so much richer.

But, I do own that part of it comes with what they call the “black tax.”  The extra burden, imposed in so many ways, of being black.  I’m sure virtually all groups have a tax of some sort, but, I swear,  sometimes, as much as you love all the categories into which society puts you, intersectionality can feel truly burdensome.  Again, not because of the categories themselves, as I love, love, love each of mine and my life is so much richer for them, but because of the crap other people project onto them.

I am a lawyer, but primarily I am an educator.  Almost by definition, that means I’m not rich.  At 67, I am somewhere near retirement and still saving for it.  I don’t have money to just give away like I do to such causes without feeling the consequences elsewhere.  But, what’s the choice?  These are battles that must not only be fought, but that must be won.  I don’t want our gubernatorial candidate to miss giving our state excellent and much-needed leadership for want of a few dollars mine might give her.  I can’t afford the luxury of thinking someone else will do it.  I have to take things personally.  What if every person involved in the Civil Rights or any other significant movement had said that?  Each and every person who chose not to get on a bus during the Montgomery Bus Boycott was an individual making a personal choice but look at the difference it collectively made. Buses were no longer segregated.  From that, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. came into the national spotlight and ended up causing a national movement resulting in the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965, among other things.

I also know that even though I don’t feel to part with my money or time when it is needed elsewhere in my life, at least I am privileged enough to be able to be in a position to choose to do so.   I live with knowing that there are so many others who cannot do it simply because they do not have either.  I have to give for them as well.  I have to buy that book by a black author because I know so many who may want to do so cannot afford it, and others won’t simply because they will dismiss it as irrelevant to their lives because they themselves are not black.  Publishers will then not continue to publish books by black authors because they are not profitable. It is also why I have to see black movies during the weekend of their release.  Those are the numbers that count.  I want their movies to continue to be made.  To not do so would be a loss for us all.  As with all cultures, we have so many funny, inspiring, enriching, interesting, imaginative stories to tell that will enrich everyone’s life, whether they know it or not.  If the numbers are not right for movie producers, that won’t happen.  I know that by living on a big corner in my subdivision, my lawn has to be well maintained on a consistent basis or the thought will be that failure to do so is why no one wants black to live in their neighborhoods, so it will be more difficult for black purchasers overall.  It’s just a fact.  Part of being black.  Even tho my non-black neighbors may not recognize that idea, stats bear it out.  That’s the nature of internalized, persistent, institutional racism.  I could go on, but you get my point.

So, sometimes it all gets to be a bit much, and I just feel the weight of it. Today is one of those times.  But, as always, I persevere…..

Microaggression 101

21 Monday Apr 2014

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ABC 20/20, Amoja Three Rivers, Cultural Etiquette: A Guide, Diane Sawyer, diversity, Dr. Laura Brown, inclusion, John McWhorter, microaggression, race, Time magazine, True Colors

The other day I was chatting with the president of my university at a reception when someone came over and asked if he could interrupt and introduce someone.  I said fine, and he proceeded to do so. I am an African American female and all the others involved were white males.  He did not bother to introduce me, but only the president. I finally introduced myself.  Of course he then apologized for the oversight. I couldn’t have cared less about being introduced to his person, but it was clearly rude of him to ignore me. Because I am African American and female, I experienced the act as one of microaggression.

After he left, the president turned to me and said, “That’s the microaggression you were talking about, isn’t it?”  Astonished, I said yes. I had mentioned the concept to him in an email a few weeks earlier in another context, but we had never discussed it.

That he not only had read it, but recognized it when he saw it, and and actually acknowledged and pointed it out was pretty profound.  It shouldn’t be, but, sadly in our society, it is, and I made sure he understood that.   When I got home and opened my latest issue of Time magazine, there was a full page article on microaggression by John McWhorter, which I immediately also sent along to the president.  

The reason what the president did was so profound is because when microaggression is noted, it is generally by the one to whom it is directed.  If it is mentioned by them to someone outside the group that is the basis for the microaggression (often race or gender, but can be any traditionally marginalized group), that person will generally poo-poo the idea and give alternative ways to interpret it, say it was the object’s imagination, they misunderstood or they are being overly sensitive.  This, lack of validation, of course, only further aggravates the problem and makes the object of the microaggression less likely to share this information again.  Bit by bit a solid wall is built up until the object of the microaggression no longer discusses such matters with anyone outside his or her group again.  Any communication that could facilitate understanding is lost.  The acts go on, but there is little or no discussion of them, generally until some precipitating act occurs and the issue bubbles to the surface, usually in an acrimonious way.  

You see this reflected in statistics such as the majority of whites thinking the Trayvon Martin verdict of acquittal was just, while a majority of blacks think it was unjust.  It always seems to be such a surprise to the newscasters reporting it, but rarely is a minority surprised.  We know of very few people who don’t have a “driving while black” or “walking while black,” other similar story.  We also know that telling it to whites generally gets us nowhere because they will only say we are being too sensitive.  So, when the Trayvon Martin tragedy strikes, we’re angry, but not surprised.  Yet it always seems to take whites by surprise. The micro aggression that leads to such outcomes only seems to be apparent to those to whom it is directed.

That is, until now.  For some reason the term has found its way into the mainstream and is now often the subject of the press and filtering into other areas of life.  Thank goodness.

The term “microaggression” has been around for years but was mainly used by academics.  The title of the Time magazine article is “Is ‘Microaggression’ the New Racism?”  [note that in the online article the title is “Microaggression is the New Racism on Campus] It is a term that is used to describe the numerous daily slights and disrespectful acts that are primarily directed to women and minorities living in a world that, intentionally or not, marginalizes, demeans, belittles and overlooks them all day, every day in ways big and small.  Most learn to ignore it or tune it out just to get through the day.  Others choose to call out every slight as an intentional personal insult, often to a startled, unaware offender who is clueless as to what he could have done to deserve such ire.  Those who take this approach are usually labeled as troublemakers, extremists, “angry black man or woman,” as “playing the race card,” or in the case of females calling out gender slight,  a bitch, feminist,  or a raging “feminazi.”

But, however the object of the microaggression chooses to cope with it, it has an impact that eats at your soul and acts to undermine your sense of self and comfort and is a constant reminder that you are not in a world of your making or intended for you. Dr. Laura Brown, a clinical psychologist and self-described “radical lesbian feminist,”  in a talk at my university recently referred to it as the “acid rain” that erodes one’s sense of self.  The end result is constantly feeling like an outsider, even in a place you may absolutely belong.

This must be addressed if we are to successfully move from diversity to true inclusion.  Determining what that means only takes thinking about your own world at the minute level and thinking about what makes you feel comfortable.  Chances are, there are significant parts of that feeling missing for minorities and women in most public settings.  That is, outside the circle of one’s family and friends.  That does not necessarily have to happen.  The key is to treat people as you would wish to be treated.  Sound familiar?  Yep, the good old Golden Rule.

Think about the public setting in which you feel most at home: work, school, church/synagogue/mosque, a bar, the barber shop, playing a sport. Wherever.  Now, think about why you chose that spot as the most comfortable.  What makes it so?  The people?  What about them?  Because they look like you?  Share your interests? Dress like you?  Share your values?  Your goals?  Your socioeconomic status?  Your choice in clothes?  Music?  Hairstyles? Language?  Sense of humor? Ideas? Food? Family background? Geography? Facial expressions? Tone of voice?  Choice of words? Outlook on life?  What do they do that makes you feel comfortable?  Speak to you?  Speak to you in a pleasant, familiar way?  Make eye contact?  Have open, welcoming body language?  Treat you as someone familiar rather than alien or different? Not act standoffish?  Smile rather than scowl, look officious, or ignore you?

Chances are, the more of these you say yes to, the more comfortable you are.  

Now, imagine if those things were not the same. How different would the picture be?  How would it effect your comfort level?  If everyone wore long hair or a beard, and you didn’t, would it feel the same?  Would you have the same comfort level?  What if they didn’t wear shoes, or wore flip flops and you wore dress shoes?  What if they spoke a different language or were rich and you weren’t?  What if they did not smile at you, but scowled, or simply ignored you?  Would it feel the same?  Should it?  Could it?  Would it matter?  Should it matter?

My point is that an awful lot goes into what we consider comfortable and most of us take it for granted.  Unless, of course, it is not available to us.  We often don’t even realize when we are doing it for one group and not for another.  This was demonstrated in a startling way in a ABC 20/20 piece, “True Colors,”  by Diane Sawyer in 1991.  Many more of these types of pieces have been done more recently with the same or similar results.  

In many ways—most ways, actually—so much of how we feel in our environment is controlled by small things that we have completely in our control. There are no big laws that can be passed to handle that.  Changing this is up to us.  I tend to think that for most people, it is mostly a matter of it being brought to their attention because they simply are not aware. Amoja Three Rivers does a great job of showing us how this occurs in her piece, “Cultural Etiquette: A Guide.”  For most people, once they know better, they do better.  

Of course, there are others who actually intend to treat certain groups poorly, and I don’t know that there is really anything to be done with them except pray for them, bless their hearts.

So, what does microaggression look like? It is acts that make someone feel like an outsider, “the other,” like they are “exotic,” or otherwise not just a part of the group. Pointing out, or only dealing with them on the basis of their differences and never bothering to deal with anything else qualifies.   Only dealing with them on race/gender/LGBT/ethnic issues (depending on the group the target of the microaggression belongs to).  This is seeing them as only having an existence relating to that aspect of themselves rather than as a whole person.  I am African American and female, but I am also a mother, a writer, a quilter, a gardener, a textbook author, a lawyer, a friend, a sister, an enjoyer of music, a mystery reader and writer, a lover of poetry, a grandma, a gym rat, enthusiastic survivor of a simultaneous double knee replacement, a tea lover, a social justice activist, a spreader of love….is that enough to add some dimension?  

A black female colleague told me last week that she was the only person of color sitting in a meeting about diversity and rather than asking the group the question, a white faculty member shocked her when he turned to her and said something like “So, tell us what blacks want” or some such nonsense,  as if she was supposed to speak for all African Americans.  And, of course, making it clear that he thought she was only there because of her race rather than anything else she might bring to the table. The great irony was that it took place at a diversity meeting of those who supposedly knew better.

It could also be giving backhanded compliments (“You’re really pretty for a dark girl” or “I don’t think of you as black”–leading the person to believe that if you did, that would be a negative). Or, perhaps, treating someone only as a member of a group rather than as an individual (“I think black people are so funny! And y’all can dance so well and play sports so well!” or  asking questions like why all blacks expect a handout or why they all like watermelon or chicken (as if KFC’s Colonel Sanders got rich off only black folks.  I haven’t been to a country yet where there wasn’t a KFC).  Yep.  I actually get these questions.   It’s also not making eye contact with someone you don’t consider to be like you, not engaging them in casual conversation as you would others. Simply not treating them as you would like to be treated in similar circumstances.

Because they are members of the human race and are social creatures, everyone has the need to feel accepted and included. Short of death,  the worst our society offers to its worst transgressors is solitary confinement.  That is, taking a convicted criminal who has committed heinous acts against society away from the society of other inmates.  Even for hardened criminals, it can drive people mad to feel isolated and outcast.  

The isolation doesn’t have to happen all at once like solitary confinement.  It can instead be like death by a thousand cuts.  It will come out in seemingly insignificant ways.

Like totally ignoring the black female as the only other person not introduced to someone in a group.  

As the object of the microaggression, you don’t get used to it, you just learn to cope with it so you don’t go crazy.

 

 

Oxford Round Table Aftermath

23 Sunday Mar 2014

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"Happy", academia, Adichie, DIY, gender, John Lewis, Oxford Round Table, Oxford University, race, retirement, sexual orientation, women in academia, YouTube

Sun. 3/23/2014-I just returned from delivering a paper at Oxford University for the Oxford Round Table conference on Women in Academia.  My paper was extremely well received and, for some reason, everyone asked if I blogged.  I said no, and they couldn’t believe it and urged me to do so.  I have no idea why.  I tried to remember what I’d said in my presentation that would lead them to think I should, but I really don’t understand the connection between my paper and a blog.  Maybe it’s because I don’t blog and am not familiar enough with what blogs do to make the connection.  But, the attendees were so insistent, that here I am.

However, I am *totally* new to this, so forgive any faux pas.  I know what a blog is, but really find it hard to believe that I would just write something and a complete stranger would find it and have thoughts about it they would want to share.  Of course, the other thing is how in the world I would fit it on my plate.  I already rise at 3:30 a.m. each day to get to the gym by 5, then I’m busy until I turn in somewhere (on a good day) around 8:30 or so.  So, how this fits in, I’m not sure.  We’ll see.

Of course, the other biggie is why in the world I would write something that could lead to making me a public target of the crazies I see responding to things on the Web.  Most of us spend our days trying to avoid trouble.  This seems like it is asking for it.  But, I guess if something I said could be of help, it might be worth it.  Again, we’ll see.

Since I teach, and do so at a public university, I must be mindful of that in my postings.  It is important to me that I not do anything to lead my students (or colleagues, I guess) to feel I am not totally there with them as I do what we do together, whether it is my lectures or a private conversation.  I wouldn’t want my public musings to get in the way and interfere with how we intersect.  I’ll have to see how that works out.  It’s probably not an issue I have to worry about, since I can’t imagine them even finding this.  But weirder things have happened…

I do know enough about myself that I should warn you up front that if writing is involved, I tend to be wordy.  Not injudicious wordiness, but wordy nonetheless.  I am a lawyer, a professor, and a legal textbook author, so I am used to speaking and writing for a wide audience that has varied ethnicities, national origins, genders, languages, backgrounds and understandings.  As such, I try to be as clear as possible, and that tends to take more words.  A blog communicates.  The whole purpose of communication is to get what is in my head over to your head with as little distortion as possible, is it not?  The usual shortcuts we take in conversation can end up leading to miscommunication and I want to avoid that as much as possible, and that takes words.  At least I warned you up front.  🙂

Two things: 1) If you haven’t seen Rep. John Lewis (D-GA)’s “Happiness” video on YouTube yet, you should.  I heard about it on CNN while driving and viewed it when I got home.  It has really stayed with me. He’s 74 and dancing to Pharell’s Oscar-award-nominated “Happiness” song.  The YouTube video is actually in two parts, and my favorite is the second one where he goes to his office and, at the door, talks about Congress needing to get it together so they can make everyone happy.  Click here for the link. Well worth watching.  With the life he has led in public service trying to make the world a better place for all of us, Congressman Lewis deserves a bit of fun.

2) If you haven’t yet read anything by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (pron AH-dee-chee-yay), you should. She is a phenomenal writer.  I read her “Americanah” on my trip to Oxford and on the way back began “Half Of A Yellow Sun” (a 2013 Nigerian movie starring familiar American audience favorites Thandie Newton,  Chiwetel Ejiofor, and Anika Noni Rose).  She is a phenomenal writer and I am so glad she is getting a lot of press.  I will tell you that she deals with issues involving the intersection of her Nigerian background and American living, but that SO does not tell the story of her worth.  She is just an awfully good storyteller.  I can’t believe what comes out of her head.  I happen to be interested in the intersection of those things as one who cares about being inclusive and understanding that this first means we must have some understanding of what/who we are including, but her writing goes so far beyond that.  I almost didn’t even want to tell what she writes about because just reading what I wrote will have some people exclude her from their reading list simply because that is not something they are interested in (I’m making , just stating a fact).  But, you would be depriving yourself of a great writer for such a wrong reason.  When you see her writing, you will understand what I mean.  It’s like telling you that Citizen Kane was about a man who owned a newspaper.  Though that’s true, it simply is the least of what it is about.

Adichie is a great, great writer and I believe her writing brings so very much to the table.  The breadth of her writing is breathtaking.  She is simply pure, unadulterated genius.  I have so much to do, but knowing I have one of her books to dig into every time I get a spare minute (usually on the way to sleep) reminds me of why I have loved reading all of my life.

I’ve gotta stop here.  I have absolutely GOT to go walking!

P.S. My Oxford Round Table paper was “The Impact of Race, Gender and Sexual Orientation in the Academy: A Retrospective Approaching Retirement As Much Celebration as Cautionary Tale.”

P.P.S.  I decided not to retire after all.

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