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Thursday, January 19, 2017

Thanks, Obama: A Treatise on Race in America

More book review than treatise.  Not actually much about Obama.  Just felt like a good title.

Few books have altered my understanding of history and of the present moment as profoundly as The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson.  I want every person in the country to read this book.

The Warmth of Other Suns is the story of the Great Migration, the exodus of six million African Americans from the South from around WWI through the 1970s.  I remember learning about this in high school history, but mainly as a simple chain of cause and effect.  Jim Crow was bad, black people moved away, demographics in northern cities changed.  I completely missed the big picture.  This was the largest and fastest migration of people in American history.  I’m not sure my italics can convey how huge that statement is.  How about This was the largest and fastest migration of people in American history.  The sheer number of migrants dispersing at such a rapid rate from one region to the rest of the country fundamentally changed most, if not all, aspects of our nation—our economies, our politics, our culture.

Isabel Wilkerson weaves the stories of three distinct migrants together with the overall picture of the Great Migration.  The personal accounts of Ida Mae Gladney, Robert Joseph Pershing Foster, and George Swanson Starling give the story of the Great Migration something I missed in history class—the power and emotion of our common humanity.  We learn not only of the indignities they escaped and the challenges of their new homes, but also what they felt at those moments.  We can feel Ida Mae’s nerves as she and her husband quietly prepare to leave Mississippi, without alerting their sharecropper for fear of retaliation.  We can feel Robert’s humiliation and delirium as he pleads for a place to sleep for the night on his drive from Texas to California.  We can see ourselves in these people.  They make us ask, “What would I have done in their shoes?  What if I had to flee the place I’d always known and start from scratch in a foreign city?”

This is not a political book, but it has clarified my views of civic responsibility.  As President Obama said in his farewell address,

[if our democracy is to work] For white Americans, it means acknowledging that the effects of slavery and Jim Crow didn’t suddenly vanish in the ‘60s…

Ms. Wilkerson expertly draws the lineage from slavery to the Jim Crow South to the Great Migration to the present, illustrating the compounding, deleterious effects of slavery on today’s African Americans.  We can’t pretend the wealth gap between white and black people is the result of one group’s hard work and the other’s laziness. Black people began in this country as slaves, were kept subject through sharecropping, denied rights and respect, forced to leave their communities to start again elsewhere, where they faced the same prejudices and earned less than their white counterparts.  While at the same time, white people were free to build their wealth over generations, free to attend the better half of “separate but equal” schools, free to buy homes where realtors forgot to tour their black clients, where those homes would appreciate in value and prove a good return on investment.  We cannot pretend institutionalized racism is a made-up phenomenon, when almost 9% of black men in their late 20s are in prison.  When, at the same time, a young white man convicted of raping an unconscious woman walks free after only three months in jail. It’s dishonest to pretend we all start on the same playing field.  We just don’t.

I’m not shaming white people for our ancestors’ wrongs.  I’m asking us to recognize how our whiteness has eased our paths through life.  If we truly believe all men and women are created equal, we have to acknowledge the injustice of the fact that one’s mere skin color either enhances or threatens one’s ability to pursue happiness.  The Warmth of Other Suns opened my eyes to so many ways that is true.

I would like to end this treatise and step off my soapbox, after a quote Ms. Wilkerson included in her Notes on Methodology, from the 1922 Chicago Commission on Race Relations report The Negro in Chicago.

It is important for our white citizens always to remember that the Negroes alone of all our immigrants came to America against their will by the special compelling invitation of the whites; that the institution of slavery was introduced, expanded, and maintained in the United States by the white people and for their own benefit; and that they likewise created the conditions that followed emancipation. Our Negro problem, therefore, is not of the Negro’s making.  No group in our population is less responsible for its existence.  But every group is responsible for its continuance; and every citizen, regardless of color or racial origin, is in honor and conscience bound to seek and forward its solution.

Raise a glass to freedommmm 

Monday, March 23, 2015

In da club.

I find myself with a few hours to relax here at the glamorous Newark Airport United Club.  I was the last person to snag a $700 travel voucher by switching to a flight to San Francisco later this evening.  So I am celebrating with a gin and tonic and catching up on my Blob.  Let us rewind to last weekend…

The Days of Wine and Mini-Toast

By some happy twist of fate, almost all of my best friends from college also now live in California.  (Merrick, time to make the move!)  So last weekend, Ashley, Becca, and CJ (all former roommates of mine) joined Will and me in San Francisco for a wonderful visit.  Ashley arrived first on Friday, so she and I headed to Pier 39 to catch our ferry to Alcatraz.  In typical Clashley fashion, we missed the ferry we had reserved tickets for, but thankfully the ticket people were very gracious and got us on the next ferry.  Alcatraz was super interesting (also the second prison Ashley and I have toured together.  The first was Kilmainham Gaol in Dublin.  Apparently we <3 prisons.)  I’m really glad we got to experience the Ai Wei-Wei art installation throughout the different prison buildings.  (Nerd alert.)  It is a poignant commentary on freedom and incarceration, particularly of political dissidents.  Through several different media (Chinese paper dragon and kites against the stark concrete walls and pillars of the old work room, recordings of songs and poems played from individual cells, etc), he very artfully poses the question, how can one contain the human spirit?  I thought it was a really effective piece. 

All our time on Alcatraz made us very hungry, so, upon our return to the mainland, Ashley and I had a small feast and soju bombs at one of my favorite places to eat by my office.  We then met up with Becca, CJ, and Will back at home for a night of general debauchery and not allowing Will to express any opinions as “the only man in the room”.  (Is it necessary to say that we finished several bottles of wine?  I probably should explain about the mini-toast.)  I can neither confirm nor deny that there is video evidence of me passed out on the bed while everyone else is dancing around me and singing Dolly Parton’s “Jolene”.  However, I can confirm that “singing” is a generous description of the sounds certain people were making.

Somehow on Saturday, we wanted more wine, so we drove to Napa and wined and dined in style.  It was such a beautiful day.  As we drove from the first winery to the second, singing along to Johnny Cash and the Dixie Chicks with the windows down, I had one of those “I cannot believe I live in California” moments.  I LIVE here.  This is my life.  So weird. 

We took it easy on Sunday, starting with some mimosas in Dolores Park.  We then paid homage to our Gulf Coast roots and got a delicious Louisiana style brunch.  So much yum.  After that, we toured around Golden Gate Park and Baker Beach (where we unwittingly crossed over to the nude side), got Bi-rite ice cream and before we knew it, it was time for Becca to take Ashley and CJ to the airport.  Such a nice weekend with my buddies.  I’m so glad they are not too far away. :)