Stare at those eyes! Dare Ya! Bet your thoughts can’t help but stray to wondering ‘I hope she’s friendly’.
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I don’t know what I would do if I were black. I don’t have a grasp on what it’s really like to be black person in the US. I’ve read about it, but that’s abstract and lacks the feelings that motivate action. I have some thoughts.
I’d probably act how I see black people acting. There aren’t significant psychological differences between the races. If I were a young black man in Ferguson, MO. If I had personally experienced constant police threats and harassment, I’d probably be standing front and center returning tear gas canisters to their rightful owners. I’d probably be “rioting.”
But given my age and the fact that I have children, I imagine that I’d be terrified of the police and that I’d be furious.
I imagine that seeing most white people blithely going about their business as if nothing is wrong would make me pretty angry.
White people trying to deny the role of race in events like this.
Or white people trying their best to make the case that this child (and thousands of others) deserved to be gunned down in the street.
Or white people throwing their hands up in a huff of impatience because “Why can’t we just get over this race thing already!? Why are black people always making everything about race!?”.
Yeah, I imagine that sort of thing would infuriate me. It’s insult to injury. It’s salt in the wound.
In short, I’d be angry and afraid. What WOULD I do if I were black?
I would do whatever I could to protect my children. How? I have no idea. That’s the problem. There isn’t a way to protect your children from enforced institutional racism.
What DO I do? As a white man?
To be frank, I do a little more than nothing. I go about my business. I read. I stay informed. I think about it. I listen to black people talk about it. I don’t directly speak to black people because even contemplating doing that makes me very nervous. So I read what black people write and share on the internet. I write Tumblr posts from time to time. Occasionally I try to communicate the reality of racism to other white people - when it’s not too uncomfortable or not too likely to have significant social costs. I try to see the righteousness of black people’s anger at white people. For surely it is righteous.
I’m not under any illusions about any of this. There’s no self-congratulation here. I’m just giving lip service. I’m mouthing words and moving my fingers. I’m listening passively to what’s going on all around. I’m just trying to understand.
I’m doing the absolute LEAST I can do. And unfortunately, as is painfully obvious, I do a lot more than most white people do.
Human beings are prone to a particular kind of cognitive bias. I, like most, tend to take my own particular perspective as representative of the normal human perspective. I then infer that anyone who is acting differently must be abnormal. Now I’m sure you can see how this inference could easily go wrong. It might turn out that I’m actually the one who’s in the wrong. I might be abnormal. Other people acting differently might be evidence that there’s something wrong with them, but it might be evidence that there’s something wrong with me!
I see the anger in black people. It seems unjustifiable in the course of everyday life. It may have sparked your anger in response. Maybe just a little, fellow white people? I know it’s sparked mine.
I see the rage in the televised protesters. I am tempted to take their anger as telling me something about them - maybe that they’re easy to anger, or rude, or too emotional, or just don’t like white people very much, or whatever. Since I’m not angry and since I’m my own guide to normalcy, angry people must have something wrong with them.
But their anger is the appropriate emotional reaction, isn’t it? They are in real contact with what’s happened - with what’s been happening - for hundreds of years. They’re angry at monstrous injustice - the murder of children. And me? I’m angry because they were angry in my general direction.
There is fury on the streets of Ferguson. There is a rage in the black community that is absent in most of the white community. We (white people), like all people, take ourselves as a guide to normalcy. We (white people) aren’t angry. And all these black people are fighting the police, yelling on television and showing up on Tumblr simmering. So there must be something wrong with all these black people! “They are always angry about something.” “Always complaining about racism.” “Why don’t they just buckle down and start working hard like I do?”
I trust all can see the mistake we (white people) are making. The rage of black people might not be telling us (white people) anything about black people at all. It might be telling us (white people) something about what it’s like for black people to live in this society.
Rather than trying to figure out what’s wrong with all those black people - always angry in a society that’s comfortably normal to us (white people), maybe we (white people) should start trying to figure out why our society makes otherwise perfectly normal people so angry.
When rage is righteous, what can we say about people who aren’t angry at all?
We (white people) are straight up wrong here.
We should be full of rage too.
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I added a couple that I think also represent family. A child does not necessarily make a family. :)