This isn't to let people off the hook entirely for off-color (no pun intended) racial remarks. While yes, there have been many Southern idiots slurring 19th century rhetoric out of their mouths over the years, that reality just reinforces the fact that America has yet to fully deal with the wounds of the questionable building of this nation. And no, I'm not suggesting "respirations" as Cederic the Entertainer once said in the movie "Barber Shop". I am however, suggesting that we pull the politically correct rug from under this dog-and-pony show we call "racial reconciliation" and start being real.
You'll notice that in much of my discourse, I often deal in black/white relations. I don't do this to exclude others, but I do this because I think one of the biggest rifts present in America is between black people and white people. That isn't to say that there aren't a myriad of other racial issues on the table, but I think a lot of the strife even between the Republicans and Black Democrats is rooted in some pretty serious stuff that usually gets swept under the rug or blown out of proportion, both of which have been detrimental to politics in this country.
I know talking about racial differences makes some conservatives "uncomfortable". Good. God didn't promise us "comfort" in this life. Heh. Now that'll preach.
From the time that I started this welog, I've always talked openly and candidly about race, blackness, black people, and beyond. I do so because well, if you hadn't noticed, in spite of what the inept arbiters of racial authenticity may have childishly suggested, I am a black woman. While some people have tried to exclude their cultural background from their work, I find it virtually impossible to go about being a writer and not communicating my ideas from a place of 100% candidness about who I am, what I'm about, and where I'm coming from. Everyone's opinions on the world come from a location and an experience (or lack thereof).
Perhaps some aren't accustomed to doing so, but I talk about race very flippantly from time to time and it is a centerpiece of humor in my world. A coping mechanism? Perhaps. But I tend to think that I'm just one of those "say what I think" type of people and I find that we all take ourselves just a tad bit too seriously. Growing up attending predominately white private schools gave me a somewhat sarcastic and comical approach to dealing with misconceptions between races. I can't stand when people walk on egg shells about the subject. Just say what you have to say.
If I suggest that black people have a distinct sound to their voice regardless of region or that Samoans are by nature, large individuals, or that white people are the only ones on the planet who wear shorts and sandals in the wintertime, people get uncomfortable because there I go again, associating certain attributes with race. It's taboo. It's wrong. It's a sin! Right? Admittedly, doing this in the past hasn't led to good things for America, but that's mostly because pride came into the picture. But for the record, there is nothing wrong with certain traits or characteristics being specific to a race of people. In many respects, I think God designed it that way. It's man that corrupted it.
I'd rather have people be outright about their bias or misconceptions then try to pander and sugar-coat stuff. At least then I know where they stand. I've never been a very good sugar-coater so I think it better to get stuff out on the table and worry about offending people later. What's "offense" anyway but the result of a society that has told us what is and isn't acceptable. Being "offended" is highly overrated. The only individual worthy of being offended in this lifetime is Jesus Christ because God knows humanity has made an absolute mess and mockery of His sacrifice.
Moving along, although it's not on my short list of allegiances, black skin is what I have and dealing out of any other frame of reference is nearly impossible for me. Just as the fact that I am a woman shapes my worldview, so does the color of my skin whether I want it to or not. None of these things however obscure my view of things as a child of God.
That said, I love being black. I don't boast in it, but I sure will celebrate it as something that short of bleach and some really whack skin grafting, I simply can't get away from. And I'll add that people should love being whatever God created them to be too. Go ahead. Don't be scared. If you're maroon, you better rock that maroon like it's the best thing since sliced bread. That's right folks; I just unleashed permission for the full exercising of white pride. Ain't no shame in loving the skin you're in so long as it's not an idol or the aspect of ourselves that we worship or think superior to others. We've seen where that has landed this country.
I think that opening up the door to speak more frankly with one another will happen when we realize that we all have the bodies we do for a reason. I'm not a fan of superfluous plastic surgery on 22-year-old women who simply don't like their nose. I don't believe God makes mistakes. So in my case, whatever He's purposed me to do on this Earth, He's intended it to be done with brown skin and big eyes (or as they used to teasingly refer to as "Fraggle Rock Eyes"), so I might as well get a matching hat and wear my blackness and big-eyedness in style. You should too. Not your blackness, but whatever inalienable skin color and physical trait you were endowed with.
That's right; say it loud. Throw your fist in the air. As Eminem said, "Mosh". Okay, that's twice in two months that I've positively invoked Eminem's name to prove a point. I think that'll be the last one ever in life.
I've done all this rambling to say that when you come here, please, I beseech you brethern: let your guards down. I'm fairly relaxed when talking about race and I'm not prone to jumping on white peoples' backs because they said something "racial" that rubbed me the wrong way. From white people, I've heard it all. It's the black people that shock me as of late. We all need to cut each other some slack and recognize the place of honesty many are coming from instead of assuming the worst. That said, I'd like to state a couple of general rules:
- Using the terms "Black" and "White" are fine by me. Cut all the "African-American" stuff. It takes too long to type anyway. And who the heck are "Caucasians"?
- Short of epithets, offensive slang and antiquated language, you generally have free reign with me. I'd rather you just say what you're thinking so we can dialogue. If other commenters get offended, that's fine, but I'm not easily offended so if you haven't been banned or scolded by me yet, you're fine.
- Don't attack people; address their ideas. Ad hominems just don't fly around here.
- Don't write-off peoples' personal experiences simply because you can't relate.
Okay. I think that covers it for it now. It's all love here. Even somewhere deep in the cut there is love for Michael Moore and Jesse Jackson too. I'm a uniter not a divider.
... just offended somebody. See what I mean? We are a bunch of politically correct fruitbats.
I'll have you know that I'm a fruitbat and that offends me. Now I need to go echo locate out of this cave and find my next meal with my incredible sense of smell.
I'm just one of those 'say what I think' type of people
Same here, then I got involved with someone who doesn't share these expressive values. Took her a little while to beat it out of me but she did, at least when she's around. Or maybe I just made her callous and cynical. Either way I'm getting my wings pummelled a lot less lately.
I don't boast in it, but I sure will celebrate it as something that short of bleach and some really whack skin grafting, I simply can't get away from.
*Insert Michael Jackson joke of choice here*
Okay, that twice in two months that I've positively invoked Eminem's name to prove a point.
Careful speak his name three times and he shall appear.
Seriously it would be nice if people could honestly talk to each other about being from various backgrounds. My girlfriend is Jewish and trust me, there is a major Jew-fruitbat cultural divide too. I think its our big ears and nocturnal habits, plus they use a lot of Yiddish. Oh well, at least all fruit is Kosher so I have that going for me.