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White Pundits, Black History: oh, the pain of my privilege.

February 27, 2013
From "Borderless News and Views," where Monica A. Gamble asks, "how do we cement the idea that Black history is American history?"

From “Borderless News and Views,” where Monica A. Gamble asks, “how do we cement the idea that Black history is American history?”

Chris Menning wants to blow your mind. All you have to do is tune into his site, Modernprimate.com, and watch his talking-head video “examining the concepts of equality, privilege, and economic class in terms that even the most ignorant should be able to understand.”

“You’re welcome, fellow white people,” he declares before he’s even made any of his points.

Menning is annoyed because, just like they do every February, there are white people complaining that Black History Month is a needless, biased institution. Menning explains why we do not, in fact, need to institute White History Month: the pervasive white privilege that is often invisible to those who benefit most from it.

He makes several good points, including scrapping the concept of “reverse racism” (i.e., blacks’ racism against whites). That’s not reverse racism: “It’s just racism.” Plus, Menning demonstrates the true and troubling racial disparities in America’s poverty rates, and the originally intended meaning of “all men are created equal”: that was actually “white men of English descent who owned a certain amount of property.”

He also directs us to Peggy McIntosh’s thought-provoking “White Privilege Checklist” and Debra Leigh’s worthwhile “28 Common Racist Behaviors.”

But Menning’s own story, and, apparently, his qualification to expound on the topic of racial injustice, begins when he went shopping, somehow set off a shoplifting alarm, and was allowed to walk out of the store without the clerk so much as checking his bags because (as Menning surmises in the video) he is white.

“Being a white guy has its perks,” he says, waving a half-eaten chocolate bar.

Menning points out that he’s made an awesome video.

“Now what I’m about to say is going to be a no-brainer for a lot of you, and it will mind-blowing for some others,” he says.

(Is there a third option? Like, irked by his slightly narcissistic expressions and non-diversifying insights?)

I guess you could boil my beef down to the fact that in the guise of addressing racial inequality, a white man is talking expressly to white people about white people’s internal troubles.

Yes, it is important to shine a light on white privilege. But too often, the obsession with examining our privilege becomes a way of turning the spotlight back on ourselves and shifting the conversation away from the voices of people of color, as if combating your own “privilege” is a drama on par with the struggle of those who suffer under racism.

Menning has lots more to say about what he’s learned from his own privileges:

“I’ve never been turned down for a job that I’ve interviewed for.  Every single time that I’m called in for an interview, do you know what happens? When I walk in there, I meet a white guy, much like myself…I answer some questions about why I want to work there, and I almost always walk out of there with a job.”

A 100% job-nabbing rate in this shitty economy is quite a feat – though Menning does admit that maybe it’s not all due to his skin tone: “The fact that I’m six feet tall helps, or the bass-y undertones in my voice,” he adds.

Or maybe the subtext of this career revelation is that, as a person, Menning is just as mind-blowing as his videos.  (“You’re welcome.”)

But let’s get off the ad hominem wagon.

Bear with me while I set my own quick scene.

This week, I was heading towards a city transit entrance when I noticed a middle-aged man loitering by the doors. He was hollering at a pair of young women half a block away, about how they were so pretty they had to stay and talk to him. They linked arms as they hurried away. I saw the taut, rueful expression on their faces and I swerved towards another entrance, walking an extra two blocks in the freezing weather because I wasn’t in the mood to be bothered, as long experience has taught me I probably would’ve been.

Now imagine that a silent male bystander witnessed this scene and then went home to expound online, pointing out to his intended audience of fellow men how well he recognizes his male privilege – blowing his viewers’ minds on the problem of sexism with his profound experience of…using whatever door he wants without fearing harassment.

Compelling stuff.

Menning says a lot of white people don’t recognize their own privilege simply because they’ve never been in a position to really observe and think about it.

“Every now and then when I stop to look around, I realize that I’m not constantly surrounded by other white men,” Menning says.

Fascinating – when did you first notice this phenomenon?

When this video popped up in my Facebook feed via Upworthy, billed as “The Definitive Response to Jerks Asking, “But What About White History Month?”, it was hard to put my finger on what bothered me about it. Shouldn’t we just applaud anyone who disdains racism and candidly discusses white privilege?

Part of the problem is that despite his apparent goal of a nuanced, modern discussion, Menning holds up an easy stereotype of prejudice. In his video, he’s the lanky, lucid New York hipster versus the bellowing, finger-jabbing, middle-aged Rush Limbaugh type.

I wish racist attitudes were really that easy to indicate and externalize.

Listening to Menning, I hear that a world dominated by one race is a pretty poisonous proposition – at the same time that he perpetuates an image of an all-white professional and social world.

“He probably sees me as someone he’d like to hang out with in some capacity,” Menning says of all those white male interviewers.

Yes, statistics tell us that you won’t find non-white, non-male managers in every building. But given my experience as journalist, in which I’ve interviewed many non-white (and female) executives, directors and researchers in fields from medicine to filmmaking, I’m surprised that Menning’s work experience has been so racially limited – especially since we’re both in major mid-Atlantic cities.

Menning recognizes his shortcomings. “My attitudes toward other people are largely affected by how much interaction I’ve had with them,” he says. “I can see my own ignorance. It’s not actually that hard.”

The trouble is, I don’t think you should rest on your laurels (or pontificate) for simply realizing that your attitude towards people of other races is affected by how little time you spend with them, patting yourself on the back for admitting what you don’t know and easily landing all those plum jobs in the meantime.

I know times are tough. But, “fellow white people,” you don’t have to work in a place where you sense that accolades come easily because of your white skin.

When a colleague’s boss once advised me to remove my married name, “Mabaso,” from my resume because hiring managers would assume I was black and throw my application in the trash, my first response was why would I want to work for someone who would trash a person’s resume just because of his or her race?

To borrow Menning’s phrase, “It’s not that hard” to get out of your own head and live an inclusive life in the 21st century.

I choose diversity in my professional life by writing for publications which hire and feature all voices – not just white male ones – where I can pitch stories that feature these voices.

And if you really haven’t got friends or family members of a different race (the 2010 US Census found that 10 percent of hetero married couples – a stat that grew 28% in the last decade – are interracial or interethnic, and 18 percent of non-married hetero partners and 21 percent of gay unmarried partners are interracial/interethnic) I honestly wonder what century you’re in.

My sister-in-law and I. The world has gone global. Get over it.

My sister-in-law and I. The world has gone global. Get over it.

Of course the world needs more racial harmony.  But it’s not the anomaly that Menning implies it is. And recognizing your privilege, or simply noticing, as Menning puts it, that “there are people of every race, gender and class all around me,” should not be a goal in itself. It should be the first step in the active work of not just noticing others, but understanding them.

Does that mean Menning’s points about white privilege aren’t worthwhile, that he isn’t a cool smart guy, or that I’m always aware of my own white privilege?

No.

He comes from his own perspective.  This is my take. No-one can make a comprehensive or “definitive” survey of racial problems in one web post – especially if he or she is white.

“So white people, this Black History Month, instead of wondering why black people get their own history month, let’s just take a little time to reflect on how good it is to be white,” Menning finishes, while text flashes on the bottom of the screen: “Clarification: How good we have it. NOT how good we are.”

Or, instead of generating another white-initiated, white-centered discussion about thoughts and attitudes instead of action (“Black History Month for White People”), ignore the dolts who whine about Black History Month, be they Limbaugh or the hot girl down the hall, and just appreciate some black history, preferably more than one month out of the year.

What do you think?

Pizza, Eh?

January 14, 2012

I meant to write a new blog post this week, but got distracted by my stories. So hello from Canada! I’m tapping this out in a hotel room in Niagara Falls, on a magazine assignment this weekend.

I had a chance to bring my husband along for this one, and we drove from Philadelphia to Niagara today.

I packed for the weekend, including the parts of all the electronic devices we can’t stir a step without. If I tied the charger cords for our phones, computers, iPod, iPad and GPS together, it would form a cord long enough to wrap around planet Earth at the Equator.

I packed them all while my husband voiced his acute disappointment with the white Hyundai Accent furnished by Enterprise Rent-A-Car. I pointed out that since the rental was on the magazine and wasn’t costing us anything, there was no need to complain so strenuously, but he cared little for such technicalities.

Winter decided to begin in New York State today, by the way. For six hours every snowflake in the northeast flew at our windshield while winds buffeted the car. We passed at least three serious accidents, each one leaving us to wonder how the crashed vehicles had possibly ended up oriented that way.

I’m ill-accustomed to long car trips. My husband dwelt happily on his impending first-ever jaunt over the Canadian border. He asked me if we were going to see lots of French Canadians. I explained that the falls weren’t exactly a hotbed of French Canadian culture, and he was  deeply disappointed.

Later, as the weather worsened, I apologized for the timing of my assignment. 

“I didn’t know there was going to be such a bad snowstorm, Babe,” I said.

“I did,” he said matter-of-factly. 

“Really? You saw a detailed forecast?”

“No. It’s Canada. Of course there was going to be lots of snow.” I was glad that not all of his Canadian expectations had been dashed, especially since it meant he was totally unfazed by the hellish roads.

We scanned for NPR stations through most of Pennsylvania and New York, but lost out for a stretch near Scranton and tried Rush Limbaugh instead. We learned that Newt Gingrich was a deplorable candidate because of his ill-concealed belief in manmade global warming, and that Conservatism is about ideas. 

Later we tried a local pop station which announced its “stupid fact of the day”. 

“Did you know that the first grilled cheese sandwiches were served in the 1920′s, and that they were served with the cheese toasted over a single piece of bread?”

After so many hours in the car, somehow, it was the last straw for me. 

“That’s the most inane thing I ever heard!” I cried in a sudden rage. “Who could possibly even want to know that?! And if the first grilled cheese was really just cheese toasted over bread, then the first grilled cheese was a pizza.”

My husband looked benignly at me from the driver’s seat. “They said it was a stupid fact, Babe.” 

We found a rest stop and had the joy of choosing between Roy Rogers and Dunkin Donuts for dinner. On the way out I became engrossed in a wall of text about the founding of the Mormon Church and the history of western New York’s 19th century towns, until Lala grew impatient. Of course highway driving at dusk in a snowstorm is far preferable to reading a historical placard, even for an instant.

I was interested to see that the Texas Roadhouse steakhouse chain persists right up to within a few miles of the Canadian border, and then we were across. We made it to our motel and ordered a pizza while I learned that I had somehow failed to pack my own computer’s power-cord.

Driven by the need to publish something before I sleep, I picked up the iPad in bed while my husband watched TV. Suddenly a French newscast filled the room and the remote control prodded my knee.

 ”Hey,” my husband said happily. “French Canadians!”

I can only hope our next day across the border will be as satisfying as this one.

The Sunday Poll: Sex Scandals and Politics

June 12, 2011

I have a recurring nightmare in which I watch CNN break an Obama sex scandal.

I think there are two reasons for this.

#1) Like many other kids of my generation, Clinton’s impeachment trial was my introduction to politics (what could the President possibly have spilled on Monica’s dress to cause such a fuss?) I was more affected by that circus than I knew at the time, and I have a fundamental dread of seeing it play out again.

#2) I care about my country and fellow citizens, and if Obama was ever caught in the smallest sexual indiscretion, we’d be utterly paralyzed until global warming, terrorists or Medicare payments killed us all.  (Also Rush Limbaugh would explode with glee and his toxic innards would melt our faces off).

Clinton. Spitzer. Vitter. Sanford. Foley. Edwards. Craig. Schwarzenegger. Weiner (to name a few). Politicians’ sex scandals are as perennial as highway construction back-ups and almost as annoying. Let’s put aside the question of why they do it (I’m sick of the pontification on the soullessness  of powerful white males following the Dominique Strauss-Kahn debacle): as Weiner’s dirty photos saturate the media today, the politician whose sex scandal will break sometime in July is probably disrobing in front of his iPhone right now while Weiner’s apology plays on the office TV.

I’m more interested in the question of whether these scandals really do render someone unfit for government office. The current speculation on GOP Presidential candidates has brought this question into sharper focus, as pundits discard Gingrich as a viable contender because of his marital history, and Indiana Governor Mitch Daniels refuses to run, we speculate, because his wife left him for another dude before returning to marry Daniels again. Newsweek polled Republican-leaning voters for a recent feature on the qualities desired in the “perfect” GOP candidate. Of 30 listed qualities, “Morally Unimpeachable” is number two, beating out “shrewd legislator” (number six) and “clear set of political beliefs” (number 19). Of course, as Weiner and countless others prove, political sex scandals are by no means limited to Republicans (though Democrats more often at least escape the label of overt hypocrite, that most dreaded of American epithets, because they haven’t devoted their careers to opposing gay rights or defending the sanctity of marriage).

My parents’ explanation of Clinton’s failure made a big impression on me. “Always remember that the Oval Office belongs to all Americans, including you,” they said. “Presidents have a responsibility to use it respectfully.” Even more ominously, they added, “how can a person keep any promises to his country, if he can’t even keep a promise to his wife?”

Solid point.

But as life has become an unending parade of lawmakers hounded from their posts for illicit sexual liaisons, and otherwise interesting or competent Presidential candidates won’t seek the nomination because their marital history is less than perfect, I think we have a problem. Of course, some scandals do give legitimate grounds for an ouster or legal action – solicitation of minors or sexual harassment, for instance. Even when a scandal seems like it’s purely limited to the politician’s sordid personal life, as in cases of simple adultery or illegitimate children, investigators rush to prove that campaign or office funds were somehow used to further the affair, rendering the politician’s actions not just unsavory but illegal. But how many of these politicians unfairly suffer the death of their professional credentials because of personal faults? Who among us doesn’t have something in our romantic or sexual past we wouldn’t want others to know?

Perhaps the never-ending pageant of political sex scandals inures my sense of outrage when the latest sexter or prostitute-frequenter declares how very sorry he is. Maybe I don’t care as much as I should. But I don’t understand why politicians’ personal indiscretion, like an extramarital affair or ill-judged text messages, should consume our attention. Surely there are better uses for our money and media, when the US faces a crisis on every side.

I live my life by certain standards, and abide by my marriage vows. But I’m not consumed when others do not, and lately I feel like I’m in the minority. I see many of these politicians the same way I see co-workers whose ill-advised sex or intra-office infidelity comes to light.  We don’t have to be best friends. But I don’t doubt their ability to continue doing their jobs.

And so we come to the poll. (Finally).

I’m not saying that we should become like the Italians, tolerating years of Silvio Berlusconi. But I think that if Newsweek Republicans were to find their “Morally Unimpeachable” candidate, they’d have to nominate someone who is not of this earth. And that’s probably why I’ll keep on having that nightmare.

 

 


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