1.
A condition of antiracist
work is a kind of attunement, an ear tuned to the pitch of
racism, modulated to register even the low, subtle tones of
racial oppression. But sensitivity has its costs. The end of
antiracist work is the end of racial oppression, an end that's
worth any good faith mishearing. Better to be overly sensitive
to race than a dullard.
White Americans, and particularly men, who would do antiracist
work must acquire such attunement through moral education,
through tutelage. Only rarely -- because of our socialization,
itself a product and reinforcement of White privilege -- do we
possess the ear we need, and then only by overcoming not only
our lack of it, but our native, hostile clumsiness to it. Most
of us have to earn it, through careful and attentive
listening, chiefly to people of color, to women, to those for
whom such an attunement is a skill of survival, imbibed with
mother's milk. To gain the attunement we need, White men must
destroy old attachments and form new ones. Only by our genuine
love for the oppressed other may we dissolve our
native attachments (to our privilege, to our
arrogation, to our power) and form new attachments of justice
and care and concern.
One must be attuned before one may acquire the quality of
opposition that comes from being antiracist rather
than just acting that way at times. Like all social fitnesses
attunement to racism is a matter of degree: sharpened by use,
dulled by quiescence. One of my projects is antiracist work. I
need a finely pitched ear.
2.
And so, during a recent car trip from Dallas to Atlanta and
back, on interstates 10
and 20, to the capital of the New South through the heart of
the Old, I witnessed the following scenes.
In Lafayette, LA, just off the 10, at Mulate's, a classic
Arcadian restaurant, a group of about 25 White men and women
were drinking beer around the bar, watching a football game on
tv, LSU and Georgia Tech. At one point, a lull in the ambient
noise, I heard a male voice use the n-word to describe one of
the players.
During the long drive across Alabama, where there are few
radio stations other than C&W (or fundamentalist
Christian), I heard two songs repeatedly: Hank Williams Jr.'s
"If the South Woulda Won" and Alabama's "When It All Goes
South." Each is little more than a tribute to neoconfederates
-- and their supporters, among whom, in the Congress alone,
are Phil Gramm (R-TX), Trent Lott (R-MS), Thad Cochran (R-MS),
Jesse Helms (R-NC), Strom Thurmond (R-SC), Dick Armey (R-TX),
Lindsey Graham (R-SC); and George W.
Bush's Attorney General nominee, John Ashcroft -- who
propagandize the antebellum South and
advocate a return to (at least) the legal
segregation of the Jim Crow era.
(Ashcroft, among his other confused and debased views, claims
that secession and civil war in service of slavery's
perpetuation are honorable, not perverse ends:
Your magazine also helps set the record straight. You've got a
heritage of doing that, of defending Southern Patriots like
Lee, Jackson, and Davis. Traditionalists must do more.
I've got to do more. We've all got to stand up and
speak in this respect, or else we'll be taught that these
people were giving their lives, subscribing their sacred
fortunes and their honor to some perverted agenda (
Southern Partisan; emphasis added).
Extolling the virtues of the Confederacy, with or without
criticism of slavery or Jim Crow segregation, is a remarkable
enactment of White privilege, especially from a Senator and
future US Attorney General. I wonder if Ashcroft's pledge to
"do more" to defend "Southern Patriots like Lee, Jackson, and
Davis" will include doing less to uphold the law,
including civil rights. The scornful neglect of labor laws by
the Reagan administration during the 1980s offers a chilling
precedent.)
In Atlanta (a city about which W.E.B. Du Bois wrote, in
The Souls of Black Folks in 1903, that it "must
not lead the South to dream of material prosperity as the
touchstone of all success" -- save for MLK, it seems to have
done little since), in an IHOP, within earshot of several
black folk, a White male, a Protestant minister, loudly asked,
"is there anything more ridiculous than a black nativity
scene?" The clearly absurd implication being that White
nativity scenes are less ridiculous (because, one presumes,
less historically anachronistic -- a complete falsehood) than
black ones.
In Atlanta, at a holiday party in a private home, a White man,
an on-call, out-of-uniform Georgia police officer remarked --
about the same football game playing at Mulate's a few days
before -- that "they" must have played so poorly because
"they'd eaten a lot of fried chicken before the game and had
greasy fingers." A remark accepted without comment (or nervous
laughter or dissent or dispute) by the White men to whom it
was passed.
In Atlanta, in a private home, during a vigorous conversation
about drugs and decriminalization, a White man characterized
the American drug problem as largely a matter of black crack
users. He did so overtly and by using coded language about an
Atlanta public housing project. He later denied that anything
he said or thought about drugs had anything to do with race.
In Mississippi, along state highway 49 between Jackson and
Biloxi, I stopped at a souvenir stand to buy a few Southern
delicacies: chow chow, blackeyed pea relish, boiled peanuts.
In the back I saw a shelf of racist statuary: dozens of (18"
to 24" high) Aunt Jemima, Stepin' Fetchit, and jazz musician
figures with features horribly distorted to match White
supremacist representations of black folk -- in effect, I'd
stumbled unwittingly into a roadside gift shop of the Ku Klux
Klan.
3.
One tactic of oppression is the implicit denial of oppression
by making its infrastructure as invisible as possible. The
longer race or gender oppression can be plausibly denied or
shielded or masked, the better for the oppressers. Not only is
it beneficial to deny the facts of oppression, it's beneficial
to deny their intended results, the privileges such oppression
confers, and the mechanisms by which such oppression is
created, maintained, extended. The denial of White privilege,
like the denial of racism itself, serves the interests of
those who enjoy it.
It should not be surprising, then, that so many White people
are so confused about what racism is; such confusion
reinforces the status quo and sets the bar of justice and
social change far too low. White people want to and do claim
that racism is (only the) overt expression of racial bigotry
or prejudice, and that such overt expression is socially
impermissible. And so it is in situations and contexts,
normally, where black people are really present because they
have some social or institutional power -- but these are rare
in the South, as I rediscovered.
This patterned White response -- so remarkably uniform as to
merit analysis -- obfuscates in two ways: first, by trying to
make racist social structures and institutions invisible by
directing critical attention away from them and onto the
failings of individuals; second, by falsely claiming that
bigotry and prejudice are unuttered and unutterable
A common thread running through these Southern vignettes is
the maintenance, construction, and enjoyment of White company.
In each vignette the context or institutional setting is
White-dominated or controlled. Most White people would not be
so brazen in the real presence of black folks -- a
fact that makes the corporate pollution of public airwaves by
corporate-backed neoconfederate propagandists all the more
dismaying -- but what can be done? Given history and White
privilege and power as it's presently constituted (both in the
South and elsewhere), one cannot fault black folks for staying
away when possible. Every all-White assemblage or gathering
isn't racist per se, of course; but they all seem vulnerable
to expressions of racial bigotry, expressions which are both
enactments and reinforcements of White privilege. And White
company seems more likely to be the scene of displays and
enactments of White privilege than mixed company; but this,
too, can be taken too far since one of the purposes of social
displays of White privilege is intimidation and silencing of
blacks. What can antiracist Whites do? Perhaps especially for
White men -- who're often less physically vulnerable than
women to racist White men -- who would do the work of
antiracism, we must publicly oppose, in clear and strong
terms, racial bigotry, prejudice, and displays of White
privilege, even when subtle or dim. As I found in the not so
new New South, to my dismay and deflation, one doesn't have to
look hard or long to find opportunities.
What of presumptions and burdens of proof? The task of
validating a claim belongs prima facie to the one who
makes it. And so it is with marking the words or actions of
others -- to say nothing of social structures and forces and
institutions -- as racist. The coarse, vulgar pattern of
opposition to marking racism is to deny its value in all but
the most obvious or extreme cases; in, that is, those cases
where it least needs to be marked. Charges
of racism, so the habituated response goes, are so
stigmatizing that making them effectively forecloses all
possibility of rational discourse. The risk, opponents claim
implicitly, of mismarking racism far outweighs the gains of
marking it properly. That's exactly backwards. The costs of
racism's perpetuation far outweigh the prices of mismarking
it. The implied claim, that most markings of racism are either
mistaken or insincere, is a claim which must itself be
validated, if it can be, by those who make it. I happily
accept the burden to validate my claims to mark racism. I do
not accept as valid the implied claim that most markings of
racism are false or made in bad faith, especially since those
who habitually make this claim rarely attempt to
validate it at all.
Attunement is a condition of antiracist work. One of its
substantive tasks, at least for White people, is public
opposition to White expressions of racial bigotry and
prejudice, which are ultimately signs and enactments of White
privilege. Recognizing those signs and enactments without
going on to oppose them is nothing more than an empty, private
gesture.