You don’t know my kind in your world

no-racismAs you may have noticed — or you would have noticed if you’d guessed that it was at all relevant — I don’t spend much time talking about race on this blog. It’s not that I have no thoughts on the subject. At one point in my life, I had enough thoughts on the subject to write a 300+ page transcript about it. But it has never been a topic that I have allowed to run my life.

It’s kind of difficult to describe my attitude about it.

I’m neither angry nor bitter. I have never in my life made any decision about anything with the thought in my head that I can’t do something because they won’t let me. I have never let my race interfere with anything that I decided I wanted to do. It is a fact of my appearance of which I am aware, in much the same way that I am aware that my eyes are brown and that I am 5’5″ tall.

But don’t mistake me. None of this means that I am unaware of the deeply embedded racism that is pervasive in the society in which I live. I don’t get angry when that racism rears its head in particularly spectacular ways (Dylan Root comes to mind) because I have developed a profound cynicism about it over the years of my life. I am no longer surprised or terribly disillusioned by anything I hear because I have never believed that mainstream America has made any real strides toward obliterating racism at all in the 45 years or so since I started paying attention.

In spite of that, on a day-to-day basis, I spend zero time pondering my blackness, or considering my blackness, or thinking about it in any way. For me, it’s just there. The only time it attaches itself to me as a viscerally felt part of my identity is when somebody else makes it a thing.
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Why are middle-aged whites dying?

Like pretty much everything this guy writes, this is quite thought-provoking. I don’t know about you, but I like having my thoughts provoked.

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I’m doing fine, but my cousin is dead.


Look at this graph :

In 1990, the death rate for American whites aged 45-54 (USW) was within the normal range of similarly aged people in comparable countries, and similar to the death rate for middle-aged American Hispanics (USH). In all the other countries, death rates continued their centuries-long trend of dropping, with USH tracking the United Kingdom rate almost perfectly. But starting in 1998, USW turns up.

A good summary of this new study is in The Atlantic. The upshot is that about half a million American whites are dead who would be alive if USW death rates had followed the downward track of other first-world countries. The effect seems concentrated in the less-educated classes, and the cause is a sudden jump in the rate of what are called “poisonings” — mainly deaths related to alcohol and drugs —…

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I know the truth, now, so do you

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Ferguson, MO.

Talk about history repeating itself. Once again, we have what appears to be a clear cut case of police brutality that pits white officers against unarmed black men. Once again, we have a predominantly white jury indicating that the white officer did nothing wrong and need not be punished.

And once again, we have countless white spectators on the sidelines standing on their soapboxes and shouting their insensitivity and their bias and their ignorance.

You’d almost think it was still 1992.

“Many are waking up to news reports of riots, looting and burning in Ferguson overnight, to unrest in our major cities, to echoes of LA 1992 and, for those that remember, Watts 1965. We have come some way since then, yet have so very far to go. I have not many words to offer by way of solace, but when our collective attention turns away from the mayhem and back to what gave rise to it, when we return to our lives and gather our families this Thanksgiving, let us pledge to move forward as one people who must solve this together. For it is not “they” who suffer anguish and rail their anger, it is “we.” – George Takei

And this is a lovely sentiment … but unfortunately it’s a fairy tale. Right now, in these United States of America, it is not “we,” it is only “them” and “us.”
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Am I black enough fo’ ya?

Raven-Symoné did not commit even one deadly sin.

Raven-Symoné did not commit even one deadly sin.

In some ways, I don’t even have the patience to write this post. We’ll file this one under “people make me tired.”

So, I have read two different articles about actress Raven-Symoné’s appearance on some television program called Where Are They Now, where she told Oprah Winfrey a bunch of things. And I have read about how she upset a whole lot of black people by saying, and I quote: “I’m tired of being labeled. I’m an American. I’m not an African-American, I’m an American. … I’m an American, and that’s a colorless person. Because we’re all people; I have lots of things running through my veins.”

So why did so many black people lose their minds over this remark? Because (a) apparently, this particular black actress was special to them and they had sentimental and entirely one-sided attachments to her because they had “watched her grow up,” and because (b) somehow this seemed to them to be a case of a high-profile black woman denying her racial identity and turning her back on all her “brothers” and “sisters.”

There are so many ways I could conceivably respond to all this silliness that it’s hard to know where to start.
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