I am troubled by recent writing which wants desperately to change the way things are but includes language choices that will turn people off. The writing is littered with “black people” and “white people” and what they need to start doing or stop doing. And I keep thinking as I read that they could achieve so much more if they were more solution-oriented.
Liz has helped me through multiple rewritings of this document and while we were walking this morning she observed that not all of the writers are interested in solutions. She’s right. Some are out to build themselves up. Some are opportunistically taking a moment to attack white people because they sense they have a moral trump card.
I’m not interested to help the cause of anyone being a dick because they think they can get away with it. In fact, that’s part of why I feel moved to write about this topic at all.
By sharing my words and ideas, I hope that the ones that are more focused on change than blame can find safe harbor.
I am neither white, nor black. Maybe this means I have less of a stake in this discussion but it also means that I can keep perspective.
“Racist”: A Loaded Word.
John Metta reposted a sermon he delivered to a mostly-white audience at his church as a blog post, "I, Racist". He shares a tale of an incident involving his white aunt’s sensitivities one that poignantly illustrates why he can’t talk to white people about racism:
White people do not think in terms of we. White people have the privilege to interact with the social and political structures of our society as individuals…
What they are affected by are attacks on their own character. To my aunt, the suggestion that “people in The North are racist” is an attack on her as a racist. She is unable to differentiate her participation within a racist system (upwardly mobile, not racially profiled, able to move to White suburbs, etc.) from an accusation that she, individually, is a racist. Without being able to make that differentiation, White people in general decide to vigorously defend their own personal non-racism, or point out that it doesn't exist because they don't see it.
The result of this is an incessantly repeating argument where a Black person says “Racism still exists. It is real,” and a white person argues “You're wrong, I'm not racist at all. I don't even see any racism.” My aunt’s immediate response is not “that is wrong, we should do better.” No, her response is self-protection: “That’s not my fault, I didn't do anything. You are wrong.”
The only thing I think is clearly illustrated by this story is how loaded the word racist is and how much harm is done to the possibility of discussion because they use the term without care.
The words “racism” and “racist” are verbal battering rams with real emotional impact. When we are confronted with a person describing aggregates of people resembling ourselves as “racist”, the words come across as blaming rebukes.
Racism is something we are all brought up to understand as an unspeakable evil. The human tendency to defend our individual moral standing is so strong, I can’t blame a person for becoming enmeshed in a nonproductive and defensive discussion if they feel accused of racism.
Metta has no sympathy for this and I think I understand why. Consider that he declares it character flaw on her part that she takes it personally rather than taking personal responsibility for racist outcomes.
Blaming beliefs leave no room in the heart for sympathy.
Underlying Metta’s prescription that his aunt ought to have said, “that is wrong, we should do better,” is a blaming belief:
Every single white person is responsible for black suffering. White people have NEVER taken responsibility for the situation. They all need to accept the blame so that we can get on with the conversation about what they owe us to fix it.
Metta can’t see it, but he is being a complete ass toward his “favorite aunt”. I think the blaming belief is why.
If he didn’t give himself an option to stop talking about it, he could find a way to invite her to look at it from his individual perspective, which focuses on the grim systemic outcomes. He’d gently explain to her that these are hard for white people to see.
And he’d do it because he loves her like she’s his favorite.
He says, she’s his favorite, but his actions say something else.
“White Feelings”: A Victim’s Privilege to Be Insolent
Let’s talk about “Black Lives” and “White Feelings”.
The entire discussion of race in America centers around the protection of White feelings…
...This is the country we live in. Millions of Black lives are valued less than a single White person’s hurt feelings.
This a current trend: Authors and tweeters are loudly telling the world they can no longer remain silent out of “concern for #whitefeelings”. “#Blacklives > #Whitefeelings” says a number of tweeters.
(They do not say whose choice it was to become silent in the first place.)
I’m not white but I can smell a not-so-subtle and opportunistic attack all the same. “White feelings” strikes me as an elaborate way to insult white people. If someone told me I owed them help and they made it clear they don't give a damn about my “Asian feelings” I would find a polite way to tell them where they can stick their expectations and their cheap insults.
The victim mindset is the foundation for the resentful insolence of publicly declaring your disregard for “white feelings”. The victim mindset’s primary mode and ultimate purpose is blame. The goal is not understanding. It has no concern for different perspectives or context. It doesn’t care that there is more than one party in the conversation.
The victim mindset justifies hurtful actions by the victim so long as the target is the object of their blame: their “oppressors”.
I don’t think action toward fundamental change will start from blame. It will start from agreement, which can only be achieved through empathy and understanding.
Communication can only begin by abandoning the victim mindset.
Slow Down Before You Grind To A Halt