Each Sunday, I’m working my way through my experiences with race. I’ll share stories and memories from throughout my life. I know I’ll encounter moments of growth that I wish I could relive. I’ll also have to think back on choices that I wish I could remake. Come join me each week.
I remember in college
having room in my schedule
for a couple of extra classes
so I signed up for
multi-culti studies
which is where I first learned
about white apologizing
and also what-about-ism
masked as curiosity
and I remember
how hard I worked
to understand criticism of
dominant culture
and I remember I tried so hard
with my Nation of Islam paper
to understand how people could
hate my people
so very much
that I almost explained it away,
rationalized the caricatures
in the Final Call comic strips
but Professor McCarthy said
no
sometimes prejudice is what it is,
regardless of
whether it comes from the disempowered
and I thought
huh
well I guess that’s something new.
And I remember trying to make sure
my student teaching experience
brought questions of diversity past
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so we had a debate about immigration
which was actually pretty eye-opening
(as a matter of fact,
so were the swastika doodles
one of my loveys drew in his notebook)
and I also realized
that for most of my kids
the question was not about color of skin
but the freeness of their lunch
(and something tells me
much of that is still the case,
and that if people really figured out
that the shaft is given
to people across the racial rainbow
some folks would
really be in trouble)
so sometimes what they needed was
to keep making their
New Year’s Dragons, their
Kente cloths, their
tissue paper flowers
as long as the love poured free
and so did the morning snacks.
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 