Calling all white people, part 14: Spaces of their own for POC

Calling All White People, Part 14

(A periodic attempt to mobilize white people for something other than supporting just other melanin-deficient folks and maintaining a status quo of a nation geared toward whiteness as the baseline and the norm)

By An Average White Guy

TODAY’S EPISODE: No, special spaces and programs for people of color aren’t reverse racism

[To find other installments of “Calling All White People,” click here]

There’s a thing that willfully ignorant white people and openly racist ones love to do (and also that white people who don’t understand racism often reflexively do even if they don’t actually love it), and that is to ask, “Well, why do Black people [or insert any other marginalized group] get special months or scholarships or spaces to gather? Why, that’s reverse racism!”

Leaving aside that reverse racism isn’t a thing…I mean, it literally doesn’t exist, and probably I’ll get into that within the next few installments of this column…there are actually very good and logical and sensible reasons why people of color (POC) and other marginalized groups like lesbian/gay/trans/queer people can and should have their own stuff and why it just isn’t the same as a bunch of white guys having a huge gathering with torches and shouting white power chants. Why it’s not even close.

Let’s look, for example, at the notions of gatherings or clubs focused on POC where white people are denied (or at the least strongly discouraged) entry. Sure, it sounds good on the surface (especially if you don’t believe in terms like white privilege and white supremacy or if you’re one of those chronic devil’s advocate types) to say, “Well, white people would get dragged through the mud for that.”

First off, there are plenty of institutions in America, whether social clubs or political bodies or corporate suites or neighborhoods where people of color are purposefully left out, or so sharply limited and constrained that their inclusion is mere tokenism. White people, especially white men, do not lack for spaces, places, organizations, programs and occupations where they can largely avoid people of color and, often, white women as well.

But more fundamentally, any group that is marginalized wants to have places where gathering is possible in a way that allows for open communication about the issues of marginalization they deal with and that allows them not to have around them people who represent the source of their oppression.

If we take this away from a racial tack and make it a women’s rape survival group, maybe it will make more sense to you. Does it seem logical that a group of women trying to deal with and discuss issues of sexual assault really are going to feel comfortable or safe with a bunch of men around? And why do men need to be there? To challenge them and say “Not all men” and make their stress worse? To prove they’re “good guys?” No, the dudes should stay at home and show they are stand-up humans in daily life.

Same thing with scholarships and the like. White people get the lion’s share of scholarship money. Why must they begrudge programs that help make sure scholarship money gets to marginalized or minority people so that they are at least a little less likely to be left out? And don’t get me started on historically black colleges and universities (HBCUs). So many white people love to say, “We can’t have all-white colleges” and the fact is that not only do HBCUs accept white (and other non-Black) students, some of them have majority white student bodies now. And why were HBCUs formed to begin with? Because existing colleges wouldn’t accept Black students.

There is something atrociously presumptuous about being able to go through the vast majority of the United States as a white person without ever having to think about your race; without ever being judged by police or passers-by as threatening because of your skin color; to have access to more opportunity, money, influence and power than anyone else and then to get mad because there are a handful of gatherings, organizations or places you aren’t welcome…and that you probably don’t really want to be part of anyway.

Sort of like not being allowed to use the N-word. Boo-hoo. Get over it (especially since the current fad is to use “thug” and everybody knows that’s just code for the N-word)

Plenty of other groups get denied all kinds of benefit of the doubt, networking, money and even dignity because they aren’t white, straight, Christian and/or male. As white people, we need to get over being denied a very small handful of things to which we feel entitled only because, to be honest, we are white.
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Collect your people, get out of the racial education zone and ACTIVATE

We are living in rather interesting times. More white people than ever are willing to acknowledge that white supremacy is a very real concept. Our nation (and, frankly, Western civilization) was built on a foundation of white supremacy. Yet as we are all discussing and in some cases awakening to the toxicity of white supremacy, white nationalism is on the rise and it seems that no one is sure of how to proceed.

Lately over on the Black Girl in Maine Facebook page, I have started asking readers questions in hopes of moving people from learning and processing to taking tangible actions in the fight for racial justice. Specifically I asked “What if anything are you willing to give up to achieve racial equity” along with “When was the last time you discussed systemic racism with a fellow white person in person, not online?” I received a wide array of answers but one thing that has become clear is that reading and talking about racism while absolutely critical also requires moving white people into action.

This past weekend, Richard Spencer, the supposed darling of the alt-right (the friendly, newfangled name for white supremacists) who by the way was born in Boston, lead a large protest over the weekend in Charlottesville to protest plans for the removal of a Confederate monument.

Let me be clear though: This was no ordinary protest. This was a group of white people carrying torches (albeit tiki torches, guess they couldn’t get back in the way-way machine and get the 1960s-hate-style torches, so they had to settle on semi-kitschy substitutes) and chanting “You will not replace us” after Spencer kicked off the hatefest with a few words earlier in the day that included saying “What brings us together is that we are white, we are a people, we will not be replaced.”

A group of white people in 2017 dressed in non-threatening khakis and polos and Spencer in a rumpled and way-too-tight blazer (looking a bit like he’s been shopping AND partying with Steven Bannon) are running around carrying torches and demanding that they not be replaced? Make no mistake, this is not the noise of a few  misplaced souls, this is what the klan looks like in 2017. Gone are the days of hiding under crisp white sheets. Nope, these miserable cretins are proud to let the world know exactly who they are and as we are learning in the aftermath of the elections, these folks are not alone. I repeat, these folks are not alone. The odds are extremely high that if you are a white person reading this, you know at least one person who holds similar views.

This means that now is the time to take action. Now is the time to move out of passivity and sharing memes and ask yourself, “What am I willing to do or even sacrifice to stop this tide of hate?”

I could recap but frankly there is no need for it. A quick Google search will tell you that since November 2016, hate crimes have increased all over the United States. And yet we feign ignorance when we hear about an event. The time for dismay is over, the time for hand-wringing and well-wishings is done. Especially with Trump in office. The hateful folks have no problem speaking up and being quite visible for what they believe in. But too often those who say they care about racial justice are immobilized by not wanting to get things wrong. OK. Sometimes, you will get it wrong. Chances are you will piss someone off very possibly even a person of color who doesn’t like your approach, since we ourselves are not a monolithic group. But fear of getting it wrong is not enough to merit being timid and sitting comfortably in the education zone. Because lack of action and failure to stand up to hate only allows the hateful to grow stronger, more determined, more bold and more numerous.

The education zone is a deceptively comfortable space that allows you to feel like you are making change. And yes, you are changing your worldview and that is important. But if you are a real ally, I need to see some of that change put into action, not just filling your head and elevating your thoughts and outlooks.  To be honest, dismantling white supremacy requires real work with real steps. Real sacrifices, too.

Who do you employ? Where are you living? How are you supporting the work of people of color? Hell, are you just consuming the work of POC and not paying it forward even though you are aware of the very real economic barriers and gulfs that exist racially? These are just some of the questions that you have to start with and then once you answer them, make a plan for change.

Let me put this in perspective, if a nobody like Richard Spencer can feeling comfortable spewing his hateful views and suddenly command mainstream media attention for being such a wretched being, why can’t you stand up for what is right, put yourself on the line and do the same thing for racial justice?

Look, now is the time for white people who know how harmful white supremacy is (to all of us, not just people of color) to collect their fellow white people who are bent on destruction. To stand up and activate for the greater good of all.
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Two sides of the same coin with a different value: a son’s perspective of Mother’s Day

Yesterday I wrote a post reflecting on what it means to be motherless as I grow older. My brother wrote his own reflections on being a motherless son and man and asked if he could share them in this space. Often we hear women discuss their feelings but far too often we don’t hear from men, so I am honored to share this space with him on a days that heavily weighted for both of us.
First off I would like to thank Shay Stewart-Bouley for allowing me to write in her space. For those that don’t know I’m her brother.  She normally calls me “little” brother, and she doesn’t know i seriously abhor the title but today I will let her have it because i am in her space.

The reason for writing today…Mothers Day.

If you follow her…you know how the loss of Marilyn has been a dramatic impact on her. I can only imagine the impact of what that is like of losing the parent of the same sex. My vantage point is that of the brother…

14 years ago, life was moving for me…just graduated with a Bachelor’s degree…on my way to grad school in another country, engaged…and it was like the last episode of the Cosby show…as when Theo was headed out to school…then the nightmare came…the details I wont bore you with but lets say there were moments were Guantanamo Bay would have been welcomed.

In her passing, in my sister’s case at 31 in my case 23, there was a forced maturity that I wouldn’t wished on anyone. The first year of everything was brutal, so much so in my case that in the first 18 months, after her passing I couldn’t eat a home cooked meal without literally breaking down into tears (To this day I don’t eat macaroni and cheese because it can stir those emotions.  Don’t judge me, if you had her mac and cheese, you’d cry too lol)

As well 18 months later, Granny aka my mom’s mom passed. So what did that mean for me as “Lil brother?” Well if death wasn’t enough, it came with learning lessons about a deceased love one you couldn’t elaborate on. Also in death as a young man it was realization that there was no fall back. At the time I was engaged (of which that situation didn’t work out) and there was no “going back home to mom”. Our father, was dealing with things that well we can NEVER imagine himself in losing his life partner, partner in crime, helpmate and every other term of 32 years and learning to live in a world that frankly, my sister and I were versed in already.

Over the years, unbeknownst to her, this moment in time destroyed my optimism and brought about some serious darkness in my life. Not just the obvious in the form of depression (which I was diagnosed with in 2007, the mild kind), but a certain lack of emotion that has played well for me professionally but not so much personally. The loss of our mom, has created three perspectives that now exist in three different sections of the country as we live in different places and has created a different impact. (Father, sister, and brother respectively)

14 years later, as the son of Marilyn, the youngest I reflect and it is in these moments the sting comes back anew. Why now? Life changes…my evolution as a man, as an artist and more is traced to that moment in time. In many moments i miss her wit and insight.  My sister valiantly attempts to be the matriarch, but in many ways that’s not fair to her, as the researcher in me observes her struggle, yet I empathize with her attempts to be better. Truth is, if you have not been made a motherless child, you can only imagine how it rewires you as a person. In my travels, since her transition, I myself have done things that she would be proud of and some well, not so much. Over the years i have sought counseling, positive and negative replacements and well nothing compares to the original O.G. I have had the pleasure of watching her impact and her legacy grown through my nephew and now his family, my niece, the work of our father who can bring tears to your eyes, when he says I am STILL married. (Fighting tears at the thought just writing that) and well if you know Marilyn’s kids, you know her.

If you wanted to know Marilyn Stewart, look in her kids eyes.  Its a fire to us…if your wanted to know her, watch our tenacity. We are both super stubborn lol.  Our  mom was a fighter to the end, and a person that would make things happen out of nothing. I learned more about her in death than in life. I learned why family was important to her so much as someone instrumental to her discarded her. I learned of the decisions she made that as her youngest i definitely didn’t agree with, but I empathize and understand. If you want to he know her, look at her children’s accomplishments. 2 kids, with a total of 5 degrees (3 master’s and one working on a PhD, because education was important to her). But if you REALLY want to know Marilyn’s kids, watch our smiles.. She had a way of disarming people even in the midst of the darkest situations and could make a true friend out of an enemy in a way that diplomats would envy.

So year 14, and we are at Mother’s Day. When folks sit in church all day, take mom’s to get cheddar biscuits and get cards…I am in the distant, pursuing my goals in one part of the country, my sister being a mom and now Grandmother in another, and Pops in the homeland in yet another, probably listening to Kenny Roger’s Lady (You’d have to know him to get that one)

Truth is, as a member of the motherless child clan, these moments provide a sting, and yet we know she lives on in us, and generations to follow. We grieve at painful and happy moments because she doesnt inhabit this space, yet inside she is with us. Somewhere in heaven she is sipping some good champagne, with her legs crossed shaking her food listening to Maurice White from EWF or having the angels play some steppers music.

To those with a mother….be thankful,…if you she is on this plane, and you don’t talk, kill the bs…because there are those that would give every accolade back to have a convo with her…I’m one of em… to those that share in the grief of the day, you are not alone. We cry and we laugh together in the memories of our mothers. To my sister, life has come full circle from a daughter who lost her mother to a grandmother with generations that seek your wisdom and guidance. I pray that their wisdom is with you as much as their ability to cook (you still owe me that recipe book too I AIN’T FORGOT WOMAN lol)

Respectfully submitted
“Lil” brother
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