Thursday, February 11, 2010

What is race?

I have talked about race a lot in my life. I have thought about it even more. (The whole growing-up-biracial thing tend to do that.) I realized today, though, that I'm still not sure exactly what that is. My urban education class just finished reading Jay MacLeod's Ain't No Makin' It, which looks at a small sample of "project kids" and their experiences over twenty years. (Quite an interesting read.) Some of them (mostly white) have checked out of the system, rejecting school because they don't think that it will make any difference in their circumstances. Another group (mostly black) are determined to play the game and make something of themselves by graduating from high school. The results are varied (and the sample size is small), but to me the most startling aspect was how much worse off the black students who checked out of the game ended up than their mostly white friends- although all were poor, addicted to drugs, and had frequent run-ins with the police. It seems as though race matters more than attitude, even among people in the same socioeconomic class. Now I am wondering: what do I do with this? The truth is, working hard will not necessarily fix your problems when the deck is so stacked against you, but not working at all makes things even worse.
Back to my original question: what is race? I have no idea. To some extent its a social construct, but it has a physical (biological) aspect as well. The genetics of race are still hazy (are you what you have the most genes of? How do you define someone with genes from multiple races, which is most of us these days?) Race affects how people view you and how you view others. It can be a way to define who is like you and who is not. It gets tangled up with ethnicity and appearance. Race can mean skin color or eye shape. It can mean who you were raised by. Although race has played such a major role in how I think about the world, I have trouble coming up with a concise definition of just what it means. Thoughts?

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for starting this blog, Kathryn :) I tried for about 15 minutes to formulate a personal response and as it turns out, I can't even come close to verbalizing a definition of race that really reflects how I feel. But I know its an important topic for me. I sang a song with my choir last year about race; it really spoke to me! Here are the lyrics:

    "Reach Across the Lines" Rachel Bagby

    I watch in silence as you pass
    You avoid my eyes
    Mine is the garb of a different class
    Your skin—too dark, too light

    You know I dance to your music
    I know you eat my food
    Are you all as bad as they say you are?
    Are we all as good?

    Keep on reaching
    Across the lines
    Let your eyes meet mine
    Across the lines, across the lines

    Tell me what you see
    That’s saying we’re not free
    To re-e-each…
    Across the lines

    An angry fear comes over me
    When I see your face
    You are a symbol
    Of your sex, your class, your race

    I enshroud you in memories
    A legacy of pain
    Your kind has hurt mine over and over
    You’ll try it again.

    Now we have the chance
    To end this deadly dance
    And re-e-each…
    Across the lines

    Fire answers fire
    Pain answering pain
    Memory and desire
    Colliding again

    Terrible the freedom
    Unbearable the life
    If in this moment eye-to-eye
    Each of us dares to reach
    Across the lines

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