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?
Thursday, February 11, 2010
What is race?
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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:
ReplyDelete"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