Oh, the Subtle Ways We’re Racist…

Upon the chair the child sits. Upon their head our judgment sits.

Upon the chair the child sits. Upon their head our judgment sits.

It is absolutely a sign of my privilege that I forget that racism is alive.

I get “down time” from the uncomfortable, awkward, demeaning, and violent ways that racism infects conversation and interaction.  I don’t mean it’s not there.  I mean that I get a rest from realizing it.

Which is no rest at all.

At our local church assembly yesterday I came out of a workshop session and was talking with a colleague.  A member of local congregation that he knew came up and started chatting as well.  And then it got weird typical:

Colleague: “How did you like the morning workshop you attended?”

Congregant: “Wasn’t helpful.”

Me: “Yeah, I think we were at the same one.  It wasn’t helpful for me, either.”

Congregant: “Yeah. All I want to know is what you do when your Confirmation students look like this.”

And as he said the words “like this” he pointed to a chair sitting nearby.

A black chair.

Colleague: <red face>

Me: “I don’t get your question.”

Congregant: “You know, like this.”

Me: “What are you saying?”

Because if you’re going to say it, say it.

Congregant: “When they’re black.”

Me and Colleague: “…you teach them.”

And I turned back to my colleague and resumed our conversation…and the man left to go somewhere.  And I knew I was giving him the cold shoulder.  And I knew I was angry.  And I knew I didn’t know what to say.  And I knew I felt bad about not knowing what to say.

And then later on we would go to vote on anti-racism legislation for our church and vow to be against racism in all it’s forms…a sea of blue cards would fly up, easily passing it…

Send the medicine, Lord. We’ve got the sickness already.

And here’s the thing: I don’t think he knew his words were hurtful.  That’s not me making an excuse for him; there’s no excuse.  Equating anyone to the color of an inanimate object is really inexcusable and tacky and all sorts of sad.

But it was another knock on my heart at how deep the system is.  Because I imagine that this man probably thinks he’s open and welcoming to everyone.  I imagine he thinks that he’s an ally.

And I imagine that in some ways he is.  But in subtle ways, he’s not.

Louis CK had a stand-up bit on the season finale of SNL a few weeks back.  It was really awkward, as most of his bits are. But this particular act was really in poor taste, I thought.  Nothing is funny about child molestation.  Social commentary is one thing. He went too far.

And it’s too bad that the parts about child molestation overshadowed the whole routine, because I actually think he hit on a nugget of reality in the monologue that is good to ruminate on, even if uncomfortable.

He talked about how he’s not racist, and how when a black man in a hoodie walks into a convenience store late at night while he’s shopping the aisles, he has to continue to repeat to himself, “I am not racist. I am not racist. I am not racist.”

And that, there, is what I’m talking about.  Because for as much as he’s “not racist,” the subtle triggers that have been given to him by the media, by privilege, and by his own uncomfortability in being absolutely present in situations that test the tribal mentality of his cultural upbringing still persist.

Because Louis CK is racist. And an ally. He’s both.  And pretending he’s not won’t do any good.  And he knows that. Because the minute we forget that the system is alive is the minute it steals from you, like it stole from me in the exchange with the man yesterday.

Because if I had been present in the moment, I would have been more forceful in telling him, point blank, how uncomfortable his words made me feel.  How when he pointed to that chair, all I could see is my own Confirmation students sitting there.  And how their heritage is so important to them. And how I could see them looking down as this man pointed at them as if they are an issue that he had to figure out.

If the man is having trouble teaching students of any race, then the man is the issue, not the student.

I speak out about the overtly racist system all the time.  I forget about the subtle racist systems…and it always steals my voice. Because it exists in me, too. And it is pernicious.  And it operates under the radar for most of us (and in most of us) who consider ourselves allies.

Oh the subtle ways we’re racist…even in the church…maybe especially in the church…

3 thoughts on “Oh, the Subtle Ways We’re Racist…

  1. Wow. Sometimes in the face of such a comment I think it’s hard to figure out, “How do I even respond to this moment?” Or at least that’s what I tell myself.

    In the lead-up to last year’s NaNoWriMo, I read a lot about race relations and tensions, the civil rights movement, the perspective of African-Americans on what has or hasn’t changed in society, and so on. My planned novel touched on a lot of race-related topics, and I knew I ran the risk of coming at it from a totally ignorant white middle-class guy perspective. I didn’t know how to even start correcting or avoiding that short of exposure to a lot of points of view and experiences that aren’t my own. This is not meant as self-promotion, but reflection on something that I don’t understand, yet understand that I need to understand better.

    I want us all to move past racism, but it’s clear we’re not there yet and it seems all attempts to fix that just drive the currents of hate further below the surface without diminishing their strength.

    I think your point about Louis CK is exactly what I needed to hear. Both racist in some ways and an ally in some ways. Maybe that’s the best I or anyone can be sometimes… aware of our failures and faults but striving always to do and be better.

  2. The good thing though is that if this happens again you will likey be less shocked and more able to respond. I have to give the guy credit, though. He actually made himself VERY vulnerable in asking you and your colleague so openly. Hence though stern correction might be in order, asking him why he feels that way and helping talk his way through the tangle of everything in his mind might be more helpful and appropriate. It might mean you’ll have to hold yourself calm through some rather unpleasant conversation, but then again you would have a good idea of what people of color have to go through every day of their lives.

  3. Having grown up in Mississippi during the Civil Rights era, I realized a long time ago that I personally should never get beyond seeing race because if I do, I will default to being racist. So, yes–I’m an ally and a racist, and as the Rev. Osagyefo Sekou says, I hope to be not just an ally but a Freedom Fighter.

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