Book Review: Racism, A Short History

racismIn order to truly understand racism, we need to understand where it comes from. I would guess that many black folks have a basic understanding of the beginnings. And in the same vein, I would guess that most white folks don’t.

One of the biggest problems surrounding race relations in this country is that the powers that be have worked really hard to eliminate the harshest parts of the history of racism. We are still close enough to it in time that black folks have the legacy of it in their families through oral traditions, as well as systemic and cultural trappings. They must keep talking about it because it’s necessary for their family’s safety.

White folks have no need of continuing the discussion of racism. Generally speaking, whites have the privilege of exemption from worrying that one of our children will be killed for their skin color. Clearly, there are exceptions to this rule, like parents of biracial children.

Once slavery and the Jim Crow era were erased from our law books, the educational system began erasing it from our history books. White families didn’t sit around talking about the good old days of slavery and segregation (well, not all of them anyway). It has become our shameful past. People rarely discuss shameful histories in earnest.

And while the basics of slavery are still in our history books, we don’t discuss the long-term ramifications that it had on the people who underwent slavery. Ergo, we don’t talk about how we can fix it.

But in this post, I’m looking far earlier than slavery, because that’s not how racism started. Slavery (as well as the Holocaust) in the U.S. was the pinnacle and the boiling point, but there were circumstances that made it possible.

So with that intro, I decided a while back that I needed to understand with more clarity how we got there in the first place.

I recently read, Racism: A Short History, by George M. Frederickson, originally published in 2002.

This book starts long before slavery and examines the reasons why slavery was even able to happen in the first place.

For starters, racism was invented. Yep. It’s not evolutionary. It’s an invention by mankind. I think this is a powerful thing to know. Because if we can invent it, then that means we are not controlled by it under some genetic force. And if we can invent it, then we can erase it.  It’s also important to point out because it forces us to all acknowledge that those uncomfortable and/or fearful feelings we get in certain times and around certain places are something that we learned. They are not based on some natural instinctual need for survival.

Next up, this is important to understand. Racism is not just feeling.

“But racism as I conceive it is not not merely an attitude or set of beliefs; it also expresses itself in the practices, institutions and structures that a sense of deep differences justifies or validates.”

Racism is still alive and well in our country. Just because our brown skinned brothers and sisters are free and potentially able to have the same opportunities as whites, doesn’t mean that they do. Many of our institutions are set up to deny them access based on various sets of factors.

“It (racism) either directly sustains or proposes to establish a racial order, a permanent group hierarchy that is believed to reflect the laws of nature or the decrees of God.”

How Racism Started

Sooo, just how did racism begin, you want to know?

One word. Religion.

Yup. That’s right.

Shocking, I know.

The origins of racism didn’t actually start with hatred toward African people. There is no proof that hatred of dark skin existed in the ancient world. It all started with Christians and Jews.

“The notion that Jews were collectively and hereditarily  responsible for the worst possible human crime– deicide– created a powerful incentive for persecution.”

That was only the beginning, however. All this did was allow for one group of people to oppress another group of people. Jews were given the option of conversion, which would absolve them of their cultivated crime. This did not meet the criteria to be considered racism because it was something they could change. To be considered racist, the oppressed person must have characteristics that are inherent and unchangeable.

This persecution didn’t end with the Jews, however. It was extended to the Slavs and the Irish in Europe.

“As the core of Catholic Europe expanded, conquering and colonizing the periphery of the continent attitudes of superiority to indigenous populations anticipated the feelings of dominance and entitlement that would characterize the later expansion of Europeans into Asia, Antartica and the Americas.”

In Medieval Europe, intolerance extended to just about any group, “whose beliefs or behavior smacked of heresy or deviance at a time when religious and moral conformity were being demanded…”

At this point, you may be saying to yourself, “But this has nothing to do with racism. Religious persecution is not the same thing. And we all know that the Jews were persecuted for their beliefs.”

Yes, you’re right.

It seems at this point that white over black racism did not have direct roots in the Medieval European religious persecution. But in a moment, you will see how it happened quite quickly. Read on.

Throughout the late Middle Ages, there were signs that religious persecution was turning toward racial persecution. During the Spanish Inquisition, there were many Jews who chose to convert rather than be expelled. This created suspicion that they were secret Jews, rather than true converts. This led to what some would say an inevitable consequence of defining those who had “Jewish blood,” thus leading to the doctrine, “limpieza de sangre” or “purity of blood.”  This eventually lead to laws and the necessity of blood purity certificates needed to enter into specific institutions and organizations.

“It is also highly significant that from the very beginning of the settlement of the Americas, only those thought to be of pure Christian ancestry were permitted to join the ranks of the conquistadores and missionaries.”

So how does this connect to American racism and slavery?

As you may know, slavery was not a new concept for America. During history, slaves had been kept all over the world. They were also various colors and generally speaking, slavery was not based on skin color, but on your station in life. Even Africans participated in slavery. They had their own slaves and there were African slave traders who helped capture and sold slaves to the Europeans.

But slavery is not the same as racism. However, racism was necessary in order to convert continued slavery into racism.

See, at this point, late in the 17th century, slavery was alive and well in the U.S. And it was also at this point that race began to play a larger factor in who were slaves and who weren’t. The Catholics were still working out which set of people were inherently evil sinners. There was some question about whether the Africans were cursed, because initially they were thought to have darker skin due to their climate. But the Brazilians were noted to have much lighter skin, even though they came from a similar climate.

At the same time, it was noted by explorer Alexander von Humboldt that, “In Spain it is a kind of title of nobility not to descend from Jews or Moors. In America, the skin, more or less white, is what dictates the class that an individual occupies in society. A white, even if he rides barefoot on horseback, considers himself to be a member of the nobility of the country.”

However, there was a problem. So far, it was considered that baptism could absolve a person from their inherited curses. The Jews had always been given the option of converting rather than being killed or expelled.

This notion of absolution, and impending freedom from captivity, became a major problem for white slave owners.

“Relatively little mission work was carried out among the slaves because of the masters’ expectation that baptism would give them a claim to freedom.”

So, remember that curse? The one that Africans might have because of having darker skin than the Brazilians?

The curse had been common knowledge among slave traders since the sixteenth century and used as an explanation of why Africans had much darker skin.

“Racial identities were fixed for all time by divine decree… that consigned blacks to perpetual slavery.”

The U.S. cemented the curse into law in the late seventeenth century in Virginia a “made it clear that conversion did not entail freedom.”

And so slavery was, at that point, clearly defined on race, and nothing else.

The Ending

This book was very enlightening and goes on to explain the rise of modern racism and racism in the twenty first century. The history of religious persecution and how it directly relates to slavery is also outlined in much better detail. I should note, for my Christian readers, that there were some Christian thought leaders of the time who spoke out against enslavement. But they were clearly in the minority and other than writing against it, nothing much else was done in favor of the African slaves.

If you are interested in more on the history of racism, I highly recommend this book .

White Lesbians, Biracial Baby and Bigotry

I’m so angry about the stupidity surrounding the story about the white lesbians who accidentally received some African American sperm and ended up with a biracial baby.

Jennifer Cramblett with her daughter Payton.
Jennifer Cramblett with her daughter Payton.

 

Last week this story broke about two white lesbians, suing the sperm bank for receiving an African American man’s sperm, rather than the white, blue-eyed blonde haired man’s sperm they had ordered. Ok, I know on the surface this could look like these women are bigots. But they aren’t and I’ll tell you why.

In a nutshell, two white lesbians in Ohio ordered some sperm and came out with a black baby. According to the court documents, they bonded with the baby and love her very much. But for the past two years they have been running into problems connected to her race. First of all, they live in a very bigoted town. Secondly, the grandparents are bigoted. And thirdly, they have to travel to a more racially diverse area to get their daughter’s hair cut, where they feel unwelcome.

Ok, that third one does make them look a little like bigots. Facing your own white privilege comes with some challenges. They are still early on in their journey toward learning how to talk about race, for sure.

Right now, and for the past two years, I can guarantee that they have been facing their own internalized white privilege. Now, they are publicly discussing why having a child of another race is difficult for them. Admitting that parenting a child of another race has subjected them to taunts and accusations from both sides of the racial coin.

White folks are horrified that a white person would admit they feel challenged by parenting a black child. It forces the white community to admit that racism still exists. It sure is a lot easier to just call them racists and go back to their quiet little lives where no white people are racists unless they talk about race.

And on the other side of the coin, some African American writers are mocking the white folks who have been “inconvenienced” by blackness. It’s not an inconvenience to raise a child of color. It’s a joy, just like raising any child. But for white parents raising a child of color, there comes the added emotional expense of coming to realizations that their skin color changes the way you have to parent and live your life. It comes with the realization that their skin color could subject them to violence. There comes with it the knowledge that they will experience hate in forms that you, as a white parent, cannot possibly understand how it feels. They will experience institutionalized prejudice at school. They will experience prejudice from well-meaning, yet ignorant, older, family members. They will see the disparities in the toy section, and so too, will you. And it will piss you off. They will read multitudes of books where their skin color is either completely left out, or used with derision, sometimes purposeful, sometimes not. They will watch television shows where they are always in the minority or being used as a stereotype. You, as a parent, will also see these things and you’ll feel guilty and angry at the same time.

If you were unprepared to deal with that as a parent, it’s fucking scary to come to those realizations as your child is growing up and it’s happening right in front of your eyes. I wonder if African Americans come to those same realizations in the same manner, or if they feel prepared for it beforehand? I would imagine that it is a horrendous mixture of prior knowledge and new fears that come with being a parent. Raising a black child in this country is tough. It forces you to acknowledge that everything in this country is set up for white people to be successful and to oppress black people. And if you’re not prepared for it, then you need support in forms of community and mental health.

In any case, Jennifer Cramblett and her partner are suing for approximately $50,000 and are planning on moving to a more diverse community. They need extra money for moving expenses and regular therapy.

This seems pretty damn reasonable to me.

If these women were ignorant or racist, as the articles and comments are suggesting, then they could have easily given up the baby for adoption and gotten some more sperm, quietly and without any fuss. Rather, they fell in love with the child who Jennifer Cramblett carried for nine months. They have been raising her and giving her love for two years. They have been worrying about her future. They sound like pretty typical parents to me.

To me, this tells me that they love her unconditionally, but they are smart enough to realize that they are going to face some challenges. This tells me that these women are being practical about what life holds for their family. Shit costs money. The sperm bank was incompetent. Jennifer and Amanda need to change the way they live in order to raise Payton successfully. Not to mention, that the sperm bank should be held accountable for their mistake, another practical reason for the lawsuit.

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I’ve seen comments calling these women hateful bigots. Really?

Anyone who is a part of the LGBT community has had to endure plenty of bigotry in their lives. There is only so much social justice a body can stand up for without having some sort of mental breakdown. These are the things that keep people up at night.

I don’t know these women, but I’m guessing they’ve endured bigotry enough to last a lifetime. And now on top of all that, they now have to raise a child in a world they were, admittedly(!), completely unprepared for. Saying, in public, that they know raising a black child is a challenge and they feel fucking scared to do it, is brave. So brave.

But they are taking on that task because they love their daughter. I give them props for being brave enough to file this lawsuit to bring to the forefront the challenges of raising a black child in a white world. To admit their fear. And to expose that fear to their community.

These women are not the bigots here. They have clarity of mind. They see their world for what it is and they are publicly admitting that they cannot raise their daughter there. Because they love her. They are doing what good parents do. Protecting their child.

Not only that, they are brave enough to publicly acknowledge the white privilege aspects of their own world that they have had to challenge in their own minds. That’s not bigotry folks. It’s bravery.

It’s not easy to admit in public that, as a white person, you are being forced to acknowledge ugliness in your world due to your skin color.

I’m sure that these women are not perfect. But what parent is?

Sure, it’s possible this lawsuit will have a negative effect on their daughter’s self esteem as some are suggesting. But who knows, perhaps she will see the challenges her mothers faced and be inspired. Hopefully they will use this part of their past to show her that she should always stand up for herself, rather than let the world tell you you’re wrong, when you know you’re right.

Read the court documents here 

Great Books for African American Children: Lola Reads to Leo


We picked up Lola Reads to Leo a few weeks ago and Annika was very charmed by it. It’s a sweet, simple book, really for slightly younger kids, more for 3-4 year olds, but she still likes simple storybooks sometimes even though we are reading chapter books for most our nighttime reading now.

Annika enjoyed this book because it was about a little girl whose mom is pregnant. Her parents are prepping her for her new little brother Leo. When Leo  finally arrives, Lola tells him stories. She reads to him while he is nursing. She reads to him while he is getting his diaper changed (and while she is on the potty). She reads to him while he’s in the bathtub. And big sister reads to him while he is tired. She tells him her best “sleepy story.”

Lola is becoming a big sister and as the story progresses, she matures. She is a big sister and she helps her mommy and daddy. But at the end of the day she reads her little brother another story.

Lola Reads to Leo is just the type of book that parents with children of color are always on the lookout for. It’s not about race or slavery or segregation. It’s just a nice story with people who happen to look more like our family. And that, is why I like it.

Lola Reads to Leo is written by author Anna McQuinn, a British children’s author who has written a number of storybooks with children of color as well as books with white children and books with both as friends. I think we will definitely be checking out more of her books.

Pick it up here on Amazon or check it out at your local library, like I did.

 

Great Books for African American Children: Luke on the Loose


Annika has always liked the illustrations in stories as much as the stories themselves. Around age 3, she insisted, more than once, on checking out some Japanese anime books even though we couldn’t read them and the story lines were most likely not even appropriate for her age level. She just liked looking at the pictures.

As for me, I’ve never been one for comics much, but she likes comic books too. I haven’t introduced her to many comics, mostly because it’s not my thing and therefore, not on my radar, but I was thrilled to  find this post over on Planet Jinxatron, 11 Good Comics for Kids. We started out with her first recommendation, Luke on the Loose (Toon) mostly because, as Skye points out, it’s one that actually has a healthy dose of diversity, which is sadly lacking in kids comics (and most media).

Annika loved it! As a beginning reader, the text was very simple enough for her to follow along with and the graphics were interesting enough that the story kept her attention even though it’s normally not something she would be interested in. But it was perfect for her. She has taken to lying in bed some nights before bedtime looking at a book for a few minutes and this was heavy in the rotation for the first several nights that we had it around.

The story is just about a kid who chases pigeons through the big city, starting in the park, while his dad chats with another father and doesn’t notice his son running off.

When he does notice, of course there is a frantic effort to find him while Luke just continues running through the city.

I recommend this book for early readers who love graphics, with the bonus of diversity. Not only are Luke and his parents black, but the background people scattered throughout the book at a nice mixture and there’s even a biracial couple in one scene.

Check it out at your local library as I did, or get it on Amazon here:

Great Books for African American Children: My Brother Charlie, by Holly Robinson Peete


Last month I made a pact with myself to keep a regular stream of books with good African American models for Annika. We’ve always read books with black children as much as possible, but with February being Black History Month, it was, frankly, a lot easier to pick up several at our local library with them being prominently displayed on the end shelves in the kids’ section. Now that Black History Month is over, I’m sure I will have to do my due diligence to find a good selection coming in, but I’m determined to ensure that Annika has a regular view of black children in literature, even though she doesn’t always get that in real life. Hey, it’s something.

One of her favorite books we picked up was, My Brother Charlie, by Holly Robinson Peete and Ryan Elizabeth Peete. The book wasn’t about black history. It was nice to have some books that had nothing to do with history mixed in with all the Civil Rights books we read during February.

My Brother Charlie is a story about twins, a girl and boy, Callie and Charlie. They are always together. They love the same things. But Charlie is different than Callie. Charlie has autism.

The book was written by Holly Robinson Peete and her daughter, Ryan. Ryan’s twin brother, Holly’s son, also has autism.

Annika enjoyed the book immensely because they were two kids who look like her. It was also a great book to read because, coincidentally, we have recently hung out with some friends who have two children with autism. They are friends we knew when Annika was a baby, but haven’t seen them much lately. I was able to explain to her that Charlie was similar to our friends.

This book has beautiful art and a real sense of love and belonging. It is clearly written from the perspective of a family who loves someone with Autism and they happen to have brown skin.

I liked this book for a variety of reasons, but one was because it was a kids’ book with brown-skinned children that wasn’t talking about negative aspects of our history or making a big deal about their skin color.

I highly recommend this book. It is a touching, sweet story with beautiful artwork and any child will enjoy it.

If you like this book review, check out another one for more great books to read with African American children as the main characters.