Abolitionist: Heroes and Sidekicks

A dear friend posted this yesterday. One of our friends said ‘change the ‘but’ to ‘and’, and I also responded everyone needs to show up. And I was told as a “gringa” to be real careful. Okay. I will be. I am. Since a comment on Facebook is about as useful as, well, a fortune cookie strip, writing further to seek clarification may ease some of my defensiveness and fragility. Because that’s what it is.

A reflection on Portland, Seattle, abolitionists, and next steps.

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Portland’s history of white supremacy goes back decades. Some of us like to imagine that Portland is some kind of 90s haven as seen in Portlandia. I’ve lived in the Seattle area for the past 25 years, and while I am no Portland expert, there is a vibe from the Pacific Northwest I love. But like most American cities, there is the rot of racism and bigotry. I naively believed I lived in some kind of peaceful, rainbow, mystical peace world, where every day was the Fremont Solstice Parade, and readers and coffee drinkers came together in peace, love and harmony.

What this meme signaled was a few things: first, we white people must be diligent, mindful and centered about our role we play in supporting #BLM.

But it also takes everyone to show up. Showing up doesn’t mean taking center stage. White people can show other white people that supporting fascism is not acceptable, and will fight against it. I just finished Ta-Nehisi Coates The Water Dancer. Hiram is the hero. Sophia is the hero. Corinne Quinn is behind the scenes, a supporting character. She is the white “Quality” woman who serves as a double-agent to support the Underground. In this quote, Coates sums up many white women’s motivations to join the abolitionist movement:

Corrine Quinn was among the most fanatical agents I ever encountered on the Underground. All of these fanatics were white. They took slavery as a personal insult or affront, a stain upon their name. They had seen women carried off to fancy, or watched as a father was stripped and beaten in front of his child, or seen whole families pinned like hogs into rail-cars, steam-boats, and jails. Slavery humiliated them, because it offended a basic sense of goodness that they believed themselves to possess. And when their cousins perpetrated the base practice, it served to remind them how easily they might do the same. They scorned their barbaric brethren, but they were brethren all the same. So their opposition was a kind of vanity, a hatred of slavery that far outranked any love of the slave.

Coates, Ta-Nehisi. The Water Dancer (p. 370). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition. 

This may be one of the most accurate characterizations of white women I’ve ever read, which is no surprise because Coates is, unequivocally, a monumental writer. And yes, I wonder for myself and others if abolitionism comes with the sins of pride and vanity. And it’s complicated for some. We are not one thing. Recognizing the vanity is white privilege.

From a historical standpoint, our nation began with the sin of slavery, and it is that sin we must atone for, make reparations. Consider the numbers. If Portland has 650K people, and these are the percentages, the moms, dads, and vets who protest are part of the larger demographic. From many of the photos, these protestors are predominantly white. If they become the ‘heroes,’ blame the journalists. If they get centered as the ‘heroes,’ blame four hundred plus years of white supremacy and colonization. I am not sure we blame the white protestors, unless we get evidence they are actively trying to center their own story. So, I’ll add a “yet” in there. But perhaps I’ll take this out of the binary thinking for one moment: praise, defamation, shaming, or centering, replace with fight, justice, anti-racism, and abolitionism.

How do we provide space for abolitionist work and progress? I wonder if what the OP is referring to is the white savior narrative? When I was little, I remember my mom telling me about the deaths of Civil Rights activists, and feeling…sorrow mixed with pride. I was a very little girl, around 5 or 6. I think I asked her what was the saddest thing that happened the year I was born, and she told me. When I found out some were white. That there were helpers trying to support others. I knew that it would require bravery. But the white people were not centered. They were adjacent. Often ministers, college kids, a housewife. But they are not heroes. Or saviors. Mostly just people trying to do the right thing. But the whiteness must not be centered.

The current race/ethnicity data for Portland:

https://www.census.gov/quickfacts/portlandcityoregon

It is my fear that Portland, and now Seattle, are Trump’s dress rehearsals. I am not sure what his thinking, or that of Stephen Miller, or Trump’s other puppeteers, are planning as their end game. Maybe it’s just this: “practice” in Portland, see how much they can get away with, move to Seattle, and then onto cities with larger populations of BIPOC, like Chicago, (50% white, 30% Black) Detroit, and Baltimore. They will keep pushing, harming, and even killing as many they can get away with to maintain control and power. This is how it happens. This is where we are.

Why numbers? Because if 53% of white women voted for the abomination that’s currently in the Oval Office…this is a catastrophic failure that lands squarely on the shoulders of white people.

And I guess I’ve lost a splinter of patience. While I recognize the need to balance accurate, historical framing in real time, why do I sense a tinge of preciousness? Okay, the naked yoga lady was silly.

If the “Corrine Quinn’s” of Portland came out, stood arm in arm, against fascism, we white people must remember to check our own motivations, the same check we give our internal biases. Anti-racist work is messy and not a monolith. Checking my own truth. I still say: everyone needs to show up against the current state of our nation. We must show we care, seek growth and change. The white abolitionists in our history didn’t always get it right. That’s why many teachers like myself craved works like the #1619 project, Facing History, #DisruptTexts, Zinn Education Project, and others.

Then and Now:

We need as many to show up as possible, in ways they are able and can. I show up by writing. My sons show up by, well, showing up. My husband shows up by supporting my time to write, and our sons protesting. The white moms, dads, and vets are speaking directly to Trump: you do not have us. You do not have our country, or our futures. Anti-racist and abolitionist work is an urgent act. And there is space for protection and preciousness: we need the sensitive, empathetic warriors, too, to make sure the story is told with accuracy. And I will allow myself space to be the big mouth, the thinker, and the writer. I don’t always get it right, but I do care to try. Because ultimately it’s not about me: it’s about my sons, my students. Giving them the futures that is their birthright. And when the US government gets it wrong, so very wrong, I feel a small amount of hope when I see everyone showing up, shouting down fascism, racism, and bigotry, and be it vanity, pride, or justice, until Black Lives Matter, we will not be able to heal or move forward.

And a link to my post, Who?

Featured Image credit: https://www.dailysabah.com/world/americas/thousands-crowd-outside-central-police-precinct-as-portland-protests-continue

Series: White People Homework (24) Read, listen, take action

You can find better novels.

I read another tweet from the founder of #ProjectLit, Jarred Amato, about The Scarlet Letter by Nathanial Hawthorne. In two occasions he’s used this text as his go-to for discussing how we should abandon old, irrelevant texts in our classrooms. And I get it, I really do. Post #22 speaks to the canon. But here is a another secret of upholding systemic racism in our schools, classrooms, and libraries: some “white canon, colonized” books take up oxygen we could be using to read others’ beautiful works. And–and here’s the catch–we can still use them as historical texts as examples of themes, context, and ideas. And he’s also right.

Whole lotta white gaze going on here

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The issue is we English teachers get stuck on our books. We fall in love with a text, and stay put. Grounded. Stubborn. We defend these texts with passion and lizard-brain emotion. And I mean white teachers, if I was being too subtle. Over my fifteen years of teaching, even recently, there is still so much “othering” of books written by authors of color, global viewpoints, etc. It’s become a binary conversation: this or that. White books or Non-white books. But here’s the thing: let go. Just–let go. Look at your canon and take out what is worth discussing, and eschew the rest. Don’t teach the entire novel. Have it as a reference for a timeline, but otherwise, release. Relook. Review. There are brilliant educators doing the work right now, in real time, who can help you find better novels with thematic clarity, relevancy, and rich, deep philosophies.

Shared on Donalyn Miller’s feed: Weeding Out Racism’s Invisible Roots: Rethinking Children’s Classics | Opinion

Important School Library Journal post from Padma Venkatraman about the importance of reading and sharing #ownvoices books instead of timeworn “classics” that perpetuate harmful stereotypes:“Powerful books can transport us to different places and times and also transplant us, temporarily, into a character’s body. Protagonists haunt us, move us, and sometimes spur us to act by sowing empathy and respect for diversity.Conversely, exposing young people to stories in which racism, sexism, ableism, anti-Semitism, and other forms of hate are the norm may sow seeds of bias that can grow into indifference or prejudice.”

https://www.slj.com/?detailStory=weeding-out-racisms-invisible-roots-rethinking-childrens-classics-libraries-diverse-books&fbclid=IwAR1tLqUM20kaVeIF9b-8GFyEsN3LNG7JkXdUKWZpPksNbvncHVDazqYDTqE

And I would ask that you bookmark this, watch it, take notes, keep, review, and place high on your priority list.

Series: WPH: Fear (6)

Whereby I confront my fears and try to work through them.

Note: this is about white people’s fear, and measurement of fear: the existential fear of BIPOC is real, systemic, and daily. As white people work toward equality and abolitionist actions, we must look toward our privilege, beliefs, faith, and values. If we have privilege, and white people most certainly do, what ways can we confront our fears toward action?

What are you willing to die for? We all die. In fact, it’s our mortality that may be at the heart of our conflicts. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. What an incredible philosophy. Because the “willing to die” question could be the most personal, catalyst and human of questions? It comes with huge judgment and zealotry. It’s confrontational and ill-equipped for love. And for clarity: I’m talking about BIG LOVE, love from the universe, gods, goddess, and creation. Love that is patient and kind love. Asking someone what they are willing to die for asks too much, and I’m not sure it’s infused with BIG LOVE. Saints and sinners alike have their own thoughts about mortality, from sacrificial martyrdom to uninvited interruption of work and purpose.

“I don’t know what will happen now; we’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it really doesn’t matter with me now, because I’ve been to the mountaintop. And I don’t mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life–longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over and I’ve seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the Promised Land. And so I’m happy tonight; I’m not worried about anything; I’m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,” King concluded.

https://constitutioncenter.org/blog/the-day-that-dr-martin-luther-king-jr-died
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I had my own existential crisis and fear bargaining this past week. A dear friend and colleague posted a confrontation by one of her former acquaintances. This acquaintance turned out to be a racist, bully, and all-around garbage human. There have been plenty of groups who’ve been posting pictures of racists caught in the act, and the charge to “get ’em!” And I had to confront my own cowardice when one of those lives metaphorically next door. Most of the ones people post are those who lives miles and states away. Or, outing big corporations for their heinous acts. And since the internet has long given us a false sense of anonymity and safety, in these days of important and monumental shifts, will we begin to judge one another on how we use our physical (not metaphysical) lives to continue this change? I am confronting my own cowardice for not outing this woman. White nationalist scare me. I am in flight, fight, or freeze mode. And I had to work through my own power and privilege to determine how I can keep myself, my sons, and my husband safe.

In other words, if I am not okay with dying in a protest, what can I do that considers multiple factors that decenter my privilege or uses it for abolitionist causes? Zealotry of any kind makes me skittish. I did post the question on Facebook, and received many responses. One woman, the mother of one of my students, said to leave her be, pray for the racist, and go with grace. I’m still grappling with it, but that was where I left it. And in later conversations received a somewhat pedantic lecture on the Holocaust by another friend. And I think I would have been the person to hide people in my house kind of person. But I don’t know. I am here and existing now: so what am I doing now? Because anything I do walks the line between performative and silence. There will be criticism, no matter what. And so what? So how do I balance fear of physical, emotional, and spiritual safety when nothing is truly safe? We all die: so how do I make choices in my life?

What can I give: I have a gift for creating curriculum. I have a gift for friendship and love. I have a gift and talent for creativity and art. I attempt to write and communicate. When I have funds, I share them. I look for legitimate resources. I listen to new information and facts and adapt. And if there is a higher being, I recognize that these gifts are a blessing. And I will strive to keep my pride in check, and not be baited into conversations of ‘who’s more of a warrior.’ (And to be clear–it was my own pride that baited me, not anyone else.)

And I’m still learning from others, every day. Nearly every hour.

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