Category Archives: Racism

White Privilege and Adoption

A had to have the little white dog at a girl scout gift exchange, to the point of tears when it looked like she might not get it.  She loves it so much because it is the cutest stuffed dog ever!
A had to have the little white dog at a girl scout gift exchange, to the point of tears when it looked like she might not get it. She loves it so much because it is the cutest stuffed dog ever!

Last week, a Supreme Court Justice used an argument to abolish racial preferences in admittance standards for colleges. He espoused the mismatch theory that students are selected for the college based on their scores, and the scores seem to accurately predict who will do well in the school. Therefore, it does a minority student no favor to admit them into a program the tests say they are more likely to fail. The view he puts forth ignores the minority kids who are not selected despite even test scores and similar experiences which is still common place. Freakonomics had a chapter on how names associated with minorities lowered the chances of landing an interview where they sent out identical resumes changing only the names. We still have racial bias in our society.

For a long time, I believed in a racially blind society as an ideal towards which we should be working. I’m not in favor of giving a preference to anyone based on the color of their skin. I can look at my children and say honestly that I love them equally, and their race has no impact on my love or feelings towards them. Still, I can not say I am comfortable that my black daughter only picks white dolls because they are the pretty ones. When my wife and I talked about it, she pointed out my blindness to race is a “white privilege.”

When I thought of the term before, I always thought about it from the stance of I expect everything to go fine when I am pulled over by a cop. That I have received numerous warnings and no tickets is nothing but a funny bit of anecdotal evidence of my “white privilege.” I do not have a non-white friend with even remotely similar experience.

When I think about it with relation to my family, I am coming to realize simply being blind to the impact of race is not enough. For if we turn a blind eye to its impact, we ignore all of the impact of others both presently and in the past who did not. It is not enough to simply pretend it has no bearing on our choices because it probably does whether it is out right racism or a built in bias to surround ourselves with people like us in looks, speech or thought. If we are blind to the impact of hundreds of years, why would we not choose the people with the most advantageous resume on paper, even if the tests for most advantageous were designed to pick the most successful people from my culture? Would this be different from inviting a new player to join a game of monopoly when everyone else has been around the board three times? Even if the rules going forward are the same for everyone, how lucky must the newest player be to win?

So I now cringe when I see the calls for a racially blind society because it is a goal I want. I still want it. However, I am not sure it is a straight line path from where we are in history to that ideal. I see no universally just way forward, but I do see many on both sides of the issues pretending their path is the only right one, and their way is the only just one. I say all of this recognizing my wish comes from my current position of lily white privilege.

What’s more, I see the insidious impact of racial perception when I come into my daughter’s room late at night because she is acting out and can not sleep. I asked her why, and she said she was upset because a classmate was making fun of her because she was adopted. “After all,” her classmate said, “just look at O (because he is not Black). He’s can not be your real brother.” I was appalled that a kid would try to put her down for being adopted.

Of course, there is irony in using O to show she must be adopted because he too is adopted. I told her the only thing I knew to say, “most parents do not choose their children. Mom and I choose you. Most parents have to take the child they have and love them, but we picked you to be our child. If anything, it should be a badge of honor to be adopted because it means you were chosen. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel bad about being chosen to join our family. I am thankful everyday that we chose you to join our family.” I still worry it may be hurtful to some children in the foster care system if she repeats that logic and a foster child feels rejected for not being chosen, but biological children aren’t for the most part, chosen either.

I just hated hearing a child use race to make a member of my family feel less attached to her family and by extension less valued by all. As a white adult growing up middle class, I am just not used to race being used as a means to divide or belittle a family.

Let that be your last battlefield from StarTrek.com
Let that be your last battlefield from StarTrek.com

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Racism and Bigotry in 2012

I sat through an infusion with the most racist man sitting next to me.  I did kind of chuckle at his discomfort though because he seemed so oblivious to what was about to come out of his mouth…

“You know those Blacks, they just aren’t as bright as us.  I don’t know how one of them got to be president.”
Ummm, you know one of the best doctors, world famous even, at this hospital is Black, Dr. Benjamin S. Carson.

“Well, you know there are a few exceptions.”
For the record, my daughter is Black, so please keep those opinions to yourself.  She will do just fine, and her success or failure will be because of who she is not what she is.

About 30 min. later as we are talking about advanced directives, “I just don’t want to be buried next to my brother.  I mean the Hispanics taking care of that cemmetary have no respect.  I mean they drive off the road with their 4 by 4’s.  They drive over graves, and they even sit down and eat in the graveyard.  But you know how it is.  Hispanics have no respect for anyone.”

Umm, my son is Hispanic.  “What, I thought you said your daughter is Black.” She is. “And you son is Hispanic?”  He is.

“Next thing I know you’re going to tell me you are going to vote to reelect that Muslim”  Do you know where that charge comes from?  He’s as Muslim as I am Jewish.  My step mom is Jewish, and in that religion, the mother’s faith is the kid’s faith.  Obama is Muslim in the sense his father was, and in that faith the religion is passed from the father.  Neither of us ever has to do anything to be legitimately thought members of that faith.  BTW, you seem very American values oriented, why does one’s religion matter?

I don’t know why, but I actually enjoyed tweaking him a bit.  It also pointed out to me a few things I should have known. 1) Racism and bigotry are alive and well.  2) Probably even more importantly, we are often blind about the origin of our beliefs, and I wonder how many would believe the same things with more information.  Heck, for thousands of years the sun rotated around the earth.  Up until recently we thought we understood gravity, but the theories of the atom and what gives mass has changed even our most basic theories to explain what we live with every day.

It might not have been the nicest thing to do a man getting chemo, but I have a hard time letting some things pass.  There are plenty of reasons not to vote for Obama, but neither race nor religion qualify in my eyes…With my family and my belief system, shutting up never occurred to me…till long after…and I still think confronting bigotry is the only way to handle it in order to prevent the appearance of it as acceptable.

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Saturday was fun as I took my son to a concert in a local park put on by the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra.  He loved the Star Wars music and the Batman music.  I liked how he tapped out syncopated rhythms for the drums in some of the peaces.  He had always been afraid of fireworks in the past because of the loud noise, but I told him the fireworks were Joker bombs and Batman was going to get him.  He then thought all the fireworks were awesome jokes, and he was raving about that part of the show to everyone the next day, especially the “ones which sound like they are laughing all the way up to the boom and colors.  What perfect Joker bombs!”  Still, I’ve had two great nights with my kids in the past two weeks between this concert and taking my daughter to see Justin Hines the week before…good times.
I am dead tired as a cold runs through our house.  So far, I haven’t caught it unless it is responsible for my lack of voice yesterday and today.  It’s just the caring for the kids and dogs has left me a bit on the threadbare side.  Then I realized our house is a household of 9.  No wonder it always feels busy.

We are making plans to put our oldest dog down next week.  The heat last week robbed him of any enthusiasm.  He dutifully goes for walks but is never excited to do so, and he isn’t eating much (including his pills covered in peanut butter).  Heck, he didn’t even get up to bark at a friend who mows our lawns.  That was a first in the 11 years he has been with us.  
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