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Michigan, 1970: Where are your horns?

BJ Diamond,
West Hartford, CT.

Just married, moved from East Coast to Midwest, found a job as an urban planner for the county. First woman in a professional position at the agency. The other women were administrative staff. I was always asked to fill in for them if they were short-handed (e.g., please get the coffee, please type this report/letter, etc.). My Star of David necklace caused a lot of whispering behind my back. Finally, when I asked what was going on, I was told they had never met a Jewish person before, and where were my horns.

Busing: white girl, black schools, lonely

Clara Silverstein,
Boston, MA.

As one of the white children in Richmond, Virginia in the 1970s whose family willingly participated in busing, I had few friends of any race. What we could have used at the time was leadership instead of racist rhetoric, white flight, and school administrators who cancelled all after-school activities. The possibility of an interracial dance horrified them. The longest-lasting lesson: Race is a malignant social construct. Many of us wanted to reach out to each other but generations of misinformation and mistrust stood in the way. I have written about my own experiences and also use my background to help teens of all races express themselves in writing – their struggles to fit in and find a place for themselves – when fear too often silences all of us.

I am buying what you’re selling.

Vicki DiPaolo,
Charleston, SC.

It is the basic instinct of survival that causes us to evaluate our environment and decide if what we see is helpful, benign, or dangerous. We don’t always get it right because ingrained thoughts are always right in today’s world. We began in communities where we all looked the same. If we came into contact with someone who looked different it usually meant one group would be taking what the other had and our very survival depended on keeping “ours”. Today’s world, including the last few hundred years, is totally different. World exploration has mixed cultures and in the beginning human rights were unheard of, it just wasn’t part of the picture. It was okay for one group to take others as slaves. It was okay to treat someone that wasn’t your class, race, or sex as subhuman. And the farther away from your mirror image the less human that individual was to you.
Leap into the second half of the 20th century. I wish that the love-in of the 60’s and 70’s where to bear fruit, and it has to some degree. We had varying success with race and sex issues. We cannot forget what others suffered to give us in law what we have now. It may not be in the real living world that we experience those rights but in written law the truth is spoken to declare what is morally right.
But the 1980’s gave birth to a badseed to counteract the fruits of the morally just. It began with a movie quote, “Greed is good.” It grew when people saw their homes not as a home but as something that could be bought and sold within months to get a bigger and bigger castle whether their family needed it or not. Soon the greed bug infiltrated our way of life. You didn’t work hard to get ahead, you worked “smart” in the free market of economy. Truth and the handshake deal were out, getting “yours” at any cost was smart. If you didn’t take advantage regardless of morals or law you were a chump. The rise of the Superstar who had no talent had arrived. Talent was out, fame was in.
White collar crime, street crime, crime against elderly and children. All at first shocked, then became commonplace. And who do we blame? Why going back to our most basic instinct of survival, we blame those most unlike ourselves. The rich blame the poor and middleclass who are lazy and steal everything they can get their hands on. The poor blame the middleclass who they can see firsthand, enjoying their homes, cars, and all the fun things a credit card can buy. And the middleclass blame the poor who they can see and will attack and kill the middleclass group to take their belongings. Middleclass blacks, whites, Mexican, and Asians will band together as a group to protect their community. The same is true for the rich and the poor. When the economic group becomes unstable the ethnic difference will become more important. And what of the elderly? Unless the noble virtues return and life’s knowledge becomes an access I feel that the greed on which our society is based on will make the elderly seen as taking up more than they give. Since no one sees their own time will come, social security and any safety net for the aged will be reduced and the nursing home will be a true nightmare.

What does this all have to do with Race? And what does “I’m buying what you’re selling.” mean? It’s that when we allow greed to rule our behavior, that we use intimidation to get what we want we have to be prepared for the doublesword of our behavior. I am a nurse. I care for people who for the most part have little financial strength. I see many spectrums of how people deal with their economic status. My favorite patients, of course, are pleasant, say please and thank you, and don’t blame me for being sick. In turn I respond to their needs as quickly as I can, say please and thank you, and don’t blame them for having to work to support myself and family. The worst patient is intimidating, sometimes physically, but mostly verbally or in by implying a financial threat of job loss or suing. Most people fall in the middle of these too groups, unfortunately, closer to the intimidating.

They say that all the world is a stage and we are all actors. Then your costume is what you choose to presentyourself. Yes, this is your clothing. But your presence, your mannerisms say much more. Unfortunately, greed has inspired the popularity of the person who takes whether they deserve or not. The ability to lash out physically gains respect. Images are shown on Facebook, Twitter, etc. boasting fights or outright assaults. A gaudy amount of riches is displayed by every level of society. And all of this is seen as normal. It makes me sad. And hopeless. Because all of this behavior is happening in the day to day lives of people who don’t watch PBS. And how many people will take the time to read what I’ve written in the age of Twitter? Still, I’ve written down what I believe is the beginning of an idea. And isn’t it better than not at all.

The ‘Whitest’ Black Guy I Know

20121212_183929Leon Anderson Davis,
Dallas, TX.

This is by far the most offensive compliment I can be given. I have heard it since my early teens, growing up in suburban Dallas. Somewhere around the age of 25, I realized that this statement presupposed that being intelligent and well spoken were attributes of white people, and that I should be flattered to be considered on the same level. I also realized that it implies, of the person uttering it, a historical reference that A) is heavily influenced by pop culture, and B) stops in 1970. Anyone with a knowledge of history, pre-disco and blaxploitation flicks, is aware that being educated and well spoken were common values and aspirations in the black community. I am not, nor do I aspire to be, MTV’s version of a black man in America.

Lily White, but not an Intolerant

Leslie Troyer,
Sammamish, WA.

I was raised in a very WASP’ish environment. There was very little opportunity to interact with people of color or alternative life styles. When opportunity did present I focused on the situation, not what the person looked like. In High School, I worked for a woman while working on a charter fish boat, then a native American when moving to commercial fishing.
My tolerance was tested the first year of collage when the luck of the draw gave me a Gay dorm roommate. This is in the 70’s when it was still socially unacceptable. I’m sure I could have demanded and changed rooms but as long as he didn’t make a pass at me I could respect him for who he was, not who he slept with. After the first year we each went our own way, but we remained friends for the rest of our time at College.
As I reflect on tolerance one of the biggest blunders, is believing for way too long that the race problem was “solved” following the 60’s and the riots around the country driving new legislation supporting equal rights. Maybe it was wishful thinking or maybe it is naivety. I had hoped/thought race relations were improving overall, but the recent round of race issues in the county has raised awareness that people are being subjected to abhorrent discrimination just because the color of their skin despite laws to the contrary.
My philosophy on race and tolerance was formed by ML King – if I need to judge someone (and I find that un-necessary most of the time) It will be based on the content of their character not the color of their skin or bedroom preferences.

First I am Black, not Female

Alma Scott-Buczak,
Cliffside Park, NJ.

I was in the first class of women to attend Lafayette College in Easton PA. It was also the first class to have a concentration of more than 20 students of color. Over the past 40 years I have often been asked to reflect on my experiences as one of the first women. For me that was a non-issue. It is my experiences as a first in my family to graduate from college, low income, scholarship black girl that were especially relevant and formative to who I have become. For me going to Lafayette in 1970 was first about being Black at a very white college and only then about being female.

No black people in your car.

Cynthia Cahoon
Moyock, NC

In 1970, I was a junior in high school and new to that school. As a member of the drama team, I made friends with Julia and Carlton and friends ere few and far between when you’re new. Since I had a car, after school and before drama practice, I would drive my friends to the nearest store for snacks. Somehow my parents found out my friends were black. I was threatened with the loss of car privileges if I ever let a black person in my car again. “What would people think?” I cried for hours. How could I tell some of the best friends I had made in my new environment that I could not be friends with them, only because of their skin color? It was a life- changing moment for me.

I’m sorry, we don’t hire women

Pam Cunningham
Lexington, SC

This is what I heard in 1970 in my Senior year at Virginia Tech about to receive my degree in math when I interviewed with John Hancock and Shell Oil. You say race, do you think you are the only ones discriminated against? When I first heard this I thought it was 6 words for anyone about anything but this seems to want only words about race. Maybe other words will be book 2? When that happens what I really want to submit is “All my Heart and All my Soul” this is what I used to say to my son. It meant, “I love you with all my heart and all my soul” AMHAMS

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