What ever happened to midnight basketball?
The Race Card Project
By Michele Norris
Poloko,
South Africa.
We need to come together and fight crime not one another. This is no longer our world, we will die and leave the young lost and with hatred let us Love
I suppose I have been pondering my Race Card (TM) entry for a few months. When I read the comments of Michael Sam’s father (Michael Sam Sr.) about his disappointment in his son for being gay, I was nearly in tears, as it reminded me of my own coming out with my family (namely my parents) and among my larger family, my fellow Black Americans. Mr. Sam (Sr.) was disappointed in his only son to attend college and whom will likely have a very positive impact on his family and society. Similarly, many of the men in my extended family have been incarcerated, fathered fatherless kids, dabbled in drug addiction, and crime. I have been fortunate to have achieved the highest level of education in my family (MBA/JD), I am a partner at a large Ohio law firm, I volunteer extensively and mentor many young black youths/young professional, but I still sense the immense disappointment and judgment from many in the Black community in general, and from my father in particular. My 6 words captures my personal struggle with being Black and gay.
Eric
Chesapeake Beach, MD
1974, I was 14 years old; my dad was in the Army, we were moving to Ohio from Weaver, Alabama. The house we lived in we rented. The owner was selling the house and the realtor was in the driveway talking to my dad one day. The neighbor came over to see what was happening. He was a State Trooper, when he heard the house was up for sale he told the realtor “If you sell the house to a n***** I will burn it down.” Then he walked away. Stuck with me for all these years, a police officer, wasn’t he supposed to protect everyone?
Bankole,
West Chester, PA.
Why?
Why do you hate me?
Why is my existence considered a pestilence in your eyes?
Why do you kill me?
Why do you murder my sons and tarnish my reputation?
Why do you rape my wives and daughters?
Why do you take from me and call it emancipation?
“You hate me don’t you?
You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my culture.”
You love to see me down,
you pick me up only to toss me to the ground.
Why you over-work my mommy?
Why you take my daddy from me?
Lars Engström,
Sverige.
In the US people share the same language, religion, and culture. So why this race-awareness, to use a less incendiary label? In Sweden the issue is hardly about racism. Those “others” are mostly fresh to this country. I’m just shy of 50. As young, there were no immigrants in my class, none in the entire school, and nobody in my district at all. 40 years later virtually all people in my district are recent immigrants from all corners of the world. Some 90% of colleges at work has a foreign name, and speak with coworkers and costumers in strange languages. Am I a racist, for feeling like a stranger in my own country now (in the words of a friend from Morocco,,,)? Anywhere in Sweden is the same. Foreign languages, foreign food, cars with foreign license plates, beggars lining the streets, exploding numbers of homeless people, increased crime rates, religious terrorist acts, and so on. The changes are going at a lightning speed. Will these newcomers be able to pick up enough sense, and carry on the heritage, or will I end my days in a nation turned to an Islamic dictatorship. I feel lonely and scared. Should I emigrate?
Christian Hunter,
Shreveport, LA.
A lot of guys at school try to ask me out and they don’t understand why I say no. Is it such a crime to want to focus on school first? It’s hard for a person my color to succeed and I’m just trying to beat the statistic. So excuse me if you are offended by my no. You just want to distract me from my goals and waste my time and time is something I don’t have.
Molly Wanless
Chapel Hill, NC
To develop and maintain respect in my middle school English classroom, I teach that there are many “right ways” to talk and write. With technology and society being what they are today, no one owns or “rules” the conventions of our language. My students understand that their language and mine are adaptive, and that it’s an asset if you know how to talk to different people in different settings for different purposes, rather than a curse or something to be ashamed of.
What is uhmm…
Race is uhmm…
The thin line that
Blinds us,
Confines us,
Keeps us at home base.
If we cross that line
It’s a crime,
No matter the time;
Society will put us back in our place.
But what is uhmm…
Race is uhmm…
The thing about which we sing
Old negro spirituals
And perform rituals
With hopes of hearing freedom ring.
“Swing low, oh sweet chariot…”
And take us in the direction of Harriet
As she lays tracks to the underground railroad;
The underground’s *real* road to freedom.
But what uhmm…
Do we need freedom from?
Race is uhmm…
A curse that’s placed on all races
And plagues all people
In all places.
It’s a spell that enlarges our differences
To a magnitude so great
We can never see similarities;
Hence we learn to hate.
But from whence uhmm…
Did this hatred come?
Race is uhmm…
Here to stay unfortunately.
It’s forever usurping the sanity
Of humanity;
Disrupting our harmony
And clarity.
And as brother Shabazz said
Long before his last breath;
Like freedom,
The price of
Race is uhmm…
Death.
When I first moved to my new high school 15 minutes away from my hometown, I had no friends. I am now a senior in high school. I’ve met new people and made friends but, one thing that always comes up when someone is comfortable with me is the phrase, “I thought you were going to be a hoodrat when I first met you.” or “gangster” or “chola” because of where I live. Yes, I admit that where I live isn’t such a nice place. Just last week 2 kids my age where shot in a gang related crime. But, what I want people to understand is where I live does not define me. I am not a “hoodrat”, I am me.
Chase Linn,
Wayne State,
Detroit, MI
I am a college student at Wayne State University in Detroit. I live in a great neighborhood and feel safe everyday, yet every time someone hears I live in Detroit I get the same question.
Donna Corrigan,
Bloomingdale, IL.
People would not be so afraid of the changes happening with racial imbalance in our country if laws weren’t being broken, people weren’t coming illegally, committing crimes, selling drugs. Of course it’s not everyone! But there are make people afraid and that’s enough to cause prejudice. Fear promotes anger. Anger promotes bad behavior . . . . by everyone.
Taylor Jackson,
Tuscaloosa, AL.
The race card might come off as confusing since I am a white man and my race card has a different race in it, but I hear that phrase all the time these days and that is really sad that this generation has come to this when bad things happen around the country. I bring this up, because people of other races seem to think that just because I’m a white man, I will always have it better in life than most and I won’t face as many struggles as they will growing up. It’s not only sad but disappointing that this is attitude they have because of past actions that have happen lately.
This past weekend, a video surfaced around the country about 3 students getting tazed and beat by several police officers due to a noise complaint. If you have seen any of the 4 videos, you cant disagree with me when I say that the screams from the girl and the overall videos are just hard to watch and leave a bad taste in your mouth. I’m not bringing up this video to talk about the attack, but because I could not tell you how many times in comment sections on social media or people in person say, “At least they we not black” Black, white, blue, purple, I don’t care, we should not be in a state of mind where if some kind of police brutality happens, we need to be thankful the victims were not black so it doesn’t come across as racism for those people in the community. It’s just sad to see and hear and this needs to be an issue we should all put a little bit more focus on and try to fix the problem.
Being an almost 40 year old man from Chicago, I’ve always grown up with a melting pot of friends, acquaintances, co-workers. I do not judge anyone by their race – I will have an opinion based on how some present themselves to the world. If you have no respect and no manners for others, regardless of your race – how do you expect me to have any respect back? You look at me, and think that I somehow lead some sort of charmed life because I am a White man, where from my point of view, I have had less privilege because I am not a minority.
I had a rough split family life. I had trouble in school, but I still worked hard to make it through. There were no scholarships so that I could go to college just because of the color of my skin. I never got a job just because I was a white guy, and I see more and more that because companies want to be “Diverse” that that means – Look at any candidate but a White man. (And this was actually done for a high level position in my company). I have worked as hard as I could for every scrap I could get Usually surrounded by Minorities and Women, and still can’t get ahead – But I really try to never feel negative about it. I actually am a member of my company’s Black Business Resource Council, and our Diversity Council, because I truly enjoy working with, and learning from all of the people that I can – But I can also tell that people of different races look down on me, even as I try to engage – thinking I am not genuine. I grew up in diversity – and I hate the reverse racism that I am constantly faced with.
As I get older, it is more of a struggle to NOT succumb to becoming racist myself back at them. It is hard for me to understand how it is somehow all my fault because I am a White man. Black kids don’t apply themselves and do well in schools – It’s my fault as a white man, or because the white mayor doesn’t care about the Black kids – Not because the parents aren’t pushing their children. Black Kids shoot each other in their neighborhoods, and it’s my fault because I am a white man, not because their parents aren;t making sure they are in by curfew.
Can’t get a job? my fault because I am a white man, not because you present yourself like a thug or a hoochie girl.. Maybe if we just realized that we are all PEOPLE, going through the same struggles…That I had to go to the neighborhood Public School same as you. That I struggled in school – same as you. That I have struggled in work, just like you – I have been fired unfairly – just like you. I am scared of Cops – just like you. But instead of making an excuse out of any of it – I try to work harder, to find a better way, to be law abiding and respectful. To constantly improve, and to engage, and to see everyone as people just like me. I feel sometimes though, that no effort is made back towards me in return and I have to suffer the slings and arrows of History- Just because I am a White Man
Lynne Moffitt,
Virginia Beach, VA.
When I was living in Louisville, I came home from work and was mugged when I got out of my car. I had looked around before I got out and this nice young man was walking down the sidewalk. He looked like a typical University of Louisville student which was only blocks from my apartment. He didn’t speed up or slow down but we just naturally intersected when I got to the sidewalk. He told me not to say anything and I knew then I was being attacked. I screamed and he hit me in the face, knocked me down and stole my purse. Many of my neighbors came out to assist me and some even gave chase to my attacker but didn’t catch him. I noticed whenever I told the story I didn’t mention his race as it was not relevant but many people wanted to know it. As if that made any kind of difference. Mostly they asked, “was he black?” I don’t think anyone has ever asked if he was white or Hispanic or Asian. And were visibly disappointed when I would answer no since they wanted to talk about how afraid we should all be of black young men. So I discovered that those who asked usually turned out to be racist. So now I use my story as a quick way of weeding out those I don’t wish to become closer with.
Happy Camper,
Fullerton, CA.
I don’t punish people for others’ crimes.
Felix,
USA.
I never owned a slave nor have I ever condoned slavery. My skin color does not make me guilty of any crime.