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“I am proud, always will be.”

Mariah A. Humphrey,
Madison, AL

In my life, I’ve been a victim of racism but that never made me hate myself, my color, or my culture. I love my people and everything that we do from our food to the way we dress. But I know that’s not the case for everyone. Some people have experienced so much trauma that it creates hate for the thing they were hated for… Trying to find something to blame for their suffering. They feel as if they have to change themselves to not be “ghetto” or “ratchet”. That’s how hatred gets passed down from generation to generation. But, I will always love and eventually teach my children to love their color and embrace their heritage.

My children can never be president.

Barbara Lewis
Madison, AL

It has been said that one thing that makes this country great is that any child can grow up to be president. This is not true for my daughters. Because of the “natural-born” clause in our constitution, my daughters, who were born in China but legally adopted into the US by US citizens, can not be president. However, a child born in the US to parents who are in this country illegally can grow up to be president. Call me crazy, but this is just wrong.

We’re black. We love the outdoors

James Edward Mills,
Madison, WI.

On June 24,2013 Adina Scott made a satellite phone dispatch from 17,200 feet on Mount McKinley in Denali National Park. As part of the climbing team Expedition Denali, she and the 18 others had already spent a total of 16 days on the mountain and nearly a week camped at 14,200 feet. Now, they were making a valiant push toward the top. Speaking under clear skies, she was suddenly within striking distance of the highest peak in North America, a mountain also known as Denali.

“We’re super stoked to have a new view,” Adina said over the line. “It looks like you can touch the summit from here, but that’s just the Alaska scale talking. It’s still pretty far away.”

Despite the distance they had yet to travel, the team was thrilled to have come so far. If successful, they would be the first team of African-American climbers to reach the summit of Denali. But there was a greater goal for this group, led by the National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS). They aimed to change the face of outdoor recreation by demonstrating that despite low rates of participation among minorities in the United States, people of color have a vital role to play in the protection and preservation of wilderness.

Leaving behind the relative comfort of their camp, the team was on track to reach their goal. Well-acclimated and strong, they hauled their heavy packs and sleds across the West Buttress. They climbed over ice and snowfields to ascend a particularly difficult rock section and a dangerously exposed knife-edge ridge. Though exhausted from the long day’s journey, they cheerfully settled into the familiar chores of melting water and cooking food. As they established their camp—more determined now than ever—all that seemed to stand between them and the summit was the weather.

“So far folks are tired but in good spirits and looking forward to hopefully getting a summit bid in the next day or two,” Adina said. “They’re projecting less wind in the near future. So hopefully we’ll be able to go ahead, get up and do our thing.”

Over the past 100 years, thousands of mountaineers have ventured into the Alaskan range to climb Denali. Named for an Athabaskan word meaning “the High One,” this incredible snow-capped peak measures 20,328 feet and is literally the highest physical point that anyone can reach in the United States. Since Alaska native Walter Harper first successfully summited the mountain on June 7, 1913, Denali has stood as a great symbol of skill and accomplishment among climbers. And as an icon of freedom, the mountain also represents the heights to which all people in America—regardless of their race or ethnicity—can aspire and perhaps attain.

Nestled at the heart of Denali National Park, this lofty peak is a geological testament to the broad notion set forth by the historian and novelist Wallace Stegner. “National Parks are the best idea we ever had,” he wrote. “Absolutely American, absolutely democratic, they reflect us at our best rather than our worst.” It might be said then that to climb Denali, to endure its bitterly cold temperatures and dizzying heights, is to seek out the very best that America has to offer.

Climbing mountains has long been a metaphor to illustrate the pain and struggle to achieve most any difficult-to-reach goal or objective. In 1964, during the most turbulent moments of the Civil Rights era—America at its worst—a Boeing engineer from Seattle named Charlie Crenchaw became the first African American to reach Denali’s summit. A member of the Seattle Mountaineers expedition, he defied the odds of the time to turn a dream into reality.

Ironically, Crenchaw was profiled in Ebony magazine a year earlier, along with a story in the same issue that featured Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s march on Washington. In his “I Have a Dream” speech, King proclaimed that our freedom as a nation and as individuals must be allowed to ring from the very heights of mountains across America.

“From every mountainside, let freedom ring,” he said on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial before 250,000 spectators.

“And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

“Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado!

“Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

“But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

“Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

“Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

Though he was speaking figuratively, at the time, those mountains were literally visited by only a select few. Though Crenchaw himself enjoyed the freedom and privilege of leisure time, disposable income, and few obligations, allowing him to climb in the Pacific Northwest, millions of African Americans in the South didn’t even have the right to vote. Discrimination at the time across the country limited black people’s freedom of movement. And racially motivated violence in remote locations far from home was a genuine and serious threat.

The generation of African Americans that followed Crenchaw largely fought not for the glory of reaching a high mountaintop, but for social advancements in an urban economy, things such as higher education, quality housing, access to investment capital for the creation of small businesses, and the right to fair and unbiased representation in the legal system. This generation of young men and women was raised with the social imperative to become doctors, lawyers, and entrepreneurs, not vagabond explorers seeking adventure. It’s no wonder that the dreams of many African Americans in the mid-1960s and early 1970s did not include time in nature.

We must not underestimate the symbolic importance of the Expedition Denali mission. This historic climb stands not as a grand gesture of personal achievement, but rather a sincere expression of welcome. This team of black climbers and their supporters are extending an invitation to all people, particularly minority youth, to experience true freedom, to go out and explore the divide between mediocrity and excellence, the boundary between the many who play it safe and the few who push beyond their limitations to achieve great things in the natural world. It’s the line each of us must cross to fulfill our dreams, no matter how foolish or frivolous—a treacherous expanse called the adventure gap.

The members of the Expedition Denali team aim to reach across this gap to connect with Crenchaw’s legacy and inspire one of their own. Year after year, statistics reveal that relative to their percentage of the U.S. population, African Americans are least likely of all ethnic groups to engage in outdoor recreation, to be members of environmental protection groups, or to pursue careers in wildlife management. Blacks are under-represented among visitors to national parks. Few African Americans become professional athletes in rock climbing, mountain biking, kayaking, or downhill skiing. And in the multi-billion dollar outdoor industry, including makers of adventure clothing and equipment, the number of black senior executives can be counted on the fingers of one hand.

NOLS aims to change that. This institution of high-altitude learning based in Lander, Wyoming, recognizes that its own long-term success depends on serving the needs and interests of the population as a whole, not just the white, socially mobile, well-educated, and affluent individuals that have traditionally made up its staff, faculty, and student body. NOLS and many other environmental organizations like the Sierra Club, the Wilderness Society, and NPCA have consciously worked for years to broaden their constituency by building inclusiveness into their mission.

As the U.S. population shifts to a non-white majority, as predicted to occur in 2042, emerging communities of black and brown people across the nation will ultimately elect politicians, enact legislation, and allocate state and federal funds to protect the environment. Or perhaps they won’t. Unless action is taken today to build substantive relationships with people of color and emphasize the importance of our common love and appreciation for nature, it is very unlikely that future generations will want to protect it.
On June 26, two days after Adina Scott’s phone call, the Expedition Denali team made a bid for the summit.

“We woke up to some gorgeous weather and we were looking pretty lucky,” said team member Erica Wynn. “As we were heading up Denali Pass, everything was going smoothly. But as we started moving forward, the weather started acting up. We had a lot of wind and snow.”

The team soldiered on. As luck would have it, the weather gradually began to clear as they moved further and further up the mountain.

“We made it to the Football Field which is right before Pig Hill, which would have led up directly to the summit,” Erica said. “It was looking really nice. Then all of sudden clouds rolled in and we had thunder and lightning strikes.”

The Expedition Denali team, along with more than 40 other climbers, made an immediate retreat.

“I think at this point we were at 19,600 feet. We were really, really close, but we had to turn around,” Erica said. “People on Pig Hill heading for summit started turning around. There were about 60 people on the mountain that day. So we turned around and went as fast as we could back down toward Denali pass.”

With only three days remaining on the permit for their expedition, the team unfortunately had to make their way back to their camp at 14,000 feet. Other climbers that turned around included leading high-altitude mountaineer Conrad Anker; his son Max Lowe, a National Geographic Young Explorer; and best-selling adventure writer Jon Krakauer, author of the book Into Thin Air. Disappointed but not discouraged, the team members were each very grateful to have made the attempt and to return home safely with an exciting story of adventure to share.

“We didn’t get that picture on the summit. But I like this story better,” said team member Scott Briscoe. “I’m almost glad we didn’t summit.”

The goal of Expedition Denali was never just to reach the top of a high mountain. Upon returning home to their communities across the United States, members of the climbing team will share their experience at elementary schools, churches, professional gatherings, and historically black colleges. Armed with a documentary film and a non-fiction account of the journey published by the Mountaineers Books they’ll demonstrate beyond any doubt that there are literally no heights in American society that African Americans and other ethnic minorities cannot reach. Their stories will illustrate once and for all the fact that people of color have forever played a vital role in the world of adventure. And though there are many who may have never heard of Charlie Crenchaw, Expedition Denali will encourage a new generation of black explorers to cross the adventure gap and fully realize the dream, “From every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

This story by James Edward Mills originally appeared in the National Park Conservation Association blog Park Advocate on July 25, 2013

Amendment becomes law Crenchaw ascends Denali

James Edward Mills,
Madison, WI.

On this date 51 years ago the Civil Rights Act of 1964 (enacted July 2, 1964) was signed into law. In a White House ceremony in the presence of Martin Luther King Jr and other dignitaries President Lyndon Johnson administered the passage of legislation that ended legal discrimination in the United States once and for all. Though the struggle for racial equality in this nation would continue for decades later this newly enacted law would set in motion the dreams and aspirations of African-American men and women to reach new heights of achievement.

It’s important to acknowledge that at the very moment this historic event occurred an African-American climber named Charles Madison Crenchaw was making his way across Karstens Ridge en route to the summit of Mount McKinley, the tallest peak in North America, also known as Denali. As a member of the Seattle Mountaineers climbing team he would reach the highest physical point in the United States seven days later on July 9, 1964. Within one week of its passage the literal intent of the Civil Rights Act was realized when a black man successfully ascended to the top his country.

The story of Charles Crenchaw is profiled in the forthcoming work of historical nonfiction The Adventure Gap by James Edward Mills and The Mountaineers Books. http://www.theadventuregap.com

Playing by everyone’s rules is exhausting

Anonymous,
Madison, WI.

To Fred down the street I’m half-Asian; to Nick the bus driver I’m from southern France; Veronica thinks I’m obviously Native; McKayla says I’m White; to Esme I look like one of those pochos who thinks he’s too good to be associated with “them.”

Sometimes it’s okay for me to talk about my experiences, but usually no one wants to hear it because I’m automatically wrong. I can’t know what it’s like to be stared at in public, for instance, because I don’t look non-White enough. Never mind that I get stares and rude looks not just at the grocery store, but at the mercado too.

No one wants to hear it so I keep my mouth shut and do my best to accommodate them. It’s not so much that I think they know more about my experiences than I do, but that the people in this state generally aren’t ready for such conversations. Also I value my time too much to give someone who I’m never going to see again a talking to about how not to be a dic*.

Everything’s so black and white here, that those of us who don’t fit so neatly into one of two categories are used to being scrutinized for every little thing we do. If we rightly take pride in our non-White ethnic and/or racial heritage, we’ll have to continually defend ourselves against the people who tell us we’re too White; if we give in and try our best to assimilate, then we’ll have to defend ourselves against the hordes of people who ask us why we’re so ashamed of our non-White heritage.

Much like cuttlefish, many of us change our skin when the need arises, to prevent something bad from happening -by “bad” I mean that unbearably awkward moment when someone tells you that you can’t be “Hispanic” because you look too “American” (or that just as intolerably awkward moment when someone tells you to buck up because other people have it worse). We get a lot of flak for that too. It’s not my fault I was born this way; no es mi culpa haber nacido al otro lado del Bravo. By the same token, it’s not my fault that you don’t understand and probably never will.

Ya se despide este pocho, hasta luego y ay los watcho.

Seeking humanism mutuality commonality above all

Pajarita Charles,
Madison, WI

My life as a white, middle-aged, educated, and otherwise very privileged member of society has left me seeking opportunities to find the simplicity of connection that can exist between myself and those different from me, those different by virtue of race. White women and black men — two groups who our country has pitted against each other since we brought slaves to this land — stand out in such interactions. Our job – my role – is to find humanity, mutuality, and commonality in everyday interactions with those who our society has taught us are less then. How do we find that element of connection? Of respect? Of honesty? Of truth? But at the basic core, most importantly, of humanness?

I sat down at a table in the airport. No one else there but a black man eating his lunch. I was there to do the same. I looked over and asked, “How’s your day going so far?” A simple question but one that opened up a 45 minute discussion about my work, my life, his work, his life, and their connection. He spent 15 years in prison; I spent 15 years working to support fathers in prison. I asked him questions, he asked me questions. We shared. We found a place of humanness. Can this bring us to a different and better place? One that is for everyone equally? Mutuality, humanity, commonality.

White female learning curious appalled privileged

Sue Carlson,
Madison, WI

The last couple years have been eye-opening. I’ve learned to listen and observe much more carefully rather than just asking people about their experiences. I’m glad the topic of race is discussed so much more openly now and that I’ve had wonderful people around me to support my learning and to call me on my privilege. I’ve also gotten better at being with the discomfort that comes with some of these discussions.

What if this climber were Trayvon

KaiLightner001James Edward Mills,
Madison, MI.

At the young age of 14 Kai Lightner is doing amazing things in the world of sport climbing. In the spring 2013 he ascended exceedingly difficult routes that included Southern Smoke (5.14c) and Transworld Depravity (5.14a) in the Red River Gorge of Kentucky. On the same two-week road trip he climbed Proper Soul (5.14a) in the New River Gorge of West Virginia. I wrote about him in the August/September issue of Rock & Ice magazine. And in August of last year Kai took his fourth champion title at the national Sport Climbing Series in Atlanta, Georgia. He earned a spot on the US team to compete at the Youth World Sport Climbing Championship in Vancouver, British Columbia. He finished fourth.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” Kai told me in a phone conversation. “Ever since I started climbing I’ve always wanted to be in a world championship. The fact that I got to compete in it was really overwhelming.”
With the support of his mother Constance Lightner, a professor of Mathematics at the University of North Carolina Fayetteville, Kai is on track to fulfill one of his life’s ambitions. After many years of hard work and discipline he’s earned the respect of his coaches, teammates, fellow competitors and a few journalists. Smart, articulate, polite and a straight-A student this young climber epitomizes the very best that America’s young people have to offer. Kai is a fine example to represent his country in a world-class competition. But unfortunately these are character traits that many in our society refuse to see.
In the fall of 2013 while traveling through Washington DC on one of many weekend road trips Kai and his mom Connie stopped at a gas station to refuel and use the restroom. On the way out of the facilities Kai was physically accosted by an attendant, frisked and accused of stealing. With no evidence of wrong doing the boy was released to run back to his car reduced to tears.

“Anyone that knows my son knows that he is a mild-mannered, respectful kid, that’s always maintained an A average in school,” Connie recounted on Facebook. “Despite these facts, his physical attributes (race and size) in the past have type-cast him.”

From a very young age Connie has taught Kai to comport himself in a manner void of anything that may be perceived as aggressive or threatening. Tall for his age but slightly built, like a climber, it’s hard to imagine Kai as anything but gentle and kind. But there are people who will never see past the color of his skin. It’s these people who will ascribe to this talented young man all manner of horrible attributes and character deficiencies to perceive him as a threat. Without knowing anything about him, there are those who could falsely identify Kai as a menace to society, person that should be treated with suspicion or even violence. That’s what happened to a young black man two years ago in Sanford Florida. His name was Trayvon Martin.

As he walked home to his father’s house in a gated community Trayvon was accosted by a neighborhood watch volunteer armed with a handgun. George Zimmerman believed that he did not belong there and challenged his presence. Blows were exchanged and shots were fired. Trayvon was killed. In a sensational trial that drew national attention Zimmerman was acquitted of murder. And when news organizations reported the verdict many across the nation were outraged to learn that a man could kill an unarmed teenager and be allowed to go free. Black mothers of young sons began to worry.

“As the mom of an African-American boy, incidents like the gas station and the Martin case scare me,” Connie wrote on Facebook. “Do I tell my son to defend himself if he feels threatened? To run? I understand that for some, if you have never experienced similar scenarios, you may not understand. For me, it’s not anger, it’s fear.”

And now she can add to that fear the very real possibility that should her child ever be injured or even killed by a person carrying a gun who feels threatened by a black teenager will be acquitted of the crime. There are many people in the world today who would look at Kai Lightner and never assume that he’s a A-student and a national sport climbing champion. Among the first African-Americans ever to represent the US in a world climbing competition it’s heartbreaking to know that we live in a nation where some individuals are prepared to shoot first and ask questions later. And worse, our court system will fail to hold them accountable.

But Connie takes comfort in the fact that Kai has always been supported and encouraged throughout his career as climber. Since the age of seven he’s had every opportunity to excel in the sport he loves.

“I am fortunate that my son is surrounded by a rock climbing community that has never seen race,” Connie wrote. “Despite being a predominantly white sport, he has never felt different or outcast despite the fact that he is usually the only black person at events. My fear is that outside of this community, his reality is very different.”

That’s likely true of most African-American youth. It’s possible though that many might find the same safe and supportive place among the community of climbers and adventurers as Kai did. But when we choose the assume the worst of the young people in our midst we put them dangerously at risk.

Just as the gas attendant believed Kai was a thief Zimmerman assumed Trayvon was up to no good in a neighborhood where he didn’t belong. If Kai and Trayvon’s positions were reversed how likely would the outcomes have been different. If Kai were Trayvon on a Florida street instead of a Washington D.C. gas station, all other things being equal, would he have also been killed? It’s difficult to imagine the future of such a talented and bright young man snuffed out in an instant. But today Trayvon’s mother can only wonder what her son might have become.

But for Kai Lightner a whole world of opportunity is open to many possibilities. As a climber he can go as far as his talents and his ambitions will carry him. And in the outdoor industry, a global business that has so much to offer aspiring young people, it’s important for us as conscientious adults to do all that we can to encourage these under-represented boys and girls to seek out and explore as many expressions of their skills and abilities as they possibly can. We must learn to see in them the incredible potential to not only meet but exceed our best expectations to grow and build a bright future beyond our wildest dreams.

Crenchaw climbs Denali realizes King’s dream

James Edward Mills,
Madison, WI.

Fifty years ago this summer in 1964 Charles Madison Crenchaw became the first African-American to climb to the summit of Mount McKinley, the tallest peak in North America. Also known as Denali this peak represents the highest physical point that anyone can achieve in this country. And as metaphor of freedom, this seminal moment in history beautifully illustrates the references to mountains alluded to in Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I have a dream” speech.

“This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.” And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

When Ebony magazine published the story of the March on Washington in November 1963 the same issue included a feature on an aspiring black mountaineer named Crenchaw. King’s speech may well have inspired this little known climber to reach for and achieve the summit of Denali just a year later. As it happens Crenchaw reached the top of America just seven days after the Civil Rights Amendment was signed into law.

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Tennerican Asian passes on only Asian

Me-and-the-kidscroppedRosita Gonzalez,
Madison, WI.

I am not who I seem. Roads converged to make me a person of three races, of which only one sticks. My children only identify with the one that sticks. But I cannot tell them much about that race that defines them. I blog about it to examine and heal both their wounds and mine. (http://mothermade.blogspot.com)

Dr. King’s photo behind (a) folding door.

Judy Seymour
Madison, WI

I grew up upper class white outside New Haven, CT.  ‘Bill’ and ‘JB’ cleaned my parents’ house for ‘Mrs. Seymour’, my mother.  My mother hung a calendar photo of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. on the wall behind a folding door between our kitchen and family room that was only closed/unfolded by Bill or JB.

I sat in my family room not 10 miles from race riots, unscathed, reading the Autobiography of Malcolm X.  When Bill and JB came to clean, I ran to my room and hid in shame.

Read more about this essay @Your Stories (this link will take your to Michele Norris’s official website)

 

Race should not be that hard.

IMG_1105Gabriel Rouse,
Madison, WI.

I’ve always felt like race is a simpler issue than we as humans like to make it. Why can’t everybody love everybody? Have you ever seen a real young kid discriminate? The picture is my best friend of all time and I when he visited me this summer; he lives in Chicago and that’s the only time I get to see him. Race has never meant anything to us, we’re just brothers.

I’m not just a white girl

prom-2014Madison,
Laguna Niguel, CA.

People usually assume I’m white because that is the color of my skin and I have red hair. My paternal grandmother is first generation Sicilian. My father has dark Italian skin and my mother has light skin. My paternal grandmother has red hair and passed it on to me, so no it is not an Irish thing.

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