Racism or Distancing, Post MLK Day 2010

During a wide ranging conversation some days back with a few white friends spurred by our past Martin Luther King Holiday, an interesting comment was made. When we were talking about the Civil Rights Movement here in the United States, and the time that has since passed, one person thought that some minority groups still believe they are inferior.

I thought that was a funny observation, but after the conversation ran its course, I understood how and why the comment was formed. It is possible many who feel this way will take those beliefs feelings to their graves. We can make speeches, conduct marches, hold rallies, and pass laws. What we can not do is change the mindset of people most affected by these limiting beliefs.

It is my understanding that Share Cropping was ‘created’ when it became obvious that newly freed slaves were not emotionally or financially equipped to leave their old lives behind and go out into a mostly foreign world and create new lives. Newly freed Americans who knew little or nothing of life as independent persons. People who could go anywhere and do anything, did what most of us would do in the same situation. They reached out for the closest life to life before emancipation. It was a bad choice with little chance of success, but it was comfortable.

For any people having family members who were once not free to make their own choices about their lives, is a hard to understand those choices. For some people whose forbearers lived in those circumstances, life today is not too far removed from those times in their minds eye. Some of the older people alive today have almost firsthand knowledge of what life was like in those days. They were raised with limiting thoughts and feelings around them each and every moment. They were or are people not to likely to change their thinking.

Some more recent peoples coming to the United States feel as if they are shut out of main stream culture for other reasons. They may feel others think they are not ‘American’ enough by the standards of those around them. Some over compensate by going overboard on American culture. Others live deep within their old culture, or whatever adaptations of it exist around them in the United States. Others do their best to become part of American Mainstream as best they can.

Living apart from what some non-white Americans perceive as American Mainstream Culture, from my perspective is their view of American Mainstream culture does not exist anywhere other than the eyes of the beholder. American Mainstream, sometimes thought of as  ‘White Culture’ as some view it, is no more a cohesive group than people living above the Arctic circle with those living in the Amazon Rain Forests. Religion, perception, politics, nationality, and economics continue to fracture and reinvent the American Mainstream.

Not being outside of the ‘American Mainstream’, I can only give my impression of what it is like on the inside. I believe there is not much difference between being inside the American Mainstream and looking in at American Mainstream from a perceived outside view. Imagine living in New York, or any densely populated city with most of the population living somewhere between self sufficient and wealthy. Whatever city picked must have mass transportation as the major form of commute. Now place yourself in that population going and coming from work, shopping, and generally living in that city.

People appear to be insensitive, blunt, rude, all socially derogative behaviors one sees in a large city. That to me is a snapshot view of the American Mainstream. If you feel you are not part of the Mainstream, you probably are. If you feel like people ignore you, they probably do. If you feel that people are willing to take advantage of you, they probably do. Everything anyone considers roadblocks to joining ‘Mainstream America’ and their trying to be a part of it is likely true. Welcome to Mainstream America, you are likely experiencing life in the primordial plasma of the American Dream.

If you want to change Mainstream America, you have to get off the sidelines and join in. You can help shape the culture, thinking, and mannerisms of your community. You have to be willing to give of yourself for that to happen though. Programs all over your community need your help, and not just your money. If you don’t jump in make changes, don’t expect for change to happen. Join in and be an active part of the American Mainstream.

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Under fifty and making very mature choices

As a kid, I used to go to a YMCA camp for a few weeks at a time. I mentioned a little of those days in an earlier post, ‘Canoeing and decision making in the BWCA’. If you run a search at my blog for YMCA you will find it, or click on the link.

Camp was a place where everyone was made to feel special. The councilors and staff were very special people. They each had many gifts that apparently I lack. More likely I just would not have the patience to hone my skills day in and day out as they did at camp. They were our Mom’s, Dads, Teachers, and Baby Sitters twenty four hours a day, a week at a time. They took care of us kids – from all walks of life, different life experiences, needs, and problems. They did a spectacular job, and I admire them for what they did for all of us that were fortunate enough to attend their camp.

I was watching television last week (?), The Tonight Show. I rarely watch The Tonight Show, but there is a die hard Tonight Show fan in the house. If I am in the front room when The Tonight Show rolls around, I watch the show by default. I was doing something this particular night when Jay finished his monologue, and was talking with his guests.

Jay had someone on who has their own show, and they were discussing politics of course in a round about fashion. The talk turned to the presidential candidates and they danced around race without really naming race as an issue in the debate.

The guest, (wish I knew who he was, so I could give him credit) made an interesting observation from some data collection, or surveys, or other data mining. The guest said that there is division among voters that is driven primarily by age. The dividing line seemed to be around fifty years old. Americans over fifty were more likely to take race into consideration than younger voters who appear to be ignorant that the race of an individual might be taken into consideration of their ability to do a job.

Growing up as a kid, I experienced ‘The Pill’. The pill caused a huge ripple in society because for the first time in history it allowed women to be as sexually indiscreet as men if they so wanted to be. That was the biggest freedom to come into woman’s life in decades!

A few years later, and fortunately for me I was in my teens, the Woman’s Rights movement was in full swing, and burning bras became a national pastime for some women. As a teenager, I had no idea of the full impact of the movement, but I sure was a happy camper when I saw the first women walking down the street bra-less! That was about the extent of my understanding, and I did not realize the political overtones of her actions.

One summer at the YMCA camp we were in line to go swimming, and two boys were making fun of a third boy. One of the boys and the odd boy out were to tag up for safety while swimming, and I was to be the buddy of the other boy. I did not understand why they were making fun of him, but I said I would be his buddy. We hit it off, and we were swimming buddies all week long. There were a couple more incidents as I remember. The situation repeated itself with a few boys who were black the same summer.

Each time when I got home I would ask my parents why these boys were being singled out and teased. My folks would frown and look troubled as they thought out a good explanation. It was my introduction to the world of social presumed inequity and intolerance. It seems after watching Jay Leno the issue continues, at least for people over fifty.

I am glad I was there for, ‘The Pill, Martin Luther King, bra burning, equal rights, and every other social change that happened during those years. While it seems apparent that we as a generation did not cure ourselves of afflictions that should have been laid to rest years ago, our children thankfully have a more mature view of the world. I am happy I was a small part of that, even if only as a ignorant, ogling teenager.

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Dragons, Kings, and the gifts in our life

The first reporter on scene asked the King what happened, how did one of the most successful Kingdoms in the upper world collapse so quickly? The King though gravely wounded wanted to tell the story for others to learn from it and be prepared.

The King coughed and some blood sprayed, a servant wiped his mouth, and he started talking. When I was a young man, I came a cross a Dragon’s cave. I new of the dangers of either dealing with, or fighting with Dragons, but I was a young and and rash in my youthfulness. I came back to that cave entrance often, sometimes armed for battle,  sometimes dressed in finery for negotiating, but I never had the courage to enter the cave and search out the Dragon.

I was still a prince at that time, but the people of the Kingdom and the lands surrounding the Kingdom recognized that I seemed to have an uncommon wisdom. I convinced my Father the King to make small changes that really mattered little, but made the Peasants happy and they felt their life was better.

When I became King after my Father the King grew to old to rule with the vigor he once had, the people of my Kingdom wanted more. They were happy for the changes I made as a prince, but now that I was king, they thought I should be doing more. I was not sure what to do, but I felt it my obligation to do something.

I had a horse saddled and once more went riding across the country side. I determined that perhaps if the people in the Kingdom felt rich they would be content? I made small changes in the ruling of the Kingdom concerning money matters so everyone in the Kingdom would pay less in taxes. I secretly set up a rebate program so they would receive back varying amounts of money over time, so after a period of ten years they would be equally wealthy.

After some years went by, everyone was happy and the Kingdom was fruitful. People wore finery, and had nice homes to live in. Each thought they were just a little better than the people around them, but overall they tried to get along. Over these years though, a small thought held by one of the people started spreading through all the people.

The king coughed weakly, and a little blood flowed dribbled from the side of his mouth. A servant cleaned it away. One person a few years ago decided that the possessions and wealth were because he was a little more special than everyone else, and something he could not see was making sure he received just a little more than everyone else. It was not true, but he believed it

Of course this was not true, because it was my financial planning for the Kingdom that determined what each had received over the years. But that did not stop him from telling his neighbors that he was just a little better, and therefore had a little more than they did.

So the neighbors thinking it may be true, asked him where the extra came from? The peasant not really having a pat answer but needing a reason, decided to say the King had given him extra wealth and other valuable things. Most did not believe it, but a few did. Over the next decade I saw the Kingdom was split in half with people believing they had extra wealth that the King had given them.

This thinking among the people, with almost half of them thinking they were better than their neighbors was causing a problem. They wanted to prove they were wealthier than others, but when their wealth was counted they found this was not really true. This made them angry. Because they felt they were better than their neighbors. They started complaining that they all have the same amount of wealth and there was no way to show how rich they were. They must be poor and the King had used trickery and fooled them into thinking they were rich.

Things became worse in the Kingdom until the people were split in two angry mobs. One group was sure they were better because they were given extra, and the other group were sure that everyone was about equal, and no one was better off than the other.

A great war erupted, and there was terrible slaughter on both sides. After some days, the fighting slowed because there were no more people who had either not been in battle and were either wounded or killed.  The King finally met the Dragon he feared so greatly. As the King lay dying, the Dragon walked around the Kingdom collecting the treasure it had given out over the years to the People of the Kingdom. The Dragon had if one looked closely, tears in its eyes.

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