Claudia Rankine’s Citizen
As I was thinking of what to write for this post, I realized how brilliant the first dozen pages of Citizen are. Citizen is a work about racism and awareness of being different, which isn’t something that’s easy for everyone to understand. But Rankine starts Citizen with things that are all familiar at their roots: Thinking too much while trying to go to sleep. Awkward elementary school interactions. The feeling of affronts by friends. Sitting silently in your car.
The first few entries in this book are all still entries about race, but they’re entwined with incredibly relatable situations. This is a really clever way of imparting to the reader the way that these hurtful moments are inseparably wrapped up in everyday life.
If Claudia Rankine looked at my life, she’d see a whole lot of privilege. I’m not a minority, I haven’t faced a ton of adversity in my life, I’m of able body and mind, I’ve got a complete family, and I’ve been educated and employed without an extraordinary amount of effort. And, the most inherent mark of privilege: I don’t even think about it. I think that makes it more important for me to understand that not everyone’s life is like that, and that my accidental place gives me a unique vantage point to make injustice something that I notice, call out, and make sure I don’t contribute to. The barriers addressed by Claudia Rankine are being constructed by everyday occurrences. So, like Claudia Rankine, my job should be to seek out each individual bricklayer.Â

















