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«Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying 'I will try again tomorrow.'»
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Unlearning How White People Ask Personal Questions
http://www.samefacts.com/2014/05/culture-and-civil-society/unlearning-how-white-people-ask-personal-questions/
Holy shit. I have ALWAYS thought the people around me were being unconscionably intrusive and power-playing in their starter conversations and they told me I was antisocial and oblivious to culture norms. Turns out, maybe Iām just from a different culture.
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by Keith Humphreys - May 5, 2014 Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
When I met my fianceās African-American stepfather, things did not start well. Stumbling for some way to start a conversation with a man whose life was unlike mine in almost every respect, I asked āSo, what do you do for a living?ā.
He looked down at his shoes and said quietly āWell, Iām unemployedā.
At the time I cringed inwardly and recognized that I had committed a terrible social gaffe which seemed to scream āHey prospective in-law, since I am probably going to be a member of your family real soon, I thought I would let you know up front that I am a completely insensitive jackassā. But I felt even worse years later when I came to appreciate the racial dimension of how I had humiliated my stepfather-in-law to be.
For that painful but necessary bit of knowledge I owe a white friend who throughout her childhood attended Chicago schools in a majority Black district. She passed along a marvelous book that helped her make sense of her own inter-racial experiences. It was Kochmanās Black and White Styles in Conflict, and it had a lasting effect on me. One of the many things I learned from this anthropological treasure trove of a book is how race affects the personal questions we feel entitled to ask and the answers we receive in response.
My question to my stepfather was at the level of content a simple conversation starter (albeit a completely failed one). But at the level of process, it was an expression of power. Kochmanās book sensitized me to middle class whitesā tendency to ask personal questions without first considering whether they have a right to know the personal details of someone elseās life. When we ask someone what they do for a living for example, we are also asking for at least partial information on their income, their status in the class hierarchy and their perceived importance in the world. Unbidden, that question can be quite an invasion. The presumption that one is entitled to such information is rarely made explicit, but that doesnāt prevent it from forcing other people to make a painful choice: Disclose something they want to keep secret or flatly refuse to answer (which oddly enough usually makes them, rather than the questioner, look rude).
Kochmanās book taught me a new word, which describes an indirect conversational technique he studied in urban Black communities: āsignifyingā. He gives the example (as I recall it, 25 years on) of a marriage-minded black woman who is dating a man who pays for everything on their very nice dates. She wonders if he has a good job. But instead of grilling him with āSo what do you do for a living?ā, she signifies āWhatever oil well you own, I hope it keeps pumping!ā.
Her signifying in this way is a sensitive, respectful method to raise the issue she wants to know about because unlike my entitled direct question it keeps the control under the person whose personal information is of interest. Her comment could be reasonably responded to by her date as a funny joke, a bit of flirtation, or a wish for good luck. But of course it also shows that if the man freely chooses to reveal something like āThings look good for me financially: Iām a certified public accountant at a big, stable firmā, he can do so and know she will be interested.
Since reading Kochmanās book, I have never again directly asked anyone what they do for a living. Instead my line is āSo how do you spend your time?ā. Some people (particularly middle class white people) choose to answer that question in the bog standard way by describing their job. But other people choose to tell me about the compelling novel they are reading, what they enjoy about being a parent, the medical treatment they are getting for their bad back, whatever. Any of those answers flow just as smoothly from the signification in a way they wouldnāt from a direct question about their vocation.
From the perspective of ameliorating all the racial pain in the world, this change in my behavior is a grain of sand in the Sahara. But I pass this experience along nonetheless, for two reasons. First, very generally, if any of us human beings can easily engage in small kindnesses, we should. Second, specific to race, if those of us who have more power can learn to refrain from using it to harm people in any way ā major or minor ā we should do that too.
11.09.20 / rereading one of my favorite books on this peaceful friday afternoon. this is my happy place. it has been a tough week but iām glad i soldiered through. i got mildly sick on tuesday and itās still lingering though i am feeling better now. how was your week? ā”
01/10/2016 6/100 days of productivity Look at this lil baby helping me with flashcards!!
āµ 16.11.19// I think Iām gonna start dreaming of DNA helices at this point,,,, at least I have the cutest study buddy ever keeping me company :DD
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MONDAY 01 MAY 2017 -Ā someĀ one-page summaries that i do for every little topic per module, and a matching spread from last month!! feeling good n productive į( į )į
things are starting to kick-in around here! itās a little scary, and a lot overwhelming, but I wouldnāt have it any other way. Iām finally starting to find my routine; and even though change is constantly a fear in my life, for once Iām craving it.Ā itās comforting knowing that I have the capacity to change.Ā coming from the mindset I once lived in, these days seem more and more surreal as time passes on.Ā sometimes it still feels like dreaming. but no- this is my life now.
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Iām hoping someday maybe Iāll just float away And Iāll forget every cynical thing you said
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