Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Why White People Should be Screaming: Black Lives Matter


Recently, my church, Forest Hill Presbyterian has taken up the awkward, unglamourous, and arduous task of racial reconciliation. We have moved beyond the rose hued optimism of the world as it should be and began the longer journey through the world as it is, and for that I’m #proudtobeapresby.


Still, it’s a thousand mile journey from admitting white privilege exists to renouncing it as sin in direct conflict with Christian ideology. Even my black friends criticize when I wax poetic about Christians living up to our pedagogy (that’s for you, TT ;-)


“You want the white people that you go to church with to give up their privilege because it’s the Christian thing to do?” my bestie asks, incredulous.


“Yes.”


“I can’t even with you.” she’s laughing now. I laugh a little too.


But I’m serious as a heart attack.


What I’m suggesting is ludicrous, it’s crazy, no doubt.


But I’m not wrong.


White people should want to give up white privilege because it’s a BRIBE.


Whiteness itself is a created category that has been continually amended throughout history, as recently as 1920. The semantics have changed, but the game remains the same. In 1860, less than five percent of the population owned slaves. This included small landowners who had one to five slaves, Haitian and Caribbean immigrants who owned slaves, and large landowners like Colonel Joshua John Ward, who owned six plantations that kept over 1000 slaves each.


The rest of the people in the country, a motley crew of European immigrants, criminals, and whores, worked and lived in conditions slightly better than slavery. Many were indentured servants (read, temporary slaves) whose room and board equaled their paychecks. They sold themselves into lifelong slavery to ensure the freedom of their children.


These people who would today be called white were battle scarred. Many had escaped famine, religious persecution, and war in their own countries only to come here and immediately be subjugated by the wealthy and powerful elite.  Second and third generation immigrants had already been conditioned in the aftermath of Bacon’s Rebellion to tolerate a racially oppressive caste system.
Eighteen Sixty. Two hundred years of selective conditioning was in full effect. Five percent of the population controlled $3,500,000,000 worth of assets in the form of black bodies, and they all happened to live in the south. A national election was on the horizon. The Republican frontrunner was a Senator from New York (feel free to stop me when this starts to sound familiar).  Senator William H. Seward held the support of the Irish, a rapidly growing group of immigrants who were treated as second class citizens. He was running on a Black Lives Matter ticket, and he had been adamantly opposed to the Missouri compromise.


"there is a higher law than the Constitution" which should guide American actions regarding slavery”, he said.


Along comes a moderate lawyer from Kentucky. Fresh off of a failed bid for Senator, Abraham Lincoln offers both the southern democrats and his own party members a tempting bribe:


"We must not disturb slavery in the states where it exists, because the Constitution, and the peace of the country both forbid us — We must not withhold an efficient fugitive slave law, because the constitution demands it —
But we must, by a national policy, prevent the spread of slavery into new territories, or free states, because the constitution does not forbid us, and the general welfare does demand such prevention.”
--- Honest Abe, 1959
Yeah! Go Lincoln, it’s ya birthday-- wait, what?
All live(lihood)s Matter?
Well F@*$*~^%!
Republicans thought this more moderate take on slavery made Lincoln more electable (again, stop me if this sounds familiar)so he won the party nomination, and eventually the election.
The problem was, he only carried the free states.
The five percent of the population that had $3.5 billion worth of assets in the form of black bodies wanted to expand their wealth by expanding the slave trade into central and south America.
Slavery was, simply put, the economy of the future.
Although it was the basis through which 5% of the population was able to control 30% of the wealth, slavery was upheld as the very basis of white equality.
“Among us the poor white laborer is respected as an equal. His family is treated with kindness, consideration and respect. He does not belong to the menial class. The negro is in no sense of the term his equal. He feels and knows this. He belongs to the only true aristocracy, the race of white men. He black no masters boots, and bows the knee to no one save God alone. He receives higher wages for his labor than does the laborer of any other portion of the world, and he raises up his children with the knowledge, that they belong to no inferior cast, but that the highest members of the society in which he lives, will, if their conduct is good, respect and treat them as equals.”
- Joseph E. Brown, Governor of Georgia, 1861.
Our equals that make less money, have less food, work harder, and live shorter, more miserable lives, he meant to say. The myth of white equality was such a powerful bribe that a few wealthy elite were able to motivate their impoverished brethren to go to war for a policy that in no way served their own interests.
Have you ever worked at a job where they give you a title that comes with no raise? It’s like, congratulations! You’re a senior account executive now! You work the same amount of hours, make the same amount of money, still don’t get benefits, but-- you get a nameplate now!
The bribe of white privilege allows 5 percent of the population to send 259,000 men and boys to their deaths to fill their pockets. It allows debt peonage laws to enslave thousands of black and poor white men to coal mines and railroads from 1860 to 1940. It allows a mentally ill white girl named Carrie Bell to legally be forcibly sterilized in 1927, patient zero of over 60,000 black and white institutionalized Americans who were victims of eugenics policy. It allows six year old Jeremy Mardis to be shot and killed by police in Louisiana and have his justice depend on a body camera. It paints Dylan Roof as a disturbed young man and Ahmed Mohammed a terrorist. This is the price of privilege, and it is steep.
The bribe allows white victims of policy designed to oppress and subjugate black bodies as acceptable collateral damage. It tells modern day whites that the greatest threat to their society is the oppressed, not the oppressor. It claims, in fact, that they are the oppressors, that any act of insubordination or reneging on the bribe is tantamount to the destruction of the very fabric of society.
It tells you indentured servitude is a form of freedom, when it is a form of bondage.
It tells you minimum wage is not poverty, twenty cents an hour is a fair wage for prisoners, only corporations deserve welfare, one thousand citizens killed by police is an acceptable amount, that two fifths of the nation’s population surviving on less than a living wage is a free market, that the world is fair, the dream is real, and that anyone who says otherwise is a radical.
Take for example #blacklivesmatter, a hashtag born out of the frustration black people felt about continually being murdered by police and denied justice. Instead of seeing this as a rallying cry for Christians in the vein of Matthew 25:45, many whites saw it as a pseudo threatening call to arms.
#AllLivesMatter! They countered; the indentured servants blind to their own bondage.
Here’s the problem with #alllivesmatter: the value of a white life has never been in question. American whiteness itself only exists in superior juxtaposition to blackness, therefore the logical conclusion is not:
(Only) BlackLivesMatter
but
BlackLivesMatter (Too).
Selective justice for black Americans is a threat to all Americans. When human bodies are considered acceptable collateral damage in the effort to maintain an egalitarian and free society, freedom itself is an illusion.

Monday, November 23, 2015

An Apology to Readers (Both of You)


It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you...


There are times, dear readers, when I am silent not because I have nothing to say, but because I have too much to say. Times when so much is happening in the world that I barely have time to process information, let alone write about it.


The spring of 2010 was one of those times- National People’s Action was taking on the banks, BP was dumping thousands of gallons of oil into the Gulf of Mexico, birds were falling out the sky, and fish appeared belly up without explanation. I was convinced that the world itself was coming to an end.


I clung to CNN like a lifeline, certain that without the dulcet concerned tones of Anderson Cooper’s reporting, I too would float away in an ever increasing sea of willful ignorance.


Hello, my name is Ajah Hales, and I am a current events junkie.


When history is being made I have been known to go for days without food or sleep. If left unchecked, I start to lose the ability to have prosaic, sociable conversation. I have occasionally snuck onto the Twittersphere for a quick fix during church.


My addiction is shameless, insatiable. She has no preferred medium- internet, television, radio, print- all are acceptable. She devours tender tidbits of information until my brain is gorged and I crash, drooling, on the closest soft surface.


With (grudgingly accepted) help from friends and relatives, I begin to re-acclimate to the real world. Like a rocket, I’m burning on re-entry. Every television show triggers a diatribe against capitalist excess, economic injustice, structural racism. I can’t enjoy a sandwich without wondering whether the lettuce came from China  or Spain and how much oil it took to get it to my bun.


People ask me about sports or Kardashians and I am enraged, disappointed, then finally resigned.


And in that resignation comes a kind of peace. An understanding that self-sabotage is the greatest global commodity, and that by indulging my obsession I am another willing participant, that by sequestering myself I grow the divide between me and those I wish to influence.


There is a heavy dose of arrogance and a smattering of psychosis in trying to understand the world. Life, in all its profundity is too big for mere mortals, yet every so often I find myself living in what I have come to think of as ‘the times’- the times that people will talk about and study centuries from now, no doubt with incredulity.


These are the times by which history will condemn us, and I cannot help but try to comprehend them.


These are the times of chainless slavery, unspoken apartheid, selective bigotry, blatant xenophobia, intellect shaming, war mongering, resource raping, distract-distract-distract from what’s behind the curtain, and when our grandkids ask what the hell were we thinking, we will be forced to tell them honestly, we weren’t.


I refuse to accept that outcome. Two Fridays ago, I was blessed to see Angela Y. Davis at Case Western Reserve University’s Social Justice Institute 3rd Biennial Think Tank (Fo’ FREE!) and she said words that spoke to my soul.


“I am done with accepting the things I cannot change, and instead focusing on how to change the things I cannot accept.”


Two days before that Dan Price was on the Daily Show with Trevor Noah explaining how his values led him to giving up his million dollar salary so that all his employees could make a fair wage. Minimum wage at Gravity Payments is now $70,000 per year.


Yes, Lawd, Yaaaaaaaaasssssssssss!


I’m happy dancing in my pajamas because finally someone else is my kind of crazy. Oh, and he’s not hard to look at, either.


Then Angela Davis stares directly into my soul (or maybe my fro, I was pretty far in the back), and dares me to change the world.


“Being a radical,” she explains to an eleven year old girl, “is about trying to understand things at their root.”


So here I stand, trying desperately to understand the root of “that force of human nature that causes us to crave plunder” as Ta-Nehisi Coates so eloquently stated.


I don’t have all the answers, but I did come to a conclusion:


It is our indifference, more than our greed, which allows us to sustain systems of oppression home and abroad.


Those who are determined to plunder are dangerous, but few. It’s us, the indifferent, petty, easily distracted masses, that unwittingly offer our heads for the wool to be put over.


It is our own refusal to admit difficult truths, our determination to avoid conflict rather than resolve it, that keeps us in a hell of our own making.


I refuse to die a coward, and to live as one would be a death of the soul.


Hoarding current events instead of sharing them is an act of cowardice, one of which I am guilty, and for that, I apologize.


I may not have many readers yet, but for the people who do take the time to read what I have to say, I sincerely regret doing you such a disservice.


I thought that I should think things through on my own, process them, and then write about them. I was wrong. We should be processing together, learning together, interacting, discussing, disagreeing and problem solving together. The thing about bravery is, it’s a lot easier when you’re not going it alone.


I know I let you down, but I promise to make it up to you. I’ll never leave again. I won’t shy away from how I really feel, and I promise not to hold back the difficult truths. Fair warning:


The truth may set us free, but first it’s going to hurt like hell. But don’t worry. We’re in it together.


I may not be able to change the world, but if enough of us commit to changing our own little corner,

Yes, WE can.