Thursday, November 10, 2016

The Humanity of Donald Trump

I always try to remember that everyone was once a baby, new to the world, deserving of all of the love we can give. This goes for everyone, even Donald Trump. He’s a person, and I don’t want to forget his humanity, no matter what his presidential campaign has done or what his administration does.

I am concerned about what will happen in President Trump’s administration. The racism, sexism, ableism, Islamophobia, etc. of Trump’s campaign should be causes for concern. The history of Vice President-elect Mike Pence’s treatment of LGBTQ folks is very troubling. Trump has the public persona of a bully, and that is very worrying. Yet, one moment gives me hope. I watched the first season of The Apprentice, and I caught parts of the show over the next few seasons. At the end of Season 4, there seemed to be a good case for both of the finalists. Trump chose Randal Pinkett, but then he said he could be convinced to also hire the runner-up, Rebecca Jarvis. He gave Randal the choice, but Randal said there should only be one hiring that day. Now, maybe I’m giving too much credit it here, and of course this is ripe for critique of the gender and race implications when Trump asked a black man to share the win with a white woman. Still, this seems like a moment of humanity out of Trump. He was willing to say there doesn’t have to be just one winner. He was willing to put aside the way things were done to allow for a little more inclusion. Again, maybe I’m being too generous, and maybe I’m naive, but this is the moment I keep coming back to as a source of hope that maybe Trump’s administration will be okay. I’m still worried. There’s still much work to be done. But losing hope and losing humanity would be disastrous, and perhaps this moment in Trump’s life can remind us of both.

Monday, November 7, 2016

On Trump and the Culture of Racism

I remember the first time I heard the word "nigger." (I'll henceforth refer to it as "the n-word" because I do not feel comfortable saying the word, nor do I think I should say the word. I only used it in that first sentence for the sake of clarity.) I was on the school bus in my nearly all-white small Ohio town headed to Kindergarten. Yes, that's right -- Kindergarten. I was five years old, and another white kid who, if I remember correctly, was a year or two older than me said the word. The bus driver, thankfully and appropriately, told him he was not to say that word again. To be honest, I was so unfamiliar with the word that I didn't even hear it correctly. I thought he said "digger," and of course I had no clue why the word was inappropriate.

I figured it out very soon afterwards. I don't remember how long after that it was, maybe a couple weeks, maybe a few months. I was looking in a book at a map of countries in Africa and I saw Niger. I instantly blurted it out, mispronouncing it as the n-word, and I went to my mom repeating it several times. She must have been so embarrassed. She was sitting at our kitchen table talking to someone who was over at our house (I don't remember who), and her son came up loudly saying this racial slur. She told me not to say it anymore and why it was inappropriate. I said it was the word I had heard on the bus, and she reiterated her response, also correcting me on the pronunciation of Niger.

I also remember the first time I heard the word "jigaboo." I was a trainer for my school's eighth grade boys basketball team, and we were playing an away game at one of the city schools in Lima, Ohio. The school had a large African-American population, and that of course translated to a basketball team made up of mostly African-American players. Some of my team's players, huddled together out of earshot from the opposing team, were trash talking the opposing team among themselves, using the word rather loosely to refer to the opposition's players. At the time wanting to desperately to fit in, I laughed along with the comments, even though I could tell by context this word was inappropriate and I didn't like it being said.

Something must have changed in my attitude by a year later because I remember that as a freshman in high school, I told another boy in my class that he should not use the n-word after I heard him doing so. He physically threatened me for telling him that. At the time, I carried my books in a briefcase. He took it and started trying to damaging it. He went to my locker and started kicking it with his boots, trying to bust into it to damage some of my things. He added a warning that I should watch out for him, all because I told him not to say the n-word.

Later in high school I remember a girl in my grade -- she was white; more than 90% of us in my school were -- telling me that her father had told her if she ever went on a date with a boy who was black, she may as well never come home. I also remember shortly thereafter witnessing her dad being honored at our church -- the same church that was affiliated with the Catholic school we attended -- for his commitment to the faith.

Finally, I remember when the varsity boys basketball team from my high school -- the one that contained a number of boys who had been on the eighth grade basketball team from the incident above -- made the state semifinals during my senior year. The team played a school from Columbus whose basketball team was predominantly African American, and that team beat my high school's team to advance to the state finals. I remember sitting in the stands hearing a number of my classmates, many of whom I had been growing up with since before Kindergarten, saying and yelling out racial slurs, especially the n-word, directed at the opposing team during the game. I was so disgusted that I moved to a different seat, one near one of our parish priests, and I told him what I was hearing. I also told my principal about it a few days later.

I'm writing all of this because I've been thinking about it lately while witnessing what has happened in and around Donald Trump's presidential campaign. Donald Trump's campaign has drawn on and emboldened some of the most racist elements of our society. White supremacists feel very comfortable endorsing him because the things he says and advocates resonate with them. Just recently, someone wrote "Vote Trump" while vandalizing and setting on fire an African-American church. Also, a man who reportedly supported Trump and who had been known to have waved a Confederate flag at African-American folks at sporting events killed two police officers. Anti-Semites, some of whom have used Trump rallies as places to vocalize their anti-Semitism, have also felt empowered by Trump's campaign. Islamophobes have been egged on by the policy positions Trump has advocated, which have been based on damaging stereotypes of Muslims, Arabs, and basically anyone from the Middle East. Trump's comments on Mexicans have also incited anti-Latino/a sentiments around a number of issues.

In the midst of this I have seen people from the town in which I grew up -- both people I know and people I don't know -- voice support for Donald Trump for president. Now, I want to be clear here. This does not apply to everyone from that town. It is, as all places are, a place with diversity, including diversity of perspectives. Many folks from there will not vote for Donald Trump. Additionally, I suspect a fair number may vote for Donald Trump, but they will do so despite him. I can see, for instance, the dilemma of someone who identifies as Republican, who sees voting for the ticket as her or his interest, and thus votes for Trump hoping Trump can be contained. I find a lot wrong about the positions of the Republican party, and so I don't advocate this path anyway, but I can at least understand the rationale. I can also see how dislike of Hillary Clinton and/or how some aspects of Trump, such as his "outsider" status in relationship to government and his willingness to buck elements of the system, might seem appealing. I still find these appeals lacking, but I think I can understand those types of appeals.

Meanwhile, I see a fair amount of enthusiasm about Trump emanating from folks in the town I grew up in and places like it (as well as from, it should be noted, some places with substantial differences). It's easy to try to rationalize this as the kinds of votes for Trump I just talked about. After all, I think people often wish to think the best of the people they know. At least I've often found myself doing that. But then I think of those experiences with which I began this post, and I come to the conclusion that there's a very racist component to many of these folks' support of Trump. In some cases, it's pretty overt. In other cases, it's not so overt, and folks may believe that they are not racist, Islamophobic, anti-Semitic, etc., yet they are products of racist culture -- the very racist culture in which I grew up, the one that produced the kinds of experiences I have narrated here.

I want to reiterate part of that. I grew up in it. At least since high school, I was the liberal one who talked about the Civil Rights Movement, who did things like tell my classmate not to use the n-word, and so on. Yet, even while I learned to speak up against overt racism, I still ended up with some inferentially racist ideas, many of which I didn't recognize until well into my twenties, after I moved across the country, exposed myself to new and different people and perspectives, and dove more fully into my education as I began working on my Ph.D. This is not to claim that I have rid myself of all racist ideas I learned. Anti-racism involves a dedication to being willing to reflect on oneself and one's own practices and perspectives for the rest of one's life. I am, though, suggesting that if one of the more anti-racist folks to come from such a culture has had work to do to overcome racist ideas and practices, then those who have not been so openly anti-racist surely have work to do. In the end, then, this is a call for all of us -- for folks from the town in which I grew up, but also more generally than that -- to commit to a willingness to reflect on the forms of racism that exist in our own perspectives and practices, and to commit to a willingness to change those perspectives and practices so that we do not continue to perpetuate racism. Hillary Clinton is not without fault here. There are plenty of examples of things she has said and done that have perpetuated racism. A similar case can be made for other candidates as well. Yet, Donald Trump's campaign has activated this in a much more overt and violent way. Again, among other things, his campaign has emboldened white supremacists in a way that we haven't seen for awhile. And if you like what Trump has to say, maybe you need to consider that much more fully. Perhaps you will consider that, and I thank you for that. Perhaps, though, you won't, and if that happens, then I suspect you are -- whether you know it or not -- a white supremacist.