COMBATTING RACISM ISN’T “ONE SIZE FITS ALL”
Despite being demonised by all right-thinking people, racism, perceived or otherwise, is arguably the most persistent area of offence in Western society. Overcoming it requires accepting that it comes in degrees ranging from unacceptable to beyond the pale, and if everything is apocalyptic, nothing is.
The governing imperative is the delicate balance of judging whether a perceived transgression is deliberate and deserving of some form of punishment, or an example of thoughtlessness or ignorance better countered by reasonable castigation and an attempt at enlightenment.
The current furore over a former Lady-in-Waiting to the late Queen Elizabeth II pointedly asking a black, English-born guest at a function, where she “really” came from is a clear example. The guest in question, Ngozi Fulani, whose parents are from Barbados, made her indignation public on Twitter. She stressed that “I’m very proud of my African heritage”, and went on to add that she felt like she was being asked to “denounce my British citizenship”.
Leaving aside the fact that Ms Fulani’s chosen name and wardrobe are distinctly of African origin (and have been described by detractors as “cultural appropriation”), I’m not sure how that adds up, but she took offence, so there’s no point arguing about it.
It was, however, a far cry from being subjected to vitriolic racial epithets, or the ritualised and aggressive hatred of sports “fans” who throw banana skins and shout monkey chants at Black players on opposing teams, for example.
That seems to me to make the case that the incident was one that provided an opportunity to reply with reproof and education. Damning it on Twitter instantly stamped the imprimatur of racism at its worst.
The swift, and one has to accept as sincere, apology of the perpetrator Lady Susan Hussey, was over-ridden by even hastier indignant huffs and self-righteous puffs of support for one side and outright condemnation of the other.
Even top-ranking members of the British Royal Family, who of all people ought to know the dangers of rushing to judgement, joined the jeering, albeit in a cultured tone. (Buckingham Palace described Lady Hussey’s question as “unacceptable and deeply regrettable”.)
SHALLOW AND SELECTIVE
There was no pause on any side to reflect on two uncomfortable facts: Twitter by its very nature doesn’t lend itself to context or nuance, and charges of racism can be highly selective.
Itamar Ben-Gvir, an ultra-nationalist politician known for his anti-Arab comments, with a past conviction for racism, is tipped to become national security minister in Israel’s next coalition government. That he’s a follower of the late, explicitly racist, ultra-nationalist Meir Kahane, whose organisation was banned in Israel and designated as a terrorist group by the United States however, doesn’t seem to matter, or garner much shame. If Mr Ben-Gvir gets the job, what’s the bet any objections from Israel’s allies will carry caveats that let them avoid punitive actions?
On a more everyday level, isn’t forcing someone to choose how they “identify”, at least in the case of “black or white”, a form of racism?
And yet, a discernible touch of “black blood” (if you elect to categorise by appearance), apparently means a person can, indeed must, “identify” as “black”, but it takes a complete lack of it to be considered “white”.
By way of contrast, in Canada, to claim “Treaty Status”, meaning you are of Indigenous origin and have a right to call yourself such under whatever positives accrue from the Indian Act, requires proof of ancestry. How you look, talk or “identify” doesn’t count.
Considering the rights that were taken from, and long-denied First Nations people, that seems fair enough.
I’ve never done a DNA or ancestry check, but to the best of my knowledge, I’m so white the only claim I could make to being black is my pride in being addressed as “my brother” by black colleagues I call friends. (NOTE: they use the full word, not the ubiquitous ‘bro’).
However, I am also: shades of brown with a tan, multiple hues ranging from pink to crimson from sunburn, tinged with varying other shades of red when blushing, purple or puce with rage, green with envy, flushed with fever, yellow with jaundice and blue with cold.
I think that’s grounds for “identifying” as “rainbow”.
But then again, I’m also not South African, so maybe claiming “rainbow” is “cultural appropriation” of the wonderful category Nelson Mandela used to help unite a nation divided by apartheid into a plethora of racial categories that would be hilarious, were they not so abhorrent and hurtful.
In case the facetious and marginally satirical bits of that aren’t clear: I find racism, anti-Semitism and anything that smacks of either, repugnant.
I also believe there are times and instances when, to paraphrase one of the best-known lines from Hamlet: “Some people doth protest too much, methinks”.
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2 thoughts on “COMBATTING RACISM ISN’T “ONE SIZE FITS ALL””
Pizz, your amazing grasp of our history not withstanding, I will remind you that it was the wondrous archbishop Desmond Tutu who proclaimed us the Rainbow Nation. I don’t think it was particularly helpful in the long term, as it’s now clear that actual colour matters and casual unintended racism is easily subsumed into a world view that offers a range of colours, however beautiful they may be, in place of black and the shades between black and white.
I’ve had long discussions with colleagues in SA this is week, about the ‘incident at the palace’ and we have debated the real hurt caused versus the hurt caused by the intensity and publicity of the response. If the victim is as hurt as she claims, then we must surely tread very lightly, even more lightly than we have thought, on the eggshell marked racism.
Some years ago I was at a conference in Oslo. The chairs of all sessions were briefed, there should be no exceptions in which speakers were allowed more time than allotted, all went well until the representative of he Sami people spoke — at inordinate length. He went on and on and on — and nobody had the courage to tell him time was up. Eventually many people left the hall while he was still talking.
In South Africa, there is no apparent pot of gold at the end of our rainbow, but we’re learning to call racism, to respond to others calling it on us, to recognise unconscious bias and privilege & and to build relationships that celebrate rather than tolerate diversity. Maybe one day we’ll achieve it; in the meanwhile it remains the hardest lesson in our lives. The urge to claim I am not racist is subdued for me by a constant knowledge of how race and physical appearance inform my expectations, fears and responses to people that I encounter, work with, play with. Not always in a way you might expect, but always.
Thank you Allen. The loss of nuance brought on by our blunderbuss use of social nets (pun intended) is quite untimely as, as you so rightly point out, we need it more than ever. At least it keeps us awake as to where the hurt lies. No small
thing that. Have a lovely thinking weekend