TODAY in BLACKNESS: Lets Talk about Race, Baby.
The New York Times featured an article called “Talk About Race? Relax, It’s O.K. ” discussing the new found conversation that has arisen in the United States due to the election of Barack Obama.
“There’s a more readily accessible conduit into the conversation about race if it begins with Barack Obama,” said Mr. Rice, the executive director of the Association of Public-Safety Communications Officials — International, a professional law enforcement group. “In my experience over the last few months, it’s easier because it’ll begin with who he is, the differences between his parents, what he had to deal with.”
Easier? No. Yes, we’ve definitely been forced into a race discussion but I, personally, don’t find it easier at all. Maybe white people feel all comfortable since they have their brand new black friend Barack and so now the can say all the stuff they’ve had floating in their head. That’s not easier for ME. At this point I’ve just become an official emissary for blackness where ever I go. People start with conversations with me about anything. Rap Music, white women, fried chicken. They say what they want and then I clear up the nonsense.
The article also speaks of the supposed “transcendence” of Obama over race.
Some said the president-elect’s sheer star power, their growing sense that he is viewed by whites as an individual who transcends race — a Michael Jordan or an Oprah Winfrey — would do little to improve race relations.
I disagree with this concept of “trancendence” in its entirety. No one transcends their race. Why would it ever be neccessary to do so? Why can’t he just be brilliant president Obama who is black? I feel that this is a specifically white idea. I never think that a white person trancends race. I never “NOT” see color. WHY WOULD I? And when did Oprah and Jordan trancend race? I see Oprah, I see black billionare, which makes me feel warm on the inside. Erasing color is a major issue. How will the very idea of black and what that entails ever change if when a black person does something great its like “I don’t see their color.”
I bet you’d see the color of the dude mugging you at the ATM. How about the dude who just came home with your daughter?