“Acting White” by Stuart Buck 637-648
One. What does it mean when someone says in a poor African-American neighborhood “you’re acting white”?
Doing schoolwork is mocked.
Some black kids coming home from private school get beat up for “acting white.”
Seattle Seahawks quarterback Russell Wilson, a black player, has been accused by other black players of acting white. This means he “toadies up” to the team’s management.
A study shows, we read in paragraph 3, that “black children nationwide become less popular if their grade-point average rises above 3.5.”
To aspire to join the middle-class by imitating behaviors that associated with whiteness can set off the charge “you’re acting white.”
Two. How do some suburban whites use the “you’re acting white” phenomenon to “get off the hook too easily”?
They’ll say to black people: “Your lack of success is your own fault for not embracing the work ethic and proper codes of dress and behavior.”
But like most things in life, the situation is more complicated than that.
In fact, if we look at American history, it was whites, not blacks, who first accused blacks, during Jim Crow, of “acting white.”
We read, “As historian Leon Litwack points out, nineteenth-century whites sometimes ‘equated black success with ‘uppityness,’ ‘impudence,’ ‘getting out of place,’ and pretensions toward racial equality.”
We read in paragraph 10 that it wasn’t until desegregation in the 1960s that blacks accused other blacks of “acting white.” In these racially mixed schools, many black children saw their black friends “turning to the other side” to make it in school and this feeling of abandonment and of being betrayed led to the “you’re acting white” charge.
This idea is further reinforced by African-American Spelman College president Beverly Daniel Tatum who says that black youth have not always had contempt for academic achievement. This contempt is a “post-desegregation phenomenon.”
When black schools disappeared, black images of success disappeared as well as black youth had to find their way in what could be a very hostile environment, a “white school.”
We read, “After desegregation, many black children were taught by white teachers who disliked them, did not care about their success, underestimated their capabilities, or—at the opposite extreme—coddled them out of guilt. Even when the white teachers did everything right, the black schoolchildren still, for the first time, faced the possibility of seeing ‘school’ as a place where success equaled seeking the approval of whites.”
I can say I have had African-American students tell me the last 30 years that they have taken college classes where the professors ignored them when they raised their hands. A whole semester passed by and these students never had one opportunity to participate in class discussion.
Three. How did desegregation in the schools lead to blacks turning on blacks with the “acting white” charge?
Blacks felt abandoned in mostly white schools where some blacks, who performed well academically, were perceived to have joined the white ranks.
At these schools a function called “tracking” kept the “better-prepared white students in a separate class from the black students.” Thus whites were perceived as having superior privileges and entitlements. And any black who wanted to join their ranks was “acting white.”
When blacks behaved in ways that didn’t conform to the black status quo, they were judged as rejecting the mainstream behavior.
For example, I had a black student who was accused of acting white by black kids at his school and he hung out mostly with Latinos at his high school because they didn’t have the same expectations as the black kids.
Four. Where else did the idea of “acting white” come from?
Since slavery and Jim Crow, some blacks who ingratiated themselves with whites, have been called Uncle Toms because they “submitted more readily to white racism,” and “special venom is directed to the insider who breaks ranks and treats outsiders with respect.”
Writing Prompt
In an essay, support, defend, or complicate the persuasiveness of Buck's argument about the existence of "acting white."
Brainstorm for a thesis that addresses the above prompt.
“Working Class Whites” by Angeline F. Price (648)
One. What two stereotypes does America have of poor whites?
Either they are “white trash” or “good country folk.”
As usual, stereotypes are dehumanizing, condescending, and ignorant, and fail to see the complexity of humanity.
The “id” is the criminal white working class; the “superego” is the innocent religious white poor who “nostalgize and idealize the desire for a simpler life . . .”
Two. What underlying hostility can we identify in poor white stereotypes?
Our country appears to be less and less about race and more and more about money. We judge others on their income, and their conformity to the myth of the “self-made man,” the clever, resourceful businessperson or entrepreneur who knows how to make a quick buck.
People who fail to conform to the above ideal violate our hope in a narrative that through hard work we can embrace material success and the American dream.
Poverty in others is an all too sober reminder of where we could end up if we run out of talent and luck.
A more complex view of poverty is expressed in a "viral" blog essay by Linda Tirado, "Why I Make Terrible Decisions."
There's no way to structure this coherently. They are random observations that might help explain the mental processes. But often, I think that we look at the academic problems of poverty and have no idea of the why. We know the what and the how, and we can see systemic problems, but it's rare to have a poor person actually explain it on their own behalf. So this is me doing that, sort of.
Rest is a luxury for the rich. I get up at 6AM, go to school (I have a full courseload, but I only have to go to two in-person classes) then work, then I get the kids, then I pick up my husband, then I have half an hour to change and go to Job 2. I get home from that at around 1230AM, then I have the rest of my classes and work to tend to. I'm in bed by 3. This isn't every day, I have two days off a week from each of my obligations. I use that time to clean the house and soothe Mr. Martini and see the kids for longer than an hour and catch up on schoolwork. Those nights I'm in bed by midnight, but if I go to bed too early I won't be able to stay up the other nights because I'll fuck my pattern up, and I drive an hour home from Job 2 so I can't afford to be sleepy. I never get a day off from work unless I am fairly sick. It doesn't leave you much room to think about what you are doing, only to attend to the next thing and the next. Planning isn't in the mix.
When I was pregnant the first time, I was living in a weekly motel for some time. I had a minifridge with no freezer and a microwave. I was on WIC. I ate peanut butter from the jar and frozen burritos because they were 12/$2. Had I had a stove, I couldn't have made beef burritos that cheaply. And I needed the meat, I was pregnant. I might not have had any prenatal care, but I am intelligent enough to eat protein and iron whilst knocked up.
I know how to cook. I had to take Home Ec to graduate high school. Most people on my level didn't. Broccoli is intimidating. You have to have a working stove, and pots, and spices, and you'll have to do the dishes no matter how tired you are or they'll attract bugs. It is a huge new skill for a lot of people. That's not great, but it's true. And if you fuck it up, you could make your family sick. We have learned not to try too hard to be middle-class. It never works out well and always makes you feel worse for having tried and failed yet again. Better not to try. It makes more sense to get food that you know will be palatable and cheap and that keeps well. Junk food is a pleasure that we are allowed to have; why would we give that up? We have very few of them.
The closest Planned Parenthood to me is three hours. That's a lot of money in gas. Lots of women can't afford that, and even if you live near one you probably don't want to be seen coming in and out in a lot of areas. We're aware that we are not "having kids," we're "breeding." We have kids for much the same reasons that I imagine rich people do. Urge to propagate and all. Nobody likes poor people procreating, but they judge abortion even harder.
Convenience food is just that. And we are not allowed many conveniences. Especially since the Patriot Act passed, it's hard to get a bank account. But without one, you spend a lot of time figuring out where to cash a check and get money orders to pay bills. Most motels now have a no-credit-card-no-room policy. I wandered around SF for five hours in the rain once with nearly a thousand dollars on me and could not rent a room even if I gave them a $500 cash deposit and surrendered my cell phone to the desk to hold as surety.
Nobody gives enough thought to depression. You have to understand that we know that we will never not feel tired. We will never feel hopeful. We will never get a vacation. Ever. We know that the very act of being poor guarantees that we will never not be poor. It doesn't give us much reason to improve ourselves. We don't apply for jobs because we know we can't afford to look nice enough to hold them. I would make a super legal secretary, but I've been turned down more than once because I "don't fit the image of the firm," which is a nice way of saying "gtfo, pov." I am good enough to cook the food, hidden away in the kitchen, but my boss won't make me a server because I don't "fit the corporate image." I am not beautiful. I have missing teeth and skin that looks like it will when you live on b12 and coffee and nicotine and no sleep. Beauty is a thing you get when you can afford it, and that's how you get the job that you need in order to be beautiful. There isn't much point trying.
Cooking attracts roaches. Nobody realizes that. I've spent a lot of hours impaling roach bodies and leaving them out on toothpick pikes to discourage others from entering. It doesn't work, but is amusing.
"Free" only exists for rich people. It's great that there's a bowl of condoms at my school, but most poor people will never set foot on a college campus. We don't belong there. There's a clinic? Great! There's still a copay. We're not going. Besides, all they'll tell you at the clinic is that you need to see a specialist, which seriously? Might as well be located on Mars for how accessible it is. "Low-cost" and "sliding scale" sounds like "money you have to spend" to me, and they can't actually help you anyway.
I smoke. It's expensive. It's also the best option. You see, I am always, always exhausted. It's a stimulant. When I am too tired to walk one more step, I can smoke and go for another hour. When I am enraged and beaten down and incapable of accomplishing one more thing, I can smoke and I feel a little better, just for a minute. It is the only relaxation I am allowed. It is not a good decision, but it is the only one that I have access to. It is the only thing I have found that keeps me from collapsing or exploding.
I make a lot of poor financial decisions. None of them matter, in the long term. I will never not be poor, so what does it matter if I don't pay a thing and a half this week instead of just one thing? It's not like the sacrifice will result in improved circumstances; the thing holding me back isn't that I blow five bucks at Wendy's. It's that now that I have proven that I am a Poor Person that is all that I am or ever will be. It is not worth it to me to live a bleak life devoid of small pleasures so that one day I can make a single large purchase. I will never have large pleasures to hold on to. There's a certain pull to live what bits of life you can while there's money in your pocket, because no matter how responsible you are you will be broke in three days anyway. When you never have enough money it ceases to have meaning. I imagine having a lot of it is the same thing.
Poverty is bleak and cuts off your long-term brain. It's why you see people with four different babydaddies instead of one. You grab a bit of connection wherever you can to survive. You have no idea how strong the pull to feel worthwhile is. It's more basic than food. You go to these people who make you feel lovely for an hour that one time, and that's all you get. You're probably not compatible with them for anything long-term, but right this minute they can make you feel powerful and valuable. It does not matter what will happen in a month. Whatever happens in a month is probably going to be just about as indifferent as whatever happened today or last week. None of it matters. We don't plan long-term because if we do we'll just get our hearts broken. It's best not to hope. You just take what you can get as you spot it.
I am not asking for sympathy. I am just trying to explain, on a human level, how it is that people make what look from the outside like awful decisions. This is what our lives are like, and here are our defense mechanisms, and here is why we think differently. It's certainly self-defeating, but it's safer. That's all. I hope it helps make sense of it.
Update: The response to this piece is overwhelming. I have had a lot of people ask to use my work. Please do. Share it with the world if you found value in it. Please link back if you can. If you are teaching, I am happy to discuss this with or clarify for you, and you can freely use this piece in your classes. Please do let me know where you teach. You can reach me on Twitter, @killermartinis. I set up an email at killermartinisbook@ gmail as well.
This piece has gone fully viral. People have been asking me to write, and how they can help. After enough people tried to send me paypal money, I set up a gofundme. Find it here. It promptly went insane. I have raised my typical yearly income as of this update. I have no idea what to say except thank you. I am going to speak with some money people who will make sure that I can't fuck this up, and I will use it to do good things with.
I've also set up a blog, which I hope you will find here.
Understand that I wrote this as an example of the thought process that we struggle with. Most of us are clinically depressed, and we do not get therapy and medication and support. We get told to get over it. And we find ways to cope. I am not saying that people live without hope entirely; that is not human nature. But these are the thoughts that are never too far away, that creep up on us every chance they get, that prey on our better judgement when we are tired and stressed and weakened. We maintain a constant vigil against these thoughts, because we are afraid that if we speak them aloud or even articulate them in our heads they will become unmanageably real.
Thank you for reading. I am glad people find value in it. Because I am getting tired of people not reading this and then commenting anyway, I am making a few things clear: not all of this piece is about me. That is why I said that they were observations. And this piece is not all of me: that is why I said that they were random observations rather than complete ones. If you really have to urge me to abort or keep my knees closed or wonder whether I can fax you my citizenship documents or if I really in fact have been poor because I know multisyllabic words, I would like to ask that you read the comments and see whether anyone has made your point in the particular fashion you intend to. It is not that I mind trolls so much, it's that they're getting repetitive and if you have to say nothing I hope you can at least do it in an entertaining fashion.
If, however, you simply are curious about something and actually want to have a conversation, I do not mind repeating myself because those conversations are valuable and not actually repetitive. They tend to be very specific to the asker, and I am happy to shed any light I can. I do not mind honest questions. They are why I wrote this piece.
Thank you all, so much. I don't know what life will look like next week, and for once that's a good thing. And I have you to thank.