A flutter of anxiety shook Mina as she heard her husband Majid and their son-in-law Donald in the backyard, talking in not quite agreeable tones. “Stop, stop, she can fall and hurt herself,” Majid, who rarely raised his voice, shouted. Mina went to the window and looked into the backyard where Donald was throwing Leila, her three-year-old granddaughter, into the air and catching her. Leila was squealing with laughter, her face all red. Donald continued to play, throwing her into the air, catching her. Donald was a hefty, broad-shouldered man with long, blond hair and a strong, square face. Just the way he looked unsettled Mina. Was this going to develop into something more volatile? But to her relief, Donald stopped and, holding the baby in his arms, moved back inside the house.
Like Father, Like Son
The Confederate Flag Controversy
American Studies Blog: Professor Goldfield, in 2013 you published a widely acclaimed book, Still Fighting the Civil War: The American South and Southern History. Even the international press is currently following the debate about the Confederate flag which flared up after the shooting of nine black parishioners at a historic church in Charleston, S.C. Are Southerners still fighting the Civil War, and why is the Confederate flag such a powerful symbol?
David Goldfield: Not as much as we used to. Many things have been settled in the South over the last fifty years (but not the previous 100 years): foremost the rise of African Americans to the status of full citizens as a result of the end of legal racial segregation and restoration of voting rights. African Americans hold 1500 political offices throughout the South now, and their economic gains have expanded the black middle class.
The “It’s Not What You Might Think” Blog—Part II
For those of you who missed Part I, click here.
Last week, we left off with Cheryl Strayed’s long description of herself.… It all seems to be there, well almost. All but two things: age and race. The age part didn’t bother me too much, but the race part did. I often teach about identity construction, race, ethnicity, racism, and colorblind racism. Recently, I have begun to look more deeply at the topics of whiteness and white privilege.
While reading that long description, I began thinking about the fact that when Strayed authored her book, she took it for granted that she is white and that her readers probably are too. I reread the passage. Nowhere does she mention her whiteness. She does not need to do so as she is merely adhering to the ‘whiteness’ script of western civilization that prescribes whiteness as the norm, the spring from which Othering flows.
Quite intrigued, I began scouring the entire book, asking myself the question whether Strayed’s whiteness was in some small way partially responsible for her personal triumph. Of course, her quick thinking was essential when faced with wild animals with no protection other than a loud whistle. And having the foresight to send herself care packages at stops along the trail as well as accepting help from others at key points also enabled her to continue. Probably character traits, such as tenacity, determination, and flexibility, didn’t hurt her chances either. But why did complete strangers go out of their way to help her? Was it her good looks, the novelty of seeing a woman—a woman alone—on such a rugged trail, the American way, luck, or was it simply the fact that she is white? Would she have gotten that help at critical parts of her journey if she’d been African American or Native? I can’t answer that question, but it is certainly a question that is worthy of inquiry, a question which I will continue to pursue in my own life and teaching. What about you? If you are white, have you thought about your white privilege lately?
The “It’s Not What You Might Think” Blog—Part I
After hearing that the travelogue Wild by Cheryl Strayed was made into a movie, I thought about picking up a copy of the book and investigating why so many people are wild about Wild: A Journey from Lost to Found. The memoir sketches Strayed’s struggle to overcome the loss of her mother to cancer, a failed marriage, and the ensuing depression that plunged Strayed into using heroin recreationally—if that’s possible—and having sex with strangers. However, the majority of her book describes her 1,110 mile trek on the Pacific Crest Trail and her journey to inner peace. It all sounded cheesy, so I was reluctant but eventually did buy the book after seeing a story on the Nightly News about the many Americans following in Strayed’s footsteps.
Although I teach life writing and am always looking for new teaching material, I approached the book as a just-for-fun read. After a few pages, I came across Strayed’s description of herself that plunged me into a struggle with something much deeper. Well, take a look. Is it just me? Or is there something about the following passage bothering you as well?
The Chameleon: W. C. Williams’ “The Red Wheelbarrow”
Studying poetry at school or at university often seemed boring at best and senseless at worst. Until last fall semester, it had never occurred to me that some poems could actually be woven into my daily life. Read more