The Son-in-Law

By Nahid Rachlin

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Source: Thor

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.

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The Confederate Flag Controversy

An Interview with David Goldfield

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.

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The “It’s Not What You Might Think” Blog—Part II

By Sabrina Völz

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

By Sabrina Völz

WildAfter 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?

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