Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Tears We Cannot Stop: A Sermon to White America

    Dr. Dyson starts his usual complaining about American life by recounting a bad memory. He was doing a stint at Connecticut’s Hartford Seminary, when he got pulled over by a rude (and probably racist) cop. The reason – someone saw him spanking his kid and thought it was child abuse - so she called cops. They order him out of the car, they’re domineering, they’re hostile, they shove him as they walk away. As for the ten-year-old son, he ends up crying. This is what always bothers me about Dyson, he just can’t seem to take responsibility when he does something wrong. He’s tough enough to give his son “a few licks on the hand” but is he tough enough to take a few licks of his own? He uses physical punishment on his (probably smaller) son for some perceived misbehavior, but what about when the cops punish HIM for a perceived misbehavior?

    There are some anecdotes that get you thinking, like the one where his kids are called “nigger” at a Chicago skating rink, same thing at a swimming pool in Kissimmee, Florida. A cute, blonde blue-eyed kid, no older than his children, calls them racist names, casually, and dismissively. I would love to know what motivated the White kids to say those things. Did their parents use that kind of language at home? What about their teachers at school? Would they dismissively address a Black hospital employee as a nigger if they needed medical help?

    Dyson recounts how he left Carson-Newman college before his senior year, over a financial and personal dispute. He makes it look like a protest, but I can see right through it – he left because he couldn’t have his way. He got into a personality conflict with the college’s White president, a man who had no PhD and was therefore not qualified. But what about all the Black high school principals who are not qualified? They’re out there right now, screwing over Black kids, nothing but puppets for the White establishment, or kicking up to the White elites in order to stay in power. There are more corrupt, dishonest, unqualified, and incompetent high school principals ruining Black children’s lives than there are unqualified college presidents. Where’s Dyson’s rant against it?

    It was interesting to read the chapter Inventing Whiteness, where he discusses how the Poles, Jews, Irish, and Italians, all became “white” partly out of their own initiative, and partly out of the way they were perceived (also discussed in an earlier book titled How the Irish Became White.) It’s his belief that all of these ethnic groups took advantage of the “white” label in order to get ahead, both at the expense of Black Americans, and at the expense of losing their own ethnic identity. In one example he uses O.J. Simpson (a man he thoroughly dislikes) as having bought into the White world, then switched back to being Black just for the convenience. Dyson says that prior to murdering his ex-wife, nothing was Black about O.J. except for the bottom of his shoe. No secret is made about how many Black Americans did in fact think he was guilty, but it was the anger of the people that drove them to support him. Despite his dislike for O.J, he credits the trial with giving Whites a taste of the absurdities that Black Americans face.

   Other Black-White issues are discussed, like White rappers who hijack (or mimic) Black American culture. Dyson credits Justin Timberlake for his use of hip-hop rhythms, while being wary of the singer using it to his convenience. But he seriously dislike’s Iggy Azalia’s appropriation of hip-hop, treating her like she hijacked it. He doesn’t have anything bad to say about Eminem. Dyson has respect for Eminem’s ability, but I also suspect that it’s because Eminem kind of “paid his dues,” growing up a poor kid in Detroit, no White privilege there. On the other hand, I always saw Eminem as an incredible opportunist, because you can’t claim “street cred” when you’re living in an upscale neighborhood. Then again, most hip-hop artists exploit violence in the Black community, while at the same time living in exclusive White suburban mansions (there’s the O.J. Simpson experience again.) Maybe it’s time for Dr. Dyson to write about that too?

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