In 2015, I conducted a series of 19 interviews with philosophers and public intellectuals on the issue of race. My aim was to engage, in this very public space, with the often unnamed elephant in the room.
These discussions helped me, and I hope many of our readers, to better understand how race continues to function in painful ways within our country. That was one part of a gift that I wanted to give to readers of The Stone, the larger philosophical community, and the world.
The interviewees themselves — bell hooks, Cornel West, Judith Butler, Peter Singer, David H. Kim, Molefi Kete Asante among them — came from a variety of racial backgrounds, and their concerns and positions were even more diverse. But on the whole I came to see these interviews as linked by a common thread: They were messages to white America — because they often directly expressed the experience of those who live and have lived as people of color in a white-run world, and that is something no white person could ever truly know firsthand.
That is how I want to deliver my own message now.
Dear White America,
I have a weighty request. As you read this letter, I want you to listen with love, a sort of love that demands that you look at parts of yourself that might cause pain and terror, as James Baldwin would say. Did you hear that? You may have missed it. I repeat: I want you to listen with love. Well, at least try.
We don’t talk much about the urgency of love these days, especially within the public sphere. Much of our discourse these days is about revenge, name calling, hate, and divisiveness. I have yet to hear it from our presidential hopefuls, or our political pundits. I don’t mean the Hollywood type of love, but the scary kind, the kind that risks not being reciprocated, the kind that refuses to flee in the face of danger. To make it a bit easier for you, I’ve decided to model, as best as I can, what I’m asking of you. Let me demonstrate the vulnerability that I wish you to show. As a child of Socrates, James Baldwin and Audre Lorde, let me speak the truth, refuse to err on the side of caution.
This letter is a gift for you. Bear in mind, though, that some gifts can be heavy to bear. You don’t have to accept it; there is no obligation. I give it freely, believing that many of you will throw the gift back in my face, saying that I wrongly accuse you, that I am too sensitive, that I’m a race hustler, and that I blame white people (you) for everything.
I have read many of your comments. I have even received some hate mail. In this letter, I ask you to look deep, to look into your souls with silence, to quiet that voice that will speak to you of your white “innocence.” So, as you read this letter, take a deep breath. Make a space for my voice in the deepest part of your psyche. Try to listen, to practice being silent. There are times when you must quiet your own voice to hear from or about those who suffer in ways that you do not.
What if I told you that I’m sexist? Well, I am. Yes. I said it and I mean just that. I have watched my male students squirm in their seats when I’ve asked them to identify and talk about their sexism. There are few men, I suspect, who would say that they are sexists, and even fewer would admit that their sexism actually oppresses women. Certainly not publicly, as I’ve just done. No taking it back now.
To make things worse, I’m an academic, a philosopher. I’m supposed to be one of the “enlightened” ones. Surely, we are beyond being sexists. Some, who may genuinely care about my career, will say that I’m being too risky, that I am jeopardizing my academic livelihood. Some might even say that as a black male, who has already been stereotyped as a “crotch-grabbing, sexual fiend,” that I’m at risk of reinforcing that stereotype. (Let’s be real, that racist stereotype has been around for centuries; it is already part of white America’s imaginary landscape.)
Yet, I refuse to remain a prisoner of the lies that we men like to tell ourselves — that we are beyond the messiness of sexism and male patriarchy, that we don’t oppress women. Let me clarify. This doesn’t mean that I intentionally hate women or that I desire to oppress them. It means that despite my best intentions, I perpetuate sexism every day of my life. Please don’t take this as a confession for which I’m seeking forgiveness. Confessions can be easy, especially when we know that forgiveness is immediately forthcoming.
Being a ‘good’ white person or a liberal white person won’t get you off the hook.
As a sexist, I have failed women. I have failed to speak out when I should have. I have failed to engage critically and extensively their pain and suffering in my writing. I have failed to transcend the rigidity of gender roles in my own life. I have failed to challenge those poisonous assumptions that women are “inferior” to men or to speak out loudly in the company of male philosophers who believe that feminist philosophy is just a nonphilosophical fad. I have been complicit with, and have allowed myself to be seduced by, a country that makes billions of dollars from sexually objectifying women, from pornography, commercials, video games, to Hollywood movies. I am not innocent.
I have been fed a poisonous diet of images that fragment women into mere body parts. I have also been complicit with a dominant male narrative that says that women enjoy being treated like sexual toys. In our collective male imagination, women are “things” to be used for our visual and physical titillation. And even as I know how poisonous and false these sexist assumptions are, I am often ambushed by my own hidden sexism. I continue to see women through the male gaze that belies my best intentions not to sexually objectify them. Our collective male erotic feelings and fantasies are complicit in the degradation of women. And we must be mindful that not all women endure sexual degradation in the same way.
Don’t tell me that you voted for Obama. Don’t tell me that you don’t see color. Don’t tell me that I’m blaming whites for everything. To do so is to hide yet again. I recognize how my being a sexist has a differential impact on black women and women of color who are not only victims of racism, but also sexism, my sexism. For example, black women and women of color not only suffer from sexual objectification, but the ways in which they are objectified is linked to how they are racially depicted, some as “exotic” and others as “hyper-sexual.” You see, the complicity, the responsibility, the pain that I cause runs deep. And, get this. I refuse to seek shelter; I refuse to live a lie. So, every day of my life I fight against the dominant male narrative, choosing to see women as subjects, not objects. But even as I fight, there are moments of failure. Just because I fight against sexism does not give me clean hands, as it were, at the end of the day; I continue to falter, and I continue to oppress. And even though the ways in which I oppress women is unintentional, this does not free me of being responsible.
If you are white, and you are reading this letter, I ask that you don’t run to seek shelter from your own racism. Don’t hide from your responsibility. Rather, begin, right now, to practice being vulnerable. Being neither a “good” white person nor a liberal white person will get you off the proverbial hook. I consider myself to be a decent human being. Yet, I’m sexist. Take another deep breath. I ask that you try to be “un-sutured.” If that term brings to mind a state of pain, open flesh, it is meant to do so. After all, it is painful to let go of your “white innocence,” to use this letter as a mirror, one that refuses to show you what you want to see, one that demands that you look at the lies that you tell yourself so that you don’t feel the weight of responsibility for those who live under the yoke of whiteness, your whiteness.
I can see your anger. I can see that this letter is being misunderstood. This letter is not asking you to feel bad about yourself, to wallow in guilt. That is too easy. I’m asking for you to tarry, to linger, with the ways in which you perpetuate a racist society, the ways in which you are racist. I’m now daring you to face a racist history which, paraphrasing Baldwin, has placed you where you are and that has formed your own racism. Again, in the spirit of Baldwin, I am asking you to enter into battle with your white self. I’m asking that you open yourself up; to speak to, to admit to, the racist poison that is inside of you.
Again, take a deep breath. Don’t tell me about how many black friends you have. Don’t tell me that you are married to someone of color. Don’t tell me that you voted for Obama. Don’t tell me that I’m the racist. Don’t tell me that you don’t see color. Don’t tell me that I’m blaming whites for everything. To do so is to hide yet again. You may have never used the N-word in your life, you may hate the K.K.K., but that does not mean that you don’t harbor racism and benefit from racism. After all, you are part of a system that allows you to walk into stores where you are not followed, where you get to go for a bank loan and your skin does not count against you, where you don’t need to engage in “the talk” that black people and people of color must tell their children when they are confronted by white police officers.
As you reap comfort from being white, we suffer for being black and people of color. But your comfort is linked to our pain and suffering. Just as my comfort in being male is linked to the suffering of women, which makes me sexist, so, too, you are racist. That is the gift that I want you to accept, to embrace. It is a form of knowledge that is taboo. Imagine the impact that the acceptance of this gift might have on you and the world.
Take another deep breath. I know that there are those who will write to me in the comment section with boiling anger, sarcasm, disbelief, denial. There are those who will say, “Yancy is just an angry black man.” There are others who will say, “Why isn’t Yancy telling black people to be honest about the violence in their own black neighborhoods?” Or, “How can Yancy say that all white people are racists?” If you are saying these things, then you’ve already failed to listen. I come with a gift. You’re already rejecting the gift that I have to offer. This letter is about you. Don’t change the conversation. I assure you that so many black people suffering from poverty and joblessness, which is linked to high levels of crime, are painfully aware of the existential toll that they have had to face because they are black and, as Baldwin adds, “for no other reason.”
Some of your white brothers and sisters have made this leap. The legal scholar Stephanie M. Wildman, has written, “I simply believe that no matter how hard I work at not being racist, I still am. Because part of racism is systemic, I benefit from the privilege that I am struggling to see.” And the journalism professor Robert Jensen: “I like to think I have changed, even though I routinely trip over the lingering effects of that internalized racism and the institutional racism around me. Every time I walk into a store at the same time as a black man and the security guard follows him and leaves me alone to shop, I am benefiting from white privilege.”
What I’m asking is that you first accept the racism within yourself, accept all of the truth about what it means for you to be white in a society that was created for you. I’m asking for you to trace the binds that tie you to forms of domination that you would rather not see. When you walk into the world, you can walk with assurance; you have already signed a contract, so to speak, that guarantees you a certain form of social safety.
Baldwin argues for a form of love that is “a state of being, or state of grace – not in the infantile American sense of being made happy but in the tough and universal sense of quest and daring and growth.” Most of my days, I’m engaged in a personal and societal battle against sexism. So many times, I fail. And so many times, I’m complicit. But I refuse to hide behind that mirror that lies to me about my “non-sexist nobility.” Baldwin says, “Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” In my heart, I’m done with the mask of sexism, though I’m tempted every day to wear it. And, there are times when it still gets the better of me.
White America, are you prepared to be at war with yourself, your white identity, your white power, your white privilege? Are you prepared to show me a white self that love has unmasked? I’m asking for love in return for a gift; in fact, I’m hoping that this gift might help you to see yourself in ways that you have not seen before. Of course, the history of white supremacy in America belies this gesture of black gift-giving, this gesture of non-sentimental love. Martin Luther King Jr. was murdered even as he loved.
Perhaps the language of this letter will encourage a split — not a split between black and white, but a fissure in your understanding, a space for loving a Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, Aiyana Jones, Sandra Bland, Laquan McDonald and others. I’m suggesting a form of love that enables you to see the role that you play (even despite your anti-racist actions) in a system that continues to value black lives on the cheap.
Take one more deep breath. I have another gift.
If you have young children, before you fall off to sleep tonight, I want you to hold your child. Touch your child’s face. Smell your child’s hair. Count the fingers on your child’s hand. See the miracle that is your child. And then, with as much vision as you can muster, I want you to imagine that your child is black.
In peace,
George Yancy
George Yancy is a professor of philosophy at Emory University. He has written, edited and co-edited numerous books, including “Black Bodies, White Gazes,” “Look, a White!” and “Pursuing Trayvon Martin,” co-edited with Janine Jones.
Right. That linkage to sexism is spot on - here's how I benefit and then the homerun of how he as a black male has failed black women. Dude. That is the best thing I've read in a minute.
It was this board that led me to the thinking "I am racist," which still really hurts to type, but in the sense spelled out here it feels more like a first step than a condemnation. It's hard, though, to even contemplate saying elsewhere without the context.
Post by 2curlydogs on Dec 24, 2015 22:33:14 GMT -5
To all the WoC OB this board - thank you. Thank you for the gift of opening our eyes. Especially this year, as a watershed year.
Even if I have not actively participated in conversations, I have read; I have listened. And it has made me a better person. More thoughtful. More likely to acknowledge my own privilege.
Thank you for that. It made so much sense and benefitting from the racist system really resonated with me. I have it bookmarked to read again a few times over the next week so I can properly digest this and give it the in depth consideration it deserves. Also, I don't post much, but I read most of the race related threads on here and I truly appreciate the openness and candor of the ladies on this board.
Post by underwaterrhymes on Dec 24, 2015 23:14:20 GMT -5
This is beautifully written.
As a white person who has recognized systemic racism and how I benefit from it for a long time, but who is also still learning and growing, I really felt moved by this. It resonates.
Post by mrsukyankee on Dec 24, 2015 23:18:16 GMT -5
Thanks for sharing. I'm reading this after being woken up by my dog at 3:30am (it's currently 4:15pm), so not sure if my brain can completely take it in. I'll read it again later. But what I got was amazing.
I sit here rubbing the backs of my children with tears in my eyes. Thank you for sharing this. I love the style of writing as it felt like it really was a letter, a gift, from a friend. Even in my minority status of being gay, I am privileged and that comes with an automatic coating of racism. I am listening, learning, and attempting to peel away at the layers of systemic racism I've been bathed in.
I don't think on first read I can have a fully cogent response, but it reminded me of the article posted yesterday by the woman who chose to spend two weeks confronting the racism she faced rather than dealing with it (for lack of a better description). This article asks me to do that to myself, to confront myself daily and not to rest on one day's success (should there be one). That is a scary and powerful way to think about love. I'm glad I read this.
Thanks for posting. I believe every reminder/explanation of privilege is helpful. It's not something I was very consciously aware of few years ago, but my eyes have opened tremendously and I'm much more conscious now.
Thank you. This is a great piece. I plan to read it several more times.
Because of this board and the conversations we have had, I was able to shut down one of my students this past semester that refused to stop saying "I don't see color" and have a really productive conversation. I appreciate that so much.
Great piece, it really resonates with me. I want to come back and read it again when I can devote a bit more time to it. Be back on Saturday with more thoughts
Thank you for posting this. It is a powerful piece. Out of curiosity I read some of the comments section. While I didn't see any blatant hateful remarks, there were so many respondents that had the predictable "don't lump all white people together", "I don't have a racist bone in my body", etc white hurt feelings reactions. Yancy specifically addressed those viewpoints in his letter and what struck me was that they weren't responding as though they disagreed with him about those points, but as though they had never read them and surely Yancy hadn't thought of all that. It was disheartening (although not surprising) to still see all the white fragility and defensiveness instead of people reading and processing his points. I shared this on Facebook and I'm interested to see if I get any comments.
Thank you for posting this. It is a powerful piece. Out of curiosity I read some of the comments section. While I didn't see any blatant hateful remarks, there were so many respondents that had the predictable "don't lump all white people together", "I don't have a racist bone in my body", etc white hurt feelings reactions. Yancy specifically addressed those viewpoints in his letter and what struck me was that they weren't responding as though they disagreed with him about those points, but as though they had never read them and surely Yancy hadn't thought of all that. It was disheartening (although not surprising) to still see all the white fragility and defensiveness instead of people reading and processing his points. I shared this on Facebook and I'm interested to see if I get any comments.
I've said this before, but to me I think that response is typical because of the way we as a society have been taught to view racism. Racism = KKK in America's psyche. It doesn't resonate when you explain how racism is woven into society. Redlining, predatory lending, disparate treatment, education policies and discipline, mass incarceration.
When these things are discussed, people don't take notice until you drag out facts and figures to prove it. But, what if there were no facts and figures? I doubt that they'd be addressed at all.
I would be helpful if white folks didn't take it as a personal affront. It's not. It's an observation that there are still systemic issues that need attention. Just because I can buy a house next door to you doesn't mean that the details you don't know shouldn't trouble you. How far have we come if I can buy a house, but be charged a higher interest rate yet we have the same credit qualifications? There is still work to be done and it can't happen if everyone is I'm Not Racist when issues are discussed.
Post by whiskeyandwine on Dec 25, 2015 2:28:01 GMT -5
I'm 99% sure I learned about the impact of systemic racism on TN/GBCN, so I "get" where people are coming from in the comments section and in real life. What I cannot comprehend is the inability to look inward, and to try to learn/grow/change. That part is what is mind blowing to me.
I wish Yancy didn't have to spend so much space saying "now, don't flip out, white people. Don't say you voted for Obama." It's a sad testament to the inability of so many of us to confront our biases and bigotry. Yancy did an amazing job modeling how to do so in his discussion of sexism. I hope his readers will be open to his message, as I know many of us on CEP are striving to do. It's a powerful message.
It's probably pretty effective that he models how to accept one's own biases himself, though sad he must do so in order to get white people to listen.
I do look at LilShirley and imagine what her life would be like if she were black, thanks to the posters here who have talked about the conversations they will have to have with their own children when the time comes, particularly moms raising black boys. I can't imagine what it must be like to see your baby grow one step closer every day to people viewing him with suspicion.
Maybe a conversation about privilege and standing up to those who treat others badly would be good for the white children as they are growing up.