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If Obama is bi-racial….

November 25, 2008 · 10 Comments

Frank Jackson, mayor of Cleveland, Ohio

Frank Jackson, mayor of Cleveland, Ohio

Why is the man in the photo to the left black?

By now, the world knows Barack Obama and his amazing story: the son of a white American and an African from Kenya: raised by his mother and later, his grandparents after the family was abandoned by his father; defying expectations to become the first African-American president of the United States.

But Obama’s ancestry still bothers Americans who can’t wrap their arms around his willingness to embrace a black identity. In Cleveland, for example, a headline in the Plain Dealer, calling Obama an “African American” launched a fusillade of emails and telephone calls to the newspaper’s ombudsman, Ted Diadiun.

” ….lots of people have corrected the term “African-American,” pointing out that, because he had a white mother,  he should be called “biracial.” Diadiun wrote in his weekly column.

Really? Well, then why no complaints or corrections about the racial identity of Cleveland’s mayor?”

Yes, the man in the photo is African-American in the common sense of the word. Mayor Frank Jackson’s mother was Italian and his father was African-American.  Yet most residents of this area describe Jackson as the city’s third black or African-American mayor.

When it comes to race, I joke that the only difference between ordinary African Americans – like me – and folks like Obama and Jackson is that they know the names of their white ancestors.  Still, the controversy over Obama’s racial identity – from both blacks and whites – has me asking:

Just who gets to be black? And who does not?

Mayor Jackson’s upbringing provides a clue. He was born in 1946, when interracial families were rare, and well before “bi-racial” become an accepted category. The family lived in a black neighborhood, so he was immersed in black culture. That’s why Jackson could be considered authentically black, and Obama, a Johnny-come-lately, could not.

But that criteria – having an intimate knowledge of the black experience -  isn’t applied equally.  The same black community who doubted Obama early on, ignored similar circumstances when laying claim to celebrities like Jennifer Beal and Mariah Carey. When it came to them, ancestry trumped experience.

Neither woman had much contact with African Americans while growing up.  Yet, their African American critics charged these women wouldn’t acknowledge their true identity, because they didn’t want to be black.

Does this sound confusing and contradictory?  So is the whole question of racial identity.  Scholars maintain that race is a cultural belief that changes as society transforms.

Former Ohio Congressman Tom Sawyer, voiced that view in 1993. “The thing that we call race and ethnicity is changing in fact and in perception,” he said at hearings that eventually changed the way the United States Census tabulated race.

The 2000 census became the first tabulation allowing Americans to claim more than one racial heritage. The reform was hailed, and criticized, as a step toward rendering the very idea of race obsolete. Yet eight years later, the nation is struggling  with the racial identity of its president-elect.

The definitions created in the South during Reconstruction, are simply too narrow for an America where the last census counted 77 percent of the residents who were “white alone or in combination”; 13 percent who were “African American alone or in combination”; and 12.5 percent who were “Hispanic or Latino (of any race).”

But we haven’t come up with anything better – yet.

So, I’m asking: if the president-elect is bi-racial – as  some blacks and whites insist – why is the man in the photograph black?

Please answer with your comments.

By the way, keep them clean and civil.  Remember you’re not just talking to me.

You’re talking to the world.

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Nov. 5: The day Harriet Tubman came to school

November 7, 2008 · 3 Comments

Harriet Tubman, photo courtesy of the Library of Congress

Harriet Tubman, photo courtesy of the Library of Congress

First the back story.

In my other life, I am a teaching artist. That means I use music, art, drama and whatever creative expertise I have to teach academic subjects. Although my residencies are short – about 14 lessons -  I’ve returned to one inner-city Cleveland school for four years. That’s long enough to see the fifth-graders I originally taught go upstairs to the eighth-grade floor, and out the door to high school.

I have lots of stories about “my kids.” But this story is about the staff. It’s about what happened on Wednesday, Nov. 5, 2008. The day Harriet Tubman came to school.

I’m in the midst of  teaching the Civil War to fifth- and sixth-graders. They might not know the difference between the North and the South. And they’re not sure whether Canada and Mexico are states or countries. But they know about slavery and they know about Harriet Tubman.  So they were excited, and somewhat skeptical, when I told them she would be coming to visit.

Mrs. Tubman walked in the school at 11:55, just five minutes before her appointment with the first class.

As I signed Mrs. Tubman’s name – she doesn’t really read or write well – I introduced her to the women on the other side of the counter.

One started pumping her fist and chanting “Yes we did! Yes we did!” The other stood up and smiled.

When we walked down the hall, one teacher greeted us. She, too, was wearing an Obama button.

“I want to introduce Mrs. Harriet Tubman,” I answered.

“Well, Mrs. Tubman, you’ve picked a great day to come here,” the teacher replied. “We’re so happy to see you today. “

We’d made it to the stairwell, when we ran into another teacher, hurrying up the steps.

“This is Mrs. Harriett Tubman,” I said.

The woman stopped. “Mrs. Tubman, what a wonderful day for you to be here. And there’s so much history…”

Mrs. Tubman nodded.

“…and look at the weather. The sun is shining and it’s a beautiful day, especially after what happened on Tuesday…”

“You’re going to have us all crying in a minute,” I interrupted.

The teacher smiled. “Thanks so much for coming.” And she went up the steps.

Now, I don’t have to tell you that almost all the teachers were wearing Obama buttons. You probably figured that out.

And I’m not going to tell you who among the staff members were African American, and who were not.

Decide that for yourselves.

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