Recently, I gave a testimonial at my church in regards to the work we do regarding racism on the Anti-Racism Committee. Later in March, there will be a workshop to help people start working their way through what they know and what they feel in regards to racism. This is my testimonial which took at least two months to write, and more shaking around in my head.
Good Morning
I am here today to give my testimonial on racism. About why I would want to talk about racism.
And I know what you’re thinking. “Why is she talking about this? Look at her, she is whiter than white.”
How white am I? I am the person who uses the highest sun block possible or I look like a lobster in the summer.
I come from a long line of white people from Eastern Europe and the UK. Many of them came in 1905. Another couple arrived in the 1870s. Because of that, I was always told the slavery question did not matter to our family as we did not participate in that practice. Even my Proctor relatives who came in the 1850s were busy settling the Illinois prairie. The most that patriarch had to do with slavery was to fight on the Union side, and thereby earn his citizenship.
Like many families, we have stories I like to tell. Such as the one about Michaly Riban who was walking in Chicago with friends when he spied a pretty girl. He nudged his friend and said “that’s the girl I’m going to marry.” And he did.
But there are other stories that I don’t like telling. Such as the great-grandfather who deserted the army in 1905 and later deserted his family. Or the beloved grandmother who taught me many life lessons but she was also a member of the KKK in the 1920s. She said they only ever held picnics and didn’t do anything else.
What I cannot deny is that the thoughts and behaviors of that group made their way down to my father and were given to me as well. My world was rocked a little more during my genealogical adventures when I discovered a four-times great-grandfather who was a revolutionary patriot and slave-owner. It’s right there in the 1790 census, that he owned twelve people.
I can tell you these and more stories. But there are other stories I do not ‘have’ to tell. Such as my grandfather having to keep a cap in his nice car in case he got stopped so he could explain that he was driving his employer’s car. My sons don’t have to keep a toy in the back seat of their nice cars to show they are family men and not potential drug dealers.
I will never be able to tell the story of my daughter being pulled over because she did not use a turn signal to show she was changing lanes when a police car suddenly sped up behind her and she moved over to be out of his way.
These are not my stories because of my lily-white skin that was passed on me and I passed on to my children. We have been given a pass, even when I and my children have made stupid decisions. Stupid decisions such driving around with a broken taillight or going to the convenience store for an Arizona and Skittles while wearing a hoodie. Stupid decisions such as getting out a wallet for requested ID.
I could go on with references of people killed because of the color of their skin, something they cannot control. But I am guessing Julie wants to give us her sermon before eleven. And I am certain some of you are wondering where all this talk about different types of stories is going.
If I have learned anything from the Anti-Racism Committee, it is that we need to look at the stories that are hard to tell. Such as why an item like the Green Book had to be created. The singer and actor Billie Porter recently said, sometimes we have to name that which is ugly.
Racism is that ugly product of the legacy of slavery when our country’s forefathers – whether they are yours or not – forced unwilling African immigrants to work.
Despite everything I have read on the subject and seen with the C-ROAR group, I still don’t like talking about racism. Its painful to think that a quirk of fate has given me advantages because of my lily-white skin. I don’t like that story. But as Mia Henry, an activist and motivational speaker, said “it’s not going to go away because we don’t talk about it.”
So that is why I talk about it. That’s why I read books on the subject so I can have a better understanding without having to pain people to tell me their stories. Racism comes at a cost to all of us. It forces you to stay in certain pathways, no matter what color skin you might have. And when a person strays from those pathways, others feel threatened.
Just because I was born with lily-white skin and have histories of past family members with racists beliefs and actions, doesn’t mean I have to go along with their beliefs. I don’t have to stay in familiar pathways.
If I believe that all people should have the same kind of ease with which I move through life, then I have to shake off those old belief systems. And it isn’t always easy.
While I am not perfect, I have been able to make different choices than my parents.
After hearing all of this, I hope that you will talk about these things no matter how difficult. Read books by different authors, attend the upcoming workshop, mull over all that you learn, and let it move you into a different pathway. Make racism disappear by talking about it so that racism is out in the open and burned up in the sunshine like the soul-sucking societal vampire racism is.
Thank you.
For more information about the upcoming workshop, please visit the website for the Flossmoor Congregational Church at http://www.fccfaithful.org