The Culture of Whiteness!

Describe your ethnic culture to me and how your ethnicity is important in your life. Find it difficult?

Chances are that means you are White, or more importantly, people treat you as if you are White.  Whiteness is the unmarked marker, the invisible, the taken-for-granted, and it is tied to economic and social privilege.

"A kind of unholy trinity of corporations, the state, and monopolistic media produces and reproduces patterns and practices of whiteness with dreadful predictability...its continued persuasiveness rests upon the pervasive social spatial, occupational, and residential segregation that makes our bifurcated social structure seem like a natural phenomenon."

You could also replace "whiteness" with 'hegemony' or 'heteronormativity'.

"Although the nature of jobs and the racial composition of the labor force have changed along with the industries in the economic core, the mass of the working class is still--or perhaps more accurately, once again--not-white, racially segregated, and occupationally segmented."

"The eagerness to be white is not hard to understand, since whiteness is a state of privilege and belonging."

-Karen Brodkin, from How Jews Became White Folks and What That Says about Race in America (1998)

Who is Barack Obama?

I love the following excerpts from chapter two of Barack Obama's Dreams from my Father. Maybe he is full of meaningless rhetoric like most politicians that enjoy successes.  Maybe he has let some of us down with respect to the vision that we aligned with.  But I can't help but believe he possesses a quality of character that each of us should hope and strive for and look up to.  He isn't perfect, and he exists as individual mediating within the current world-state, just as the rest of us are.  You're either the type who hurls literal or figurative Molotov cocktails at perceived institutions and ideologies of injustice, or you're the type who fits in enough to combat them as an insider.  I can't honestly opine as to which is nobler, both approaches can accomplish progress, and I'll go out on a limb to assert the balance of the two is a tricky art.

"It had taken me less than six months to learn Indonesia's language, its customs, and its legends. I had survived chicken pox, measles, and the sting of my teachers' bamboo switches.

The children of farmers, servants, and low-level bureaucrats had become my best friends, and together we ran the streets morning and night, hustling odd jobs, catching crickets, battling swift kites with razor-sharp lines – the loser watched his kite soar off with the wind, and knew that somewhere other children had formed a long wobbly train, their heads towards the sky, waiting for their prize to land.

With Lolo [Obama's stepfather], I learned how to eat small green chill peppers raw with dinner (plenty of rice), and, away from the dinner table, I was introduced to dog meat (tough), snake meat (tougher), and roasted grasshopper (crunchy)."

"That's how things were, one long adventure, the bounty of a young boy's life. In letters to my grandparents, I would faithfully record many of these events, confident that more civilising packages of chocolate and peanut butter would surely follow.

But not everything made its way into my letters; some things I found too difficult to explain. I didn't tell Toot and Gramps about the face of the man who had come to our door one day with a gaping hole where his nose should have been: the whistling sound he made as he asked my mother for food. Nor did I mention the time that one of my friends told me in the middle of recess that his baby brother had died the night before of an evil spirit brought in by the wind – the terror that danced in my friend's eyes for the briefest of moments before he let out a strange laugh and punched my arm and broke off into a breathless run.

There was the empty look on the faces of farmers the year the rains never came, the stoop in their shoulders as they wandered barefoot through their barren, cracked fields, bending over every so often to crumble earth between their fingers; and their desperation the following year when the rains lasted for over a month, swelling the river and fields until the streets gushed with water and swept as high as my waist and families scrambled to rescue their goats and their hens even as chunks of their huts washed away."

"The world was violent, I was learning, unpredictable and often cruel. My grandparents knew nothing of such a world, I decided; there was no point in disturbing them with questions they couldn't answer."

Excerpts taken from http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/nov/09/barack-obama-childhood-indonesia

I'm attracted to female-bodied persons.

I could attempt to identity all the reasons and circumstances as to why it is that I am, usually somewhat masked,  intensely attracted to female-bodied persons.

But this is just a blog post.

     Adrienne Rich defines the lesbian continuum as that which embraces "many more forms of primary intensity between and among women, including the sharing of a rich inner life, the bonding against male tyranny, the giving and receiving of practical and political support".  Rich's "lesbian continuum" embraces not only lesbian but also heterosexual women, who are conceptualized not as part of a hierarchical binary but as part of a continuum.  Rich's continuum also includes female bonding against homophobic tendencies in some of the feminist movements.


Rich, Adrienne. 1980. Compulsory heterosexuality and lesbian existence.
as quoted by Wu, Peichen in the collection: Women's sexualities and masculinities in a globalizing Asia.

Langston Hughes and El-P

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