No Surprise Here

When examining issues related to gender inequality, race and racial identity matter every time. This dates back to the first Women’s Movement. The popular assumption of the women’s movement is that it was for all women. This is grossly incorrect. Susan B. Anthony, a pioneer of that movement, was a known racist. In fact, the main argument for women’s suffrage was that it would secure white supremacy. If white women could vote for the same racists that the white men voted for, black people would continue to be pressed down. This is also apparent in the 19th and 20th century when white women were placed on a pedestal. They were the picture of virtue, honor, and everything pure. Black men were lynched for even looking at a white woman, and no interracial relationship would even be considered as consensual. Instead, the black man was accused of raping the precious white woman every time. Whereas black women were treated totally opposite, they were raped and impregnated by white men at record numbers without cause or charge against the perpetrator. Clearly, since the beginning, race has mattered when dealing with gender inequality. 

After watching, “Rush to Judgment”, I STRONGLY believe that Clarence Thomas would not be a Supreme Court justice if Anita Hill would have been white. She accused him of sexual harassment, but existing stereotypes of the oversexed black woman cut her credibility down to nonexistent. There is a clear gender inequality because here is a powerful man accused of taking advantage of a less powerful woman, but he was not punished. However, the outcome is not surprising considering the race of the parties involved.

It’s the classic “double negative”: black and a woman. Historically, the bottom of the totem pole. The least important.  Being a woman is one thing but being a black woman is worse in terms of inequality. The plight of women is not the same across racial lines. Women being stay at home mothers because they weren’t allowed to work is the history of white women. Black women, even today, seldom possess the option of staying at home instead of working.

The inequality against black women exists strongly today. Black women have constantly been left out of the push for equal rights. With the exception of traditionally low-paying jobs like maids and waitresses or the performing arts like music videos and BET, a person would be hard-pressed to find a black face among women moving up in the ranks. Look at Congress. How many women are in the Senate? Sixteen. How many black women? Zero. The first woman Senator was in 1922. The first black woman was in 1993. Obviously there is a gender inequality but racial inequality coupled with gender is astonishing. As hard as it is for a woman to gain equal footing with men, apparently for a black woman, it is impossible.

Instead of the high-tech lynching that Clarence Hill claimed to be a victim of, the case was actually a reaffirmation of inequality among black women.  Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, the perpetrator was a black man. The case acknowledged and confirmed his position above, even if only one step, the black woman in terms of justice and equality.

This does not come as a surprise to me, a black woman. Although black men may claim to be betrayed, held down, usurped, degraded, etc by black women, they still have the clear upper hand. This is exemplified by cases like this one, rap music, and even statistics that they choose to ignore.  The triumph of Clarence Thomas clearly validated black women’s skepticism of the justice system, and proved, once again that black women get the short end of the stick more often than not.  But maybe that’s just me.

Published in: on September 11, 2007 at 12:13 p  Leave a Comment  

Please call me Black

        My name is Alissa Christine. The reason why I always include my middle name in introductions and omit the last name is two-fold. For one, I don’t like my last name. What is your last name?, you ask. I’m not telling because I don’t like it. Also, my first and middle name together mean, Triumphant entry (Alissa) in Christ (Christine). Ever since I realized this about six months ago, I decided to use my first and middle name together all of the time. Jesus Christ is just as much a part of me as my own name, and every time I see my name written I remember why I write both names.

        Least important, is the fact that I am a junior, broadcast journalism major. One day I plan to be a national political correspondent. Oh, and lets not forget what I don’t consider the  most important or telling, but definitely the most obvious thing about me, I am a pretty Black young female.

        I don’t prefer the description “African-American” for several reasons. The first is that an ignorant white male a long time ago stripped an entire continent of its originality and differences, and replaced it with the word “African”. It was a long time ago and people are over it and even some natives of the continent call themselves Africans when they are in the United States of America, but its history is insulting.

        Also if someone can tell me where I am from in Africa then that person can call me African-American. If not, then please call me Black. Why? The word Black doesn’t dismiss this country of the plight of my ancestors as the word African-American does. To call me Black reminds the speaker that I am a person of no history except that of slavery. And an African-American is the person whose parents lived in Africa, but he or she was born in the United States. I, on the other hand, have no idea how far back my ancestors are from Africa and no one should forget that. I am just as “from here” as Native Americans, as far as I am concerned.

        Besides, contrary to popular belief, Black, to me, is not a negative thing. Black people are those who are born in this country and also don’t know how far back their ancestors lived in Africa. Black people have overcome slavery, imminent extinction and even Jim Crow. That is something to be proud of. Furthermore, I strongly believe no matter how many people soak money and time out of my peers claiming to be able to look at them and tell them what country they are from, no one will ever know for sure. I don’t know my true heritage and that is not because I am too lazy or uncaring to look it up as White people who don’t know there heritage must be. I don’t know because it is impossible to know. But, I don’t feel sorry for myself because I know my origin and destination are both in heaven. I don’t want empathy from anyone. What I want is to be described as Black. And there is no shame in that at all.  But then again, maybe it’s just me.

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Published in: on September 8, 2007 at 3:54 p  Leave a Comment  

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