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Ebonics, and other things.

by Maria on March 15, 2010

in Thoughts and Debacles

Yesterday, I started to comment on my friend Cecily’s post but it ended up being a post in and of itself, so I figured it’d be best to make a post of it here.* She wrote about conversations she had with ladies in her neighborhood, where they planned to school their children, and how the fact that most of the children at the school were African American tied into their decisions. One woman she talked to didn’t want her child to go to their local elementary because she didn’t want him to learn ‘Ebonics’. Immediately after reading, I didn’t even really know what to say, but I wanted to comment. I felt that maybe, being a minority and having children that were mixed, and one child in particular that has been mistaken for fully white, I had a different perspective.

Ebonics is, inherently, a racist term. It implies that black (ie., “ebony”) people speak in a dialect so broken and incomprehensible that it needs to be separated from the rest of the English language and learned. It may not have been coined negatively, but regardless, it is a sweeping generalization that paints black people as uneducated and incapable of understand or speaking as  “good as the white folks do.” You don’t have to be a politically correct über-liberal to see how that’s a bad thing.

For her to assume that the children at that school all speak that way is prejudicial, and unless she plans to shield her child from all forms of entertainment, such as hip hop and Quentin Tarantino movies to name some off the top of my head, for the rest of his life, he’s going to learn it, at least some semblances of it, whether she likes it or not. And what’s wrong with that, really?

I’m not dense enough to suggest that many of the black people I know aren’t more likely to say “Y’all niggas done lost yo damn minds, fah real doh” (spoken exactly as I typed it) rather than “you guys are insane, seriously” but so what? As long as these same people know the correct way to say what’s on their minds, and when to use that wonderful, wonderful thing called code-switching, what’s the problem? I don’t speak that way. I used to, when I was younger, but now, I don’t really bother with it, although if you smack me in the middle of a group of black people, such as my cousins on my grandfather’s side,  after a while I’ll fall back into it. Just like if I spend too much time with my grandparents or my boyfriend, every little bit of Southern in the way I speak will be exacerbated too. Still, being as I normally don’t talk like that, I find it seriously offensive that if she saw me entering a school, maybe with a little boy or girl that was my skin tone, she’d assume that I did. Just the way that I’m sure people here in the South see my tattoos and piercings and wrongly assume I’m a bitch with a long criminal record. That – the assumption based on appearances – is what’s prejudicial here.

I won’t call her racist, because I’m very big on semantics, and there is an astounding difference between racism (ie., hating someone) and prejudice (ie., generalizing or having preconceived notions and opinions) in my opinion.  For a popular example of the difference  I consider between the two words, look at Ms. Morello from the show Everybody Hates Chris (an all around brilliant show). She frequently assumes Chris’ mother is a crackhead, his father is absent, he has a dozen brothers and sisters, and that he eats ribs and pig’s feet, but she doesn’t hate Chris or treat him unkindly or unfairly. She’s not racist, she’s prejudiced. I believe that White Privilege allows the average white person to believe things and feel things about other races that implicitly affect their view of the world, whether they are aware or have ill feelings or not.

The lady Cecily was talking with may not have any idea that what she said was offensive, although I strongly doubt that. Why? Because I don’t believe she would have used that term or even brought up the race:school thing in the discussion had Cecily been a bit more brown, but she MAY be sheltered. Which, to me, says something else about her. Cecily lives in Philadelphia, right? There’s no way she could have had so little interaction with black people that she not realize that term was offensive unless she was almost purposefully avoiding it. “It” being interaction with black people.

I worry about how parents like this, and the children who ultimately learn from them, will affect my children. Bella has a slight concept of color, and she calls herself pink and me brown, like Cecily’s daughter Tori does. For a while, she was seriously obsessed with the differences and somewhere along the way she learned that being pink was better than being brown. I don’t profess to be color blind – no one is, and if you are, you’re doing yourself and the world around you a disservice by ignoring the differences between the races – but a child should never get the impression that anyone is less than because of their skin. Which I guarantee you the child of that woman who doesn’t want him to ‘learn Ebonics’ is going to learn, listening to the conversations of his parents. It’s not too much of a stretch to think that eventually (whether coaxed or no) the child will learn to believe that since a school full of black people is inferior to a school full of white people, the same must be true as a rule for the general population. It is very possible for his parents and himself to be almost completely unaware of such a belief, too.

Hence, the perpetuation of white privilege in America, repeatedly passed down, even unknowingly.

I am hoping that no matter how black or white or Hispanic my daughters end up looking, or how gay or straight or bisexual they are, or how Christian or Muslim or Atheist they decide is right for them, that they are always not only tolerant and aware of the differences between them and others, but that they welcome situations that put them outside of their ‘comfort zones’, whatever those may be. How else are they supposed to grow or develop into tolerant individuals? I would hate for anything that I do, or anything that they pick up from other, more close minded people, to inhibit their ability to accept the world around them in a complete way.

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*Whoa. This was long. See why it needed to be its own post?!

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Listening to: Toto – Africa

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We’re good.

by Maria on September 10, 2009

in Friends & Fuckers

us Were good.

Friends.

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Listening to: Fall Out Boy – “The Take Over, The Breaks Over”

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The End of An Era

by Maria on August 30, 2009

in Family

3865293126 3267077b25 b The End of An Era

Days in advance she’d chosen her first day outfit and it wasn’t this. It was another dress, different shoes, different hairstyle and all. Then she wore this earlier in the week and decided she wanted to wear it again. It’s all from Target, head to toe and she looked damn adorable, I must say.

She was really happy that her dad came into town for her first day and I was happy for her. She drew him a picture of himself and made sure to give it to him as soon as she saw him, her own little way of thanking him for coming to take her to school. It was sweet watching him walk her in. She looked so tiny, but grown up. I still remember when he carried her everywhere, sitting on his forearm. And her backpack is awesome. Ninja Turtles FTW.

She remembered which desk was hers from open house last week, sat right down and got to work coloring her school bus. So prim and proper and quiet. Her teacher told me at the end of the day that she was perfect. I knew she would be. She also blew the assessment tests out of the water and proclaimed to everyone during them that “my mommy has already taught me this stuff” and I must admit that I was proud.

Ari was angry. She was angry about Bella going to school and she was angry that she couldn’t play with the blocks. Every hour or so during the day she asked me if it was time to go get her sister yet and would always pout when I told her it wasn’t. She lit up like a Christmas tree when I told her it was time to go get her but of course, when she saw Bella, she turned on her heels and pretended that she hadn’t missed her at all. Gotta keep up appearances and what not.

Everyone ruined the photo except Bella. Ari was mad, I was looking at the teacher instead of the camera and although all you see is an apple, J. was looking down at Bella. He doesn’t like his image up online, hush. And I really need to lose weight, but this isn’t about me.

She had a wonderful day. She drew me pictures in art class and made friends with the other children. She talked about it incessantly, just like I wanted her too and by the time bedtime rolled around, she could barely keep her eyes open.

All weekend she’s been ready to return. Tomorrow she does. I’m happy for her.

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Listening to: Michael Jackson – Billie Jean

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Dirty Fingernails & Pink Cheeks

by Maria on August 14, 2009

in Family,Photog

It’s raining outside. We haven’t been out.

I had plenty of things to do today; I’m glad I don’t have to do them.

My baby is sick. She’s lying around, falling in and out of light states of sleep.

When she’s awake she’s like she always is when ill: happy. Lethargic and happy.

Eyes glassy, skin pale, hair still in the messy ponytail I gave her last night to keep it out of the line of sick.

Ari

Up under my elbow, snuggled into me, watching Miyazaki films and catching my yawns.

Sitting in the bowl of my crossed legs, my shoulder her pillow, my arms extended across her to my keyboard.

Laying in her spot in my bed, holding her Dug, holding my hand.

“Mommy?” she says.

“I love you.” she finishes.

I love her too.

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I told Bella she looked like Chihiro, from Spirited Away. She didn’t see it.

“Look! Look at your brown hair, and brown black eyes, and your round cheeks! Even your pink shirts! You’re not twins, but you look similar, I think it’s pretty cool.”

She wanted makeup.

“Only if I can make you look like Chihiro” I said. She agreed.

Picnik collage

I think I convinced her.

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Listening to: B.J. Thomas – Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head

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Chicago: A PhotoBlog

by Maria on July 29, 2009

in Photog

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