In the anti-racism work that I am privileged to be a part of around the country, I often have people (usually white people) say to me, “I don’t understand what the big deal is. Racism is on the way out! We’ve elected a black president. There are laws against segregation. We are post-racial.” Indeed, many white folks seemed to think that the election of Barack Obama would lead to some sort of “post-racial” reality in the United States where past wrongs would be forgotten and present injustices would be wiped away, but what that seems to imply is that we white folks are simply sick and tired of hearing people of color complain. It’s almost as if we’re saying, “We threw you a bone! We elected one of YOU PEOPLE! Move on!”
The reality, though, is that racism is just getting harder and harder to identify as those (or should I say those of us) who perpetuate it are more and more covert in our racism. I
thought of this last night as I was at a training to volunteer with an amazing program called Reading to End Racism. We were discussing some potential books that folks could read with their students in the program, and our trainer, Daniel, highlighted An Angel Just Like Me by Mary Hoffman, a story about a young black boy who looks around at all of the white angels on trees and in stores during Christmas time and begins to wonder whether there are any black angels. Upon hearing about this story, I couldn’t help but think, “That’s the heart of racism today! It’s hard to put your finger on it, but it’s all those subtle things that establish some people as lesser than others, as inferior.”
gained. When the conversation turns to weight, I definitely start to feel uncomfortable. After all, I have always been taught and felt that health has a lot more to do with how you feel and how you live than how much you weigh, yet our society seems to focus almost exclusively on dropping those pesky pounds. I had never paid much attention to the array of weight-loss television shows (The Biggest Loser, Dance Your Ass Off, Weighing In, Celebrity Fit Club, etc) until I received an email from a family member, asking if I would like to join a local version of “The Biggest Loser” where we would weigh in at the beginning, commit to working out and eating regularly, and then win prizes for those that lost the most weight. I thought this weird, so I started to look around, and I started to notice it everywhere! My apartment complex is even hosting its own version of “The Biggest Loser!”
Further, by the bill’s own language, statutory rape is no longer considered rape unless it is “forcible” (whatever that means) or incestuous. In essence, this clause has the potential to leave women who are drugged, inebriated, or who do not openly resist (whether out of fear or inability) without federal protection and with few options for terminating a pregnancy resulting from rape if they do not have the funds to pay for an abortion.