Thursday, May 8, 2008

The Requirements of Reconciliation

It is universally understood that reconciling conflicts requires humility. It requires exercising the heavy human bundle of vulnerability, sensitivity and forgiveness. In minor personal conflicts demonstrating these qualities can be difficult. In longstanding bitter social and racial conflicts demonstrating these qualities can be nearly impossible. Sensitivity to the “other” is a particular challenge in this bundle.

I was recently in Minnesota for a meeting. Upon arriving in the hotel, I was confronted by a convention of the National Indian Children’s Welfare Association. There were nearly 200 Native American people in the lobby. It immediately struck me that I may have never seen more than one or two Native people together at the same time in my life. I was instantly conscious of being an “other” among so many Native people. I found it odd that at this stage of my life I was experiencing this kind of social first. It almost seemed silly to be saying in America, that I had never been face to face with more than one or two Native Americans.

I left the hotel and traveled to Harmony, Minnesota, a town about two and half hours south east of Minneapolis with a population of approximately 500 people. As I walked out of the meeting there I saw a man dressed like a farmer from the 19th century coming down the street in a horse drawn buggy. I went back inside and asked the receptionist what he was about. She laughed first, and then explained that he was Amish. Apparently, Harmony is home to the largest community of Amish people in Minnesota. I’ve heard about Amish people in social studies - in Pennsylvania with their farmer’s markets and such - but I had never seen an Amish person in real life.

I left the meeting and went to an ice cream parlor to see about chocolate shakes in Harmony. I got into a conversation with the lady working there. I asked if there were any black people that lived in Harmony. She said no. The closest black people live in a town that was about an hour and half away. It didn’t surprise me that there were no black people in Harmony, but I was surprised that she knew where the closest ones were. Then she said that Harmony is a really small town and a lot of the people that live there have been there for generations. She said that she herself had never seen a black person face to face until she was in her twenties and that even now there are very few black people that ever come there. This was a lady in her early 40’s.

In a single day I had seen two sets of people I had never seen before and been a rarity, an “other” myself. On the drive back I reflected on the potential differences in our world views: views of Native Americans on themselves in America, views of the Amish and the complexity their simplicity poses for them, views of a white woman who had never seen a black person until I was in high school and my views on myself as an urban black man. I had never really thought of myself as having a relationship with any of these groups of people. I suspect that being a black man and the child of immigrants, my Americaness is not forefront in my identity. Somehow though, this unusual experience of firsts in Minnesota made me think of America, its complexity and how much about other Americans I don't know.

With that experience so fresh in my mind, I find Reverend Jeremiah Wright’s public comments gross. I think he is right in his two principal themes – that a change will come and that different does not mean deficient – but his tone, posture, language and examples, demonstrate a profound lack of sensitivity. The subjects of race, theological tradition and social experience are necessarily difficult to discuss. There is nothing new in that. They are even more difficult to discuss when the objective of the discussion is reconciliation – reconciling disparate world views of different groups of people with limited exposure to one another in a landscape that explicitly treats different not only as deficient, but with contempt.

Reverend Wright’s address demonstrated that he has forgotten that otherness is necessarily a mutually occurring reality. There cannot be just one other. The degree to which one group misunderstands or is simply ignorant of another is often paralleled by an mutual misunderstanding or ignorance. Certainly for me, Native American and Amish people could not be more strange. I have no idea what words, phrases or posture they use to articulate their experience as Americans or what conclusions they draw. I also don’t know what views they have, if any, of black people. As a result, we need to be introduced to one another.

Introducing an unknown element of black identity and world view to the country in the manner of Rev. Wright is not only ineffective, it trivializes the complexity of our experience here. Indeed, it confirms the stereotype held by another white Minnesotan that I spoke to, “a lot folks around here think African Americans are kinda loud and scary.” Introducing some aspects of black identity to groups of people with limited exposure to black people, requires patience and sensitivity to the mutual sense of “other.” Taking this approach is not weakness, it is human courtesy. It avails our neighbors of the treatment we would expect for ourselves. This is how reconciliation works and more importantly how relationships are built. Barack Obama’s rejection of Reverend Wright is an endorsement of this later course – a course that will facilitate my relationship with Native Americans and the Amish; a course that will better help me understand what it is to be an American….

…living under the Obama Administration!!

kamau

3 comments:

luvlife0702 said...

i bet rev wright also has rarely come face to face with the degree of otherness you experienced in Minnesota.

working with indigenous youth in montreal i learned a lot about invisibility. literally. because so many mohawks looked like the french with whom they had intermarried for hundreds of years they rarely saw themselves anywhere except in documentaries. and that is our view of them. and where i live, we also have loads of casinos to mark all the rez's throughout the state.

we in the USA get caught up in the dichotomoy of black and white and no matter how hard we try to escape it (and often because teh brown and yellow fight their way in), that is how we deal with the world.

i will say its cool that president-to-be obama has experienced diversity personally and socially that goes beyond that dichotomy, which labeled him post-racial but we clearly ain't close to being there yet and sooner or later the cat was gonna tear her ass out of that crocus bag we were holding her in. she's out now. but still in two colors.

maybe it's time somebody got to painting her with all her stripes.

just an aside, the per 100,000 death rate of Iraq is headed by folks from various islands of the pacific. (http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/11537737/from/RSS/) and i'm still trying to find the list that included other islands of the pacific before we even hit vermont which has the highest death rate per state.

THAT is one stat we need to consider when we're thinking about who is the USA and who's out there dying for our asses.

Janelle said...

Thanks again for a great post on racial issues. Did you know that Barack Obama went to Punahou High School in Honolulu? I know because I lived down the street from Punahou for almost a year after my daughter, Malia, was born.

During my four years living in Hawaii I got to experience being the "other." I never realized my whiteness until I substitute taught in Hawaiian public schools where I was frequently the only white person in the room or one of very few. In Hawaii, white people are called "haoles," a derogatory comment literally meaning "without breath" dating back to the first white visitors to the Hawaiian Islands. Hawaiians used to greet each other by touching foreheads and breathing each other's breath. The white visitors had no clue and so they were labeled haoles and the name stuck.

Being the only person of my race in a room was wierd at first...but it gave me great understanding for how a lot of immigrants must feel when coming to the United States. I am now aware of my whiteness in a new way.

Janelle

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