My boyfriend's name is Emmanuel, him and I have been together for almost four years. Emmanuel is half Nigerian and half African American. While reading the article Family Life and School Experience: factors in the Racial Identity Development of Black Youth in White Communities by Beverly Tatum, I couldn't stop thinking about Emmanuel.
His mother was a strong African American woman proud of her history, and his father was a Nigerian who had escaped Nigeria during the Civil War wanting to forget his history.
Emmanuel and his family grew up in a wealthy community in North Carolina. His father was a doctor and his mother was a lawyer. They were living the high life, and were the only Black family in the area. Despite the fact Emmanuel and his siblings were immersed in white culture, they have nothing put positive memories from their childhood.
Unfortunately, Emmanuel's parent's marriage fell apart, and Emmanuel was shuffled in and out of boarding, private, and public schools where a majority of the student bodies were white.
Despite the fact he grew up in affluent white communities, Emmanuel never really felt out of place or let his surroundings have an affect on him. He excelled and succeeded everywhere he went surrounded by his white colleagues.
He has never really been in a situation surrounded by African Americans or Africans.
White people always say they wish "other blacks were like him" or "you're not really black, you're white," "I'm surprised I feel so safe around you." Blacks tell him, "You're not black enough" or "you're a disgrace to all blacks. acting like you're white," "why don't you date black girls," and the ever popular "self-hater." etc., etc.
He's stuck being an exception or a self-hater.
Last night, I was talking to him on the phone about my outrage about the Trayvon Martin case. We had talked about the case before, but this time his tone had changed. He said he was tired with the case, and nothing was going to change.
A little upset, I immediately went off on a rant about how important this case is. I ended my rant with, "no matter what, you will never be looked at as an able-bodied, white, heterosexual male. ever."
he said, "I know." and was silent for a second.
He then began talking about facing and fighting racism in his own life and an identity crisis. The picture he had painted about a charmed life began cracking in my eyes.
Despite everything he had told me, everyday for him was a fight. We had just never really talked about it before. I think it has something to do with the fact we both try to think progressively about race. Before we had the mentality to view people as individuals and not let ideas of color or creed affect the way we viewed them. We chose to be "colorblind" and not judge others on their race. Recently, I've realized I can't think this way until everyone thinks this way which unfortunately probably will not happen in my lifetime.
I believe last night this really sunk in for him too.
Despite the fact he's well known and liked around his campus, the president of the pre-med honors fraternity, works in the ER, and makes stellar grades... people still see him as a black man. There's a reason that two cops were following him in west campus when he had on his hoodie. His hoodie was from his high school boarding school in Princeton. At his time there he served as student body president, was on the honor roll, and was a track, football, and basketball star. The cops didn't know that, they just saw a "suspicious" black man walking through a mostly white neighborhood.
At the end of our conversation, I stressed to him the importance of combining his life experiences and Africentric theories, values, and culture. He has never really had a crash course in african american history, values, and culture despite the fact his mother claimed to be a strong, proud African American woman. We began talking about Nguzo Saba principles and the 4 quadrants. He said he would look into this "africentric stuff," make his own opinion, and get back to me.
It was a really amazing conversation we had. My hope is that by combining his personal experiences and facts that he can move forward and help the African American community. He has already accomplished so much in his life, I just hope this sparks an interest in helping the African American and African community in the US.
Part Dos.
I think one's racial identity plays a big role in one's concept of privilege. I believe the further you're away from a white racial identity the more likely you are to realize what privileges you lack. Being biracial, I was in a stage of personal identity for a long time. My parents never really pressured me to pick one or the other. Honestly, I would say I was in a stage of personal identity for a majority of my life because I never really felt the need to choose one or the other, or felt guilty choosing one over the other because I never really was forced to. On forms I would always check "hispanic" and "indian/asian" because that's how I identified myself.
I'm not sure if it's possible according to the Poston's Bi-racial identity model, but I honestly feel like I jumped to the appreciation and integration stage. Coming to college made me want to immerse myself in my cultures and other cultures. I have such a high appreciation for other people and their own personal heritage, culture, history, stories, etc. I try to take their stories and incorporate them into my outlook on life. I think not being forced to choose a race when I was younger made me more able to be open and receptive to other people's races. I think this helps me to identify with people better which is really important when trying to reach a group of middle school boys.