So I’m gonna be honest: I grew up very, very ignorant of race issues, and I am still learning. Partly because of white privilege, partly because I grew up in such a homogeneous area (Utah). I didn’t even know that racists associate watermelons and fried chicken with black people until I got to college, for instance. I definitely had a ton of blind spots when I was growing up, and one of those most notable blind spots was with regards to people whose roots come from south of the US border.
I’m going to be honest – although I now fully disagree with Arizona’s racial profiling laws, it did take me a while to understand why it is a bad thing to legislate ‘breathing while brown.’ Today, I can tell you all about the history of US/Mexico relations (as an activist said, “We did not cross the border; The border crossed us”), the fact that Native people who ‘look’ foreign according to racial profiling have actually have lived here for thousands of years before any other people did, and I can discuss the unfairness of how white immigrants aren’t profiled like brown immigrants are, etc.
But, as a kid from Utah who had been taught from an early age that brown people = Mexicans = immigrants = job-takers, it took me a long time to understand all of this. I was taught the racist idea that all brown people, particularly those who are poor, are in this country because they want to steal our precious resources, and I had to unlearn that. And I had to learn what, exactly, ‘white privilege’ means.
If I had to do it all over again, or if I had to teach a kid coming from the same place I did, I would have started with an episode of I Shouldn’t Be Alive just before diving into Chicano literature and watching documentaries about the border. This episode would be fantastic for a “white privilege 101″ class, in my opinion.
I Shouldn’t Be Alive, a Discovery channel TV documentary series, is one of my favorite shows ever. It is about ordinary people who get themselves into life-and-death wilderness-survival situations – for example, there’s an episode about a woman who is out to run in the back country of Moab, then she falls off a cliff. She lies there for three days with a shattered pelvis until she is rescued, doing sit-ups through the night (despite her shattered pelvis, which causes internal bleeding) to stave off hypothermia and drinks tiny capfuls of water from a nearby puddle. The show gets very intense and is gory at times, and I have cried at more than one episode, but I find the show to be very inspiring because it showcases the will to survive.
In this particular episode, A Family in Desert Hell, a white family in Arizona frequently drives out to the Arizona desert for family trips. As the mother says, they can’t afford to go anywhere else, so for vacation, they drive out to the middle of nowhere, have some hot dogs, and shoot a few clay pigeons. They’ve done it a million times before, and the mother did it when she was growing up, so they aren’t concerned in the very least. The two children are certainly having a blast.
But, on this particular vacation, it all goes horribly wrong – they get lost. Then the stepdad-to-be drives the truck into a dry riverbed in the hopes that he can drive across the ditch, but the truck gets stuck; its back wheels hang in the air and it cannot be pushed forwards or backwards. On top of that, they have two-wheel drive, so the front wheels have no power at all.
So they survive in the desert for three days – which is a really long time, given that it’s about 120 degrees and practically 0% humidity and they don’t have any water. (No, the cacti don’t have water.) As the sun bakes their skin, the stepdad-to-be, who started out with a more olive shade, becomes very brown.
Early on, they split up: the mother stays with her two children and the stepdad-to-be goes out and finds some dirt paths with tire tracks. So he wanders along those roads, hoping to find people.
And, finally he does find a truck – which turns out to be occupied by two bigoted white assholes. They laugh in the stepdad’s face when he croaks out, “Water?” Then the stepdad, who is used to living in bilingual border towns, croaks, “Agua?”
I don’t know how people usually read the stepdad-to-be – I would guess ‘white’ – but at this point, he has no white privilege because he is so brown from the sun. So using Spanish is potentially deadly in the land of ‘this is ‘merika, speak English!’: the driver laughs even harder and the passenger pours water into his face! Then they drive off, leaving him to die from exposure!
After I got over my initial rage at those asshole white men for being such insensitive pricks – this man could have died and they didn’t care – I realized how huge and terrible racism is. I grew up in a liberal white town thinking that racism is about people being mean to each other, but I didn’t really understand the life-and-death implications of racism.
Thanks to this show, a simple truth shattered my comfortable white bubble and hit home: this man could have died due to racism. It didn’t even matter what race he was – all that mattered was that other people read him as brown. Furthermore, it doesn’t matter that brown people are, in fact, human beings – the problem lies with the utterly self-centered white men who thought that it was a game that a thirsty man was in the 120 degree desert begging for water, who thought that a brown man didn’t deserve to be considered ‘human’ like they are. That episode helped me to realize that this kind of thing happens very often, maybe every single day, in border towns, and that it has been happening for far too long. And then I realized that other people of color who don’t have to deal with being brown on the US/Mexican border also go through similar shit – most recently, Trayvon Martin, who was shot for breathing while black. Not to mention the history of lynching, genocide, etc, in this country.
Racism isn’t just about people being not-nice to each other; it’s not just about white people hurting brown people’s feelings. Assumptions about other people are not harmless. At best, they make people feel invisible, dehumanized; at worst, they can be deadly. Again: Racism is not about being nice or not nice. It’s about violence, even death. This is something that more white people need to understand, in my opinion.