Color between the lines

Painfully white but joyfully happy on election night, a party-goer is enlightened during the ride home.

Nov. 4, 2008, and a new set of questions.

The scene: I'm at an Obama party. The room is filled with white people.

And this may not be a corrected — or even a kind — thing to say, but all of us here have never lived around black people, never had our children play with black children after school. I'm not trying to prove anything by saying this. It's just a fact. Like the color of my hair — or, at least, the color I was born with.

Yet here we are, gathered and pouring champagne for a man that seems the best kind of man the world can deliver us. Black or white, rich or poor, old or young, we say, what we share tonight is this: When Barack speaks, we trust. How good it feels to say this! As if I've just walked out of a long, dark tunnel. Is this the same feeling a writer had when he coined the phrase The Dark Ages? I wonder.

Still, here at the party and cheering on the Electoral College, the difference from how I thought about race-prejudice just yesterday, and now, is expanding. But why? It feels, strangely, as if I'm even more conscious of what lies ahead in terms of confronting, say, my own father's stone-age prejudices, or this looming question: Is it just as bigoted to walk away from a time-honored closeness because a friend adamantly said to me, "This country is not ready for a black president!" and I knew she meant she was not ready? Do I remember that she has stood by me through a decade of thick and thin, and accept her just how she is, prejudice and all, which is the only way a friendship has a chance of enduring?

Or, standing here next to an elderly woman obviously as happy as I am to see the votes tally up, and I hear her say, "I can't believe we just elected a colored man!" Do I correct her? Or do I let it go? In my hyper-awareness of what her choice of word says about how far we still need to go (also because I'm a little drunk), I correct her. And I've regretted it every second since.

Aside from these many questions, or because of them, still, my favorite part of the evening, even after an election victory that separates our past from all there is to come, is meeting the Pakistani cab driver who drove me home after the party. The way he hustled over while yelling at the other cab driver who also wanted my fare, a Sikh whose white turban suddenly paled compared to the ferocious redness his face became as he verbally fought back, reminding me how business is done in most of the world, no matter how much Seattle has buffered me from such open fighting for turf, callow as this may sound.

"Hold on guys," I said, not wanting to return home guilt-ridden after such a celebratory night just because I'm forced to choose one needy taxi driver over another. I've become this sensitive, carrying around the burdens of the world when these two men handle their vying just fine, throwing up their arms and moving on.

Once on our way, my driver, very social and well-mannered to me, laughed after I whined about the past eight years of American politics. Then, after inhaling a rather large breath, he wagged his finger and said, "There is no room for self-pity in life. You must be grateful. Here in this great country of yours, you elect a bad president, you admit it, then you elect a good man, all in eight short years. This is wonderful! In my country it has been bad for centuries."

I reached for my notebook so I could write that down, thinking why do we Americans fault ourselves so? Why does it take an immigrant to make me see how tired I am of complaining about my country while forgetting to appreciate its admirability, an exhaustion much greater than my ability to cope with it?


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Comments:

Posted Sat, Nov 8, 2:13 p.m. Inappropriate

ML Sanelli, like so many others, is in complete disconnect re the candidate and the baggage he will bring with him. the old school liberal, left democrats are all lining up with their socialist programs, rejected before, and they await to board the money train.

the era of 'no personal responsibility - everything is my right' has begun.

my hope is Mr. Obama will have enough centrist guts to do what's best for this country, not the generation of 'its all about me'.

we shall see.

oh, as a parting offer, i can connect Sanelli with a neighborhood off Rainier Ave S where she can connect with the black/colored experience. i suggest at least 6 months and then she can offer up part II of her gush.

Posted Sun, Nov 9, 7:26 a.m. Inappropriate

Not all of God’s children accept that the election of the first African-American President is a major event in the history of the United States. Some prefer to wallow in their hatred and bigotry. Sad, but that’s the way it is.

Posted Sun, Nov 9, 3:15 p.m. Inappropriate


And some substitute the race card for realism and opinion.

Posted Sun, Nov 9, 10:04 p.m. Inappropriate

Nice piece, Mary, thanks for laying it out there.

Funny, I've also had some great discussions with cab drivers who recently arrived from the Mideast, Africa, and elsewhere. Some of these guys bring a lot of wisdom with them to this country.

Sean

Posted Mon, Nov 10, 2:52 p.m. Inappropriate

"your perspective on the race prejudice thing is expanding" As an African-American male I've been hearing a lot of that since November 4th, but have a hard time believing it.

Mr. Obama's election is a significant milestone indeed, but I expect everyday behaviors and prejuidance will remain unchanged for brothers like myself. I doubt white women will stop clutching their purses tighter when I enter the elevator.

So go ahead toast the new President at his inauguration day, but as I see it you're drinking to celebrate the victory of your preferred candidate, not any realignment of your peceptions or actions towards race.

dwhiting

Posted Mon, Nov 10, 3:56 p.m. Inappropriate

My cynical side agrees with dwhiting. My optimistic side hopes Sanelli means exactly what she says.

For what it's worth, I'd stick with your friend and I wouldn't have corrected the old woman, either. And I really like your cab driver.

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