Sunday, March 24, 2013

Becoming Mexican American: Concept of the Border

The concept of the border between countries is a tricky one to understand, especially concerning the border the divides the United States from Mexico. The borderlines that we seen drawn on the map or globe do not physically exist but as just imaginary buffer line between different nations that often wax and wane in either direction over the course of history. This has most definitely been the case of the US-Mexico border. The land that we now refer to as California, Texas, New Mexico (haha), and Arizona, once had not just one but two prior owners before the US: Spain and Mexico. However, with the blessings of Manifest Destiny those lands become a part of the growing empire, excuse, I meant nation called America.

While reading Sanchez' Becoming Mexican American, it was fascinating to learn how this border's existence was both ignore and enforced based on the agenda of the US economy. Since white labor didn't want jobs in agriculture, farmers and railroad kingpins looked to Mexico to meet their demand for labor. However, when demand for labor decreased the border line separating Mexico and the US seem to grow bolder and more defined. As if like a faucet the US government turned on the spigot when their own labor supply was dry and turned it off when that demand was met. George Sanchez writes, "The pull factors represented by a burgeoning southwestern economy and a federal government willing to allow undocumented migration through a policy of benign neglect were factors which contributed to mass migration across the border during the early years of the twentieth century." The enforcement of this US-Mexico borderline depended on whether its existence was convenient for the US economy. So then I ask, is this border real? What purpose does it actually serve if its existence is occasionally enforced?

Friday, March 22, 2013

Playing Indian: What Constitutes Play from Authenticity?


Dear Mr. Deloria,

            Firstly, I want to thank you for your book “Playing Indian.” Never before have I stopped to consider how Indianness is performed in American society and how these performances affect the cultural identity of Native Americans today.
            As you mentioned in your book, the first American appropriation of Indian identity was by the colonist who used Indianness as a means to separate themselves from British culture and shape the new American identity. In this appropriation of Indian identity, the Indian represented lawlessness and nature. The colonists wanted to evoke this image of acting out wildly because of an unnatural power (British rule) that was leveraging hefty taxes on them. In my mind, it is hard to completely understand how playing Indian became a way of defining American identity yet Indians are still seen as other. Is it on because it is a matter of numbers? If Indians were the majority, then would the symbolic use of the Indian take on a more realistic meaning?
            Navigating a country that is mélange of races and cultures is incredibly difficult. While reading your book I could not help but get the feeling that the portrayal of playing Indian was slightly biased. I felt that, although whites are the majority, that they were not given the benefit of the doubt. For the most part, their intentions were portrayed as being manipulative and ulterior. For example, in your chapter “Literary Indians and Ethnographic Objects” I got the feeling that Lewis Henry Morgan was being portrayed solely as a manipulator of Indian culture, a grown man who used the guise of science and scholarship to play Indian with his Indian friends. Although this may be an accurate depiction of Morgan, I wonder how is a person who is genuinely interested in a culture supposed to go about learning or participating it? Will someone who actually wants to be adopted in Indian culture be seen as “playing Indian” as opposed to being Indian? Is being Indian a birthright only?
            Lewis Henry Morgan’s participation in the New Confederacy was extremely interesting to learn about. He was seemingly straddling two worlds. In one, he performed the tragic role of the American Indian, lamenting the destruction of nature and the demise of Indian culture (which is a phenomenon that is debatable…) while in the other, he reaps the benefits of being a white male in an industrialized civilization. Would it be best if Morgan just stayed in his world of white male privilege? Will his curiosity and investigation of Indian-ness always be seen as mockery or inauthentic, no matter his intentions?

My mind hurts when these questions begin to flood my mind but perhaps you can provide me some clarity on the subject, Mr. Deloira.

Again, thank you for your wonderful book and I hope to receive a letter from you in the near future.

Your fan,
Chelsey



Does dressing the part make you more authentic? What about pure blooded Indians that only wear western clothing? Are the less Indian?

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Nicole's Final Project

For my final I will be further exploring racial passing.  I am interested in focusing on the reactions to passing that come from people on both sides of the color line and how these reactions more generally helped to shape people's opinions of people of different races and of the racial hierarchy itself.  I will be focusing on the story Passing by Nella Larsen which gives a perspective from the side of a black community that is witnessing someone passing as well as the reaction of one white male when he discovers the truth.  I will also be looking at the film, Lost Boundaries, which tells the story of the Johnston family who were discovered after many years of passing.  This movie shows some of the reactions of the white community that the family was living in.  This source is also especially interesting because it addresses the reactions of children who find out that they have been passing for their whole lives without even knowing it.  In this way, they are able to illustrate the feelings of people from both sides of the color line since they have always thought themselves to be white and they then discovered and had to adjust to the fact that they actually were not.  I will also be looking at several pieces by Langston Hughes including "Who's Passing for Who?", "Fooling our White Folks", and "Jokes on our White Folks" which each address passing in a comical and different way than my first two sources.  I will also be looking at a chapter from the book Crossing the Line by Gayle Wald which analyzes the films Lost Boundaries and Pinky and their effectiveness in realistically representing the experience of passing and the implications and aftermath of its discovery.  I will also be looking at Ebony and Jet articles that address passing in a different type of medium: popular magazine articles.

Sources:
 Hughes, Langston. "Fooling Our White Folks." Essays on Art, Race, Politics, and World Affairs. N.p.: University of Missouri, 2002. 313-17. Print.

Hughes, Langston. "Jokes on Our White Folks." Langston Hughes and the Chicago Defender. Ed. Christopher C. De Santis. N.p.: University of Illinois, 1995. 97-99. Print.

Larsen, Nella. Passing. New York: Penguin, 1997. Print.

Lost Boundaries. By Charles Palmer. Dir. Alfred Werker. Perf. Beatrice Pearson, Mel Ferrer. Released by Film Classics, Inc., 1949. Videocassette.

Wald, Gayle. "Boundaries Lost and Found: Racial Passing and Cinematic Representation circa 1949." Crossing the Line. Durham and London: Duke UP, 2000. 82-115. Print.
   

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Black Womanhood and the Cultivation of "Respectability"



[Here is the Introduction for the Final Paper addressing Black Female Identity and Womanhood at the turn of the century.]


Historians have characterized the late 19th and early 20th century as the “Nadir”, a period of time in which African-American identity was characterized by racial segregation, increased violence and lynching of Black men and women, and vile attacks on black womanhood and character.[1] The racially based justifications for slavery translated into the post-bellum, in which black womanhood existed within a social purgatory, neither perceived as man or “true woman” in a societal context. As historian Evelyn Brooks Higginbotham emphasizes, during this period of time, “’womanhood’ did not rest on a common female essence, shared culture, or mere physical appearance”, but rather found its “proof” in race relations and social etiquettes and understandings.[2] Social perceptions and understandings of “femininity” and “womanhood” expressed white male agendas to not only assert patriarchal domain, but also to establish gender and racial superiority in opposition to the ideals of said patriarchy. As Gail Bederman explains, the white middle-class and elite males began to differentiate themselves and their families by stressing their gentility, respectability and adherence to Evangelical Christian values. Whereas “civilized manliness” became to be defined by strength, action, work, and the public sphere, “civilized womanhood”, in opposition, was molded around family life and responsibility, domestic duties, purity, demure character, Christian virtue, and the private. For black women, having been dehumanized for rape and sexual violation throughout slavery, the white patriarchy perpetuate an enormous division between black and white: “carnality as opposed to intellect and/or spirit; savagery as opposed to civilization; deviance as a opposed to normality; promiscuity as opposed to purity; passion as opposed to passionlessness.”[3] In essence, black women represented the white patriarchal perceptions and definitions of not only femininity and womanhood, but also humanity and civilization.
At a time immense discrimination, violence, conflicting societal definitions, how did black women fit into the social fabric? How did black female figures combat the degrading sexualized stereotype? How did black women not only see their society and their place within society, but also understand their own identity and womanhood in juxtaposition to white male patriarchal understandings? Though victims to oppression during this era, many prominent black female figures, activists, and social groups immerged. Looking at the activism, writings, speeches of leaders like Mary Church Terrell, Ida B. Wells, and many other important black female voices, we can further explore and understand the complexities of the history of black female identity. Though actively outspoken and against the oppression of white society for blacks, females, and black females, these immensely important figures not only worked outside of the patriarchal system, but also worked within it, cultivating an image of public “respectability” to achieve racial and gender goals. For these black female figures and many black women at the time, attention to image made them leaders and ambassadors of their race.

[Sources: Hine, Darlene Clark, King, Wilma, and Reed, Linda. ‘We Specialize in the Wholly Impossible’: A Reader in Black Women’s History, Brooklyn, NY: Carlson Publishing, Inc., 1995
Terrell, Mary Church. A Colored Woman in a White World. Washington, D.C.: Ransdell Inc., 1940.
Sterling, Dorothy. Black Foremothers: Three Lives. New York, NY: The Feminist Press, 1988.
Booker, Christopher B. "I Will Wear No Chain!": A Social History of African American Males. Westport, CT: Praeger Publishers, 2000.
Waters, Kristin and Conaway, Carol B. Black Women's Intellectual Traditions: Speaking Their Minds. Burlington, Vermont: University of Vermont Press, 2007.
Higginbotham, Evelyn Brooks. Righteous Discontent: The Women's Movement in the Black Baptist Church, 1880-1920. Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1992.
Cooper, Anna J. A Voice from the South. reprint of the 1892 ed. published: Xenia, OH: Aldine, Printing House, 1892.
Gilmore, Glenda. Gender and Jim Crow: Women and the Politics of White Supremacy in North Carolina, 1896-1920. Chapel Hill, NC: University of North Carolina Press, 1996.
Gutman, Herbert. The Black Family in Slavery and Freedom, 1750-1925. New York, NY: Vintage Books, 1976.
Jones, Jacqueline. Labor of Love, Labor of Sorrow: Black Women, Work, and the Family from slavery to the present. New York, NY. Basic Books, 1985.
Da Costa, Mariam. The Memphis Diary of Ida B. Wells. Boston, MA: Beacon Press, 1995.
Giddings, Paula. When and Where I Enter: The Impact of Black Women on Race and Sex in America. New York, NY: William Morrow, 1984.
Logan, Rayford. The Betrayal of the Negro: From Rutherford B. Hayes to Woodrow Wilson. New York, NY: Collier Books, 1965.] 



[1] Logan, Rayford. The Betrayal of the Negro: From Rutherford B. Hayes to Woodrow Wilson. New York, NY: Collier Books, 1965. Also in, ‘We Specialize in the Wholly Impossible’: A Reader in Black Women’s History, Brooklyn, NY: Carlson Publishing, Inc., 1995, p. 433, 488.
[2] Higginbotham, Evelyn Brooks. African-American Women’s History and the Metalanguage of Race, in Hine, Darlene Clark, King, Wilma, and Reed, Linda. ‘We Specialize in the Wholly Impossible’: A Reader in Black Women’s History, Brooklyn, NY: Carlson Publishing, Inc., 1995, p.7.  
[3] Ibid, p.11. 

Monday, March 18, 2013

Lucky Mary (The Lucky Ones)

Mui Tsai System

Mary McGladery

The Chinese culture that I now distance my self from places a lot of emphasis on fortune and good luck. Usually I do not believe in such superstitious practice but I can't help but wonder if there is some truth to this belief. Today my husband Joseph and I live in a comfortable life in San Francisco where we have a flourishing delivery and funeral business. Even our home is a symbol of our arduous climb up the social ladder. We don't live in Chinatown with the other Chinese laundry women and merchants. No, we live in a beautiful and clean middle class neighborhood where no traces of Chinese-ness can be found except for the occasional visit by the Chinese farmer who sells us our bok choy and bamboo shoots.

But as I was saying, fortune actually might mean something... This morning I was looking through an old dusty trunk that we chucked in the back of our bedroom closet and I came across this photograph of myself from my days in "orphanage." Instantly, once I laid eyes on the picture, my vision was quickly blurred by the welling of hot tears as memories from those horrid 10 years flooded my mind. 

I remember when I first arrived at the orphanage the madame treated me so kindly. She gave me dumplings, hot soup and tea for almost every meal and insisted on giving me these new clothes she had. I couldn't believe that I had found such a refuge, especially here in America, a foreign country, when I had been abandoned by my own family.

However, my disillusion quickly disappeared. After two weeks or so of being babied and pampered by madame, she began talking about a debt that I owed to her and the orphanage. At first I didn't understand. The syrupy sweet smile on her lips didn't seem to match the words that leaving her mouth. "You don't actually think we are taking care of you for free, do you? Everything cost in this world Mary..." This woman, who for the past two weeks had taken care of me as a mother and had even given me her surname, was now betraying me. 

Although I was still terribly confused after our talk, I quickly began to understand my situation better when I saw more and more often girls whom I had considered my big sisters going into rooms with white men off the street for an hour or so and walking out sore, tired, and disheveled. The reality of this world was no longer hidden from me. 

For 10 years until Joseph married me, I witnessed and later partook in this orphanage system to pay off my mountain of debt. I remember think at the time that I would remain a sex slave forever, having to go into prostitution after I reached 18 since sex was the only trade I knew. Fortunately, Joseph came into my life. I don't think he realizes to this day how he saved me from a life of hell. If not for him, I would be haggard old woman still luring white men off the street with promises of fulfilling their every desire, no matter how perverted or abusive. 

I'm lucky and I know it. There are literally hundreds of young girls that came before and after me who have fallen to this same fate that I just described above. But just as I am tempted to embrace this Chinese culture of luck and fortune, I remember that Chinese-ness or Chinese anything will ruin everything that Joseph and I have built together. My culture and my heritage is worth the price of living the life that we do. 

James Vayle Diary Entry (Quicksand)


It is strange how life seems to play tricks and games with our lives, to send us down paths that cross those of old acquaintances as often as the new ones. To my surprise, my path crossed with Helga’s again after she left Naxos and nullified her promise of marriage to me. But as I’ve gathered from my experiences with Helga and from the stories I’ve heard about her, she is truly a fickle one. Never staying in one place, always managing to escape once you think you’ve finally grasped her.

Nonetheless, seeing her again, this time in Harlem, was truly a lovely surprise. As soon as I recognized her, my eyes consumed every inch of her, noticing this air of confidence and pomp about her that definitely was not instilled in her in Naxos. Quite frankly, in Naxos she seemed anxious, as if in a silent panic, but here she seemed stable and sure of herself. Even as we as spoke, I could not find a hint of old Helga.

Although I was incredibly attracted to the old Helga, I did have some micro-reservations about marrying her. I think it was the fact that she just seemed not to conform to the environment at Naxos that I had grown to love as home. She just refused to accept how things were, always suspicious that people were ostracizing her, condemning her, restricting her. I believe the word she used the day she left me was “suffocated.” Since that day, I’ve never been able to understand her reason for leaving but to see her again in Harlem made me not care anymore. I just wanted her back.

Confidently she approached me once we made eye-contact across the room and we sat down to chat. Quickly the small talk turned serious. She claimed that she was leaving for Copenhagen soon but I seriously doubted her intentions but then again I didn’t believe her the last time. Although she claims to love Danish city, I can’t help but wonder if she feel alien over there. There can’t be as many Negroes there as there are here. Though, it wouldn’t surprise me if she liked all the attention of being a white-looking Negro.

Her comment about it not being the same over there in Copenhagen as it is here stuck with me however. I don’t think that is right… Although we still healing from the wounds and sores of slavery here in America, there is just something about race that affects how we deal with people whether slavery existed or not. Basically, if I look fundamentally different than you then it is harder to feel a sense of commradery with me. That is exactly how I felt when I was in across pond serving in the army. The French treated us black soldiers as other. Although you could argue it was because we were Americas, the other non-black Americans seemed well at home and comfortable with our fellow French soldiers but me and my black brothers were not treated with the same sort of hospitality. I’ve come to the conclusion that no matter where you are, if you look black you will be treated as other by non-blacks. It’s just a fact of life. Helga is fooling herself otherwise if she believes she has escaped racism by going to Europe.   

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Final Paper- Criminality, Race, and Traffic

In my final paper I will discuss American media representations of criminal identity, and then focus on the film "Traffic" (2000) as an example of a film that attempts to create an equitable portrait of criminal and non-criminal characters across races, all the while portraying a very racialized and nationalized problem (drug trafficking from Mexico to the US). "Traffic", through its casting and the writing of its American characters as certain races very consciously tries to avoid the polarized racial criminalization that the mainstream US media has been criticized for (in that it gives us criminals and protagonists of each race represented). However, it is not a "colorblind" film- rather, it tries to accurately portray, taking race into account, the realities of this drug trade. By creating characters that openly talk about race (esp., having a white character openly address the structuralized racism that disproportionately impacts black Americans as drug consumers over white Americans), it engages a self-awareness that enables this balance.

While Traffic will be a piece I come back to repeatedly throughout the paper to focus it and give examples, I will be engaging more broadly with theories and problems of the black male criminal media stereotype, media-portrayed Latino-American identity as fluid regardless of national origin, and the racialization of "American values" (all themes of the film).

I may also explore the element of casting, especially in considering the actors playing Mexicans and Mexican-Americans, and the role of Catherine Zeta-Jones, as possibly the only racially ambiguous main character.

My primary sources include:

The film Traffic (2000)

Eberhardt, J. L. (2010). Enduring racial associations: African Americans, crime, and animal imagery. In H.R. Markus & P.M.L Moya (Eds.), Doing race: Essays for the 21st century (pp. 439-457). New York: W.W. Norton & Company. 

Clip from the film "Crash" (2004)

My secondary sources include:


·       Calderon, J. (1992). "Hispanic" and "latino": The viability of categories for panethnic unity. Latin American Perspecticves, 19 (4), 37-44.


·     Welch, Kelly. "Black Criminal Stereotypes and Racial Profiling". Villanova University, Pennsylvania. 2007. 

Szalavitz, Maia. "Study: Whites More Likely to Abuse Drugs than Blacks". Time. Nov 7 2011. 

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