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ELLEN
BERG
Diary #1
Some
thoughts on race,
prejudice and cultural relevance
On Sunday
I had one of those "A-ha!" moments where the planets align and all the
forces of nature come together to form a crystal clear understanding.
As we were touring
the Incan ruins of Ollantaytambo in the Sacred Valley near Cusco, Peru,
our tour guide, a woman of Incan descent, explained why the Incans built
the way they built and a bit about Incan culture.
The Incans understood
quite a bit about science and the universe, developing methods of planting
through experimentation, building terraces to stop soil erosion, storing
seeds for the coming season in a place that took advantage of wind currents
and thus, keeping the seeds in a "refrigerated" environment, and developing
sundials to keep track of the seasons. Among Incans were astronomers who
studied and mapped the constellations using pools of water that reflected
the night sky. The Incans were a very learned group of people.
What provoked
the "A-ha!" moment for me was the idea that, although the Incans were warriors
who conquered other people, they did not take their foes as slaves, and
they did not attempt to wipe out their culture. They respected the differences
of conquered nations, and furthermore, learned from, improved, and adapted
the innovations of the cultures they conquered to improve their own society.
The Spanish,
however, attempted to raze Incan culture as it conquered site after site.
When the Spaniards saw the writing, temples, and ways of the Incans, they
believed they were engaged in Devil worship. The Spanish tore down Incan
buildings (although they could not completely destroy the foundations because
of the sturdiness of the structures), building their Catholic churches on
top of the temple sites and taking the best stones for their own use.
During the Spanish
Inquisition, the Incans were persecuted for practicing their beliefs, for
simply doing things they had done in their culture for hundreds of years.
Incan culture was forced underground, and a good deal of knowledge was lost
as they tried to avoid persecution.
It was after
learning about Incan persecution that I understood that what had happened
in Peru had also happened -- is still happening -- today in America.
I finally got
a much clearer understanding of what minorities in America deal with, not
just with one incident or a dozen, not one day but a lifetime. Minorities
in America -- regardless of education, socioeconomic status, or ethnicity
-- are oppressed on a daily basis. Even if no one spits insults at them,
even if they aren't dragged and beaten to death, even if all the opportunities
for advancement are lain at their feet, and even if they have attained monetary
success, minorities in our culture are oppressed.
Wow.
There was
a lot I just didn't understand
Before, I knew
the immediate effects of racism upon individuals, I knew that prejudice
exists, and I knew that minorities are on the receiving end of a lot of
unpleasantness on a daily basis. However, I believed that the acceptance
of minorities in various occupations and social institutions as well as
proactive measures to advance minorities such as active recruitment of and
scholarships for minorities were making up for the sins of our fathers.
As a white,
middle class American, I did not understand the anger and quick emotion
that seems to bubble up so quickly among my African-American friends. I
did not understand why others would hold me accountable for acts I did not
and would never commit. After all, I truly believe that we are all equal
and should have the opportunity to participate equally in society.
I just didn't
get it.
I still believe
that anyone can succeed in America, though it is certainly more difficult
for some population groups. However, for our minority populations, what
must they sacrifice to take advantage of these new opportunities and become
successful in white America?
What does it
cost?
I'm not talking
about a monetary sum. I am speaking of something much more valuable: one's
culture.
What does it
cost when one shrugs off or suppresses one's own culture in order to fit
in with another culture? Our cultures are a huge part of our identities,
so much so that I have a difficult time identifying just what my culture
is. I just am who I am.
Minorities in
America do not have that luxury if they want to participate and be successful
in white, dominant society. They have to be conscious of those parts of
themselves that don't fit in with the majority culture. Failure to do so
results in lost opportunities and persecution in the physical, social, economic
and emotional arenas in America.
Afraid to
stand up
This summer
Oprah Winfrey has been running classic programs from her long running show.
On one recent program, Oprah ran the on-air experiment originally conducted
by Jane Elliot in her elementary school classroom for brown eyed and blue
eyed people. Essentially, blue eyed people who showed up for the Oprah broadcast
were treated abominably and forced to wear green collars, and brown eyed
people were treated nicely and given special privileges. Brown-eyed people
began making comments about how stupid blue-eyed people were, even giving
examples from their own lives outside the show.
As the audience
was debriefed and the conversation turned towards racism, brown-eyed people
who came to the show with blue-eyed people stood up and said they knew what
others were saying was wrong, but they were afraid to stand up for their
friends and what they knew was right.
Isn't that what
a lot of us do everyday?
How many of
us have been witness to an off-color joke or comment and said nothing? It
never ceases to amaze me that, because I am white, other white people believe
I hold the same beliefs as they do, that as long as people of color are
not around, it is okay to make these comments. Even in Peru, as I met seemingly
intelligent people, I was disappointed time and again as people made comments
about race and culture.
And I said nothing.
On the one hand,
I am always so shocked that others believe other races are inferior, or
that they would believe I felt the same way. But the real reason I and many
others stand by and say nothing is fear. Oh, we might make some gentle comment
that refutes the idea that we buy into what others are saying, but do we
ever challenge them? Do we ever say, "Why would you say that to me? How
can you possibly believe that trash?" Few of us do, because we're afraid
of suffering the consequences.
Because we stand
by and say nothing, we quietly affirm these people's views and allow the
culture of oppression to continue. And we are smaller for it.
What it means
to teach in a culturally relevant way
Since my trip
to Peru and my subsequent understanding of my role in the continued perpetuation
of an oppressive atmosphere, I have vowed to myself that I will not stay
silent when others express their racist or prejudiced views. I will challenge
them, ask them questions about what makes them think the way they do, and
hopefully they will take the time to think about what they are saying.
In terms of
my classroom, I see the need to teach in a more culturally relevant way
as Gloria Ladson-Billings urges in her book, The Dreamkeepers: Successful
Teachers of African American Children. Culturally relevant teaching is more
than observing Black History Month or including studies about Africa, it
is embedding African-American culture and its ties in everything we teach.
It is a habit of mind, a belief system.
Ladson-Billings
states that culturally relevant teachers demonstrate the following social
relations:
1.
Teacher-student relationship is fluid, humanely equitable, extends to
interactions beyond the classroom and into the community.
2.
Teacher demonstrates a connectedness with all students.
3. Teacher
encourages a "community of learners."
4. Teacher
encourages students to learn collaboratively. Students are expected to
teach each other and be responsible for each other.
About a teacher's
conceptions of knowledge, she writes that culturally relevant teachers
believe:
1. Knowledge
is continuously recreated, recycled and shared by teachers and students.
It is not static or unchanging.
2. Knowledge
is viewed critically.
3. Teacher
is passionate about content.
4. Teacher
helps students develop necessary skills.
5. Teacher
sees excellence as a complex standard that may involve some postulates
but takes student diversity and individual differences into account.
Teachers and
people who believe otherwise are generally assimilationists. Ladson-Billings
says many whites believe that other people have culture, but the way whites
do things and see the world is the "right" way.
We can only
change ourselves
Her statement
made me think about when my husband and I started dating seriously. For
me, Christmas festivities -- the opening of presents, the gathering of family-should
take place on Christmas Day. That was the "right" way to do it. Never, never,
never should one open a present on Christmas Eve; to do so was wrong!
My husband,
however, comes from a divorced family, and with marriages and births, Christmas
was whenever everyone was available. We spent Christmas Eve at my mother-in-law's
house, playing games and eating, opening our presents Christmas morning.
Later on Christmas we would go to my parents' house and do Christmas with
my family. Finally, later in the week sometime when my father-in-law came
to town, we'd have another Christmas.
Although I really
hated the idea of change at first, I have not only adapted but look forward
to these new traditions. The culture of my husband's family has enriched
my own and vice versa.
Isn't this the
way it should be in American society? Yes, what other cultures do seems
foreign and unfamiliar to us, even wrong, but as we learn about other cultures
we expand our world views and come to appreciate others a lot more.
As I said in
my introductory piece, in my largely minority neighborhood they are strong
churches and community groups, and many of my students live within walking
distance of many members of their extended family. This is a community of
proud traditions and a rich, vibrant culture. People here demonstrate every
day that they are not victims but ordinary human beings like all of us,
working to control our lives and to love and be loved.
At the same
time, I finally understand that oppression really, truly exists. I do not
pretend to understand what it's like to be a minority in America, to be
oppressed or looked at as being wrong somehow. How could I?
I cannot
change the world, but I can change myself, one day at a time.
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