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My privilege is showing. It think it’s probably better that way.

    I feel confident writing humor and publishing it here. I enjoy this luxury– blogging and spearheading LTYM–while conscious of self-employment as a luxury that any manner of life-events could interrupt. My privilege of creative expression stems from stability–at present a life free of major stressors (illness, poverty, for starters, and racism is where this is going) and, historically, a life full of pretty much every imaginable support.

    Fear has kept me from writing this post–fear of showing my privilege, of saying the wrong thing, of sounding like I know what I’m doing or have something figured out. However, even if I feel a bit out of my depth, I’m forcing myself with increasing frequency to sit with this discomfort, and to stay in the room where issues of privilege and racism are concerned.

    My own fear around race discussions likely stems from growing up in a culture incredibly uncomfortable talking about race. We “celebrated diversity” in t-shirt, and in singing multicultural songs in school, and maybe by taking a bus to an international folk fair in Milwaukee, where we ate food and collected doodads from around the world. In reality we celebrated the idea of diversity while practicing homogeneity in my mostly white and upper/middle-class upbringing.

    We didn’t talk about racial/cultural differences in a meaningful way, and “racism” existed in the past, or somewhere in the deep woods south, under an obvious sign like a Nazi skinhead or a Confederate flag. Meanwhile, nearly all of the students of color in my high school attended classes on the first floor of the building where the basic and trade courses were held, while on the second and third floors, advanced classes (Latin! Film Studies! Pre-Calc! Shakespeare! ) full of white kids predominated. I think you can call it segregation even if the black kids weren’t intentionally kept out of advanced classes. Huge chasms of disparity can lie between intentionality and outcomes, and assuming the intention was equality, the outcomes told a different story for many/most of those kids. Those disparities have significantly intensified in Madison over the past twenty years, to the point of crisis today–especially for our Black male youth (and Latino male youth following too closely on their heels).

    Last night as I watched the #Ferguson Twitter stream, the data coming from people on the ground (and local government before they were imprisoned, media before they were expelled) told of rubber bullets and tear gas sprayed at crowds of peaceful protestors with their hands up. I tweeted this:

    Ferguson

    A few people responded by arguing about the crowd throwing rocks, speculated about a Molotov cocktail–essentially inferring that the Ferguson protestors got what they deserved. A couple more pointed out the differences between the nature of the events (peaceful political protest, compared with angry reaction to a murder). The point of my comment was not to make an apples to apples comparison, but to say that because of our privilege, when deciding to raise our voices in protest, we did not have to choose between our safety and making our voices heard.

    We did not face the threat of police brutality where we gathered in large numbers, which people of color across our country must consider when congregating (even in small numbers) to protest — regardless of context. While the degree of our anger toward Governor Walker and his administration felt real and palpable, I would argue that maintaining a peaceful atmosphere did not require serious self control. How many of us can comment on, or even imagine the willpower to contain our rage, and our own perhaps never-before experienced violent tendency if our son, or our neighbor’s son, white males one after another across the country, unarmed, got shot by our police, or choked to death, or beaten for a minor or no infraction?  Actually, how might our peaceful protest have devolved if  police equipped with military grade weaponry, shooting rubber bullets, & throwing tear gas canisters, descended on the capitol while we ranted within that confined space?

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    My life, my mostly happiness, and my success grew from a childhood in which I felt loved, safe, and food and lodging was secure–my way in this world paved by my parents and their parents, white skin and heterosexuality, extraordinarily good health, able-bodied/mind-ness, even thin nice-enough-lookingness.

    I got introduced to the concept of white-privilege in undergrad at UW Madison, all the while enjoying the benefits my own white privilege as a UW student afforded me.  For example, I expected not only to have a voice that people listened to, as a theater major I got quite accustomed to the spotlight, knowing I’d have ample opportunities for roles regardless of whether a director decided to make a radical “color-blind” casting choice (which some did, to their credit).

    I go into interviews with the expectation I stand a good chance of landing a job I’m qualified for (although as I age, that theory may get tested). I go about my shopping day without suspect eyes tracking me. I do not fear my sons’ expulsion from school, or incarceration for minor infractions. My peers of color in Madison and on Facebook live in fear of these outcomes for their sons, and these fears are justified in a city where  52% of our non-Hispanic black boys do not graduate high school with a regular diploma in four years,  and where black men made up only 4.8%  of the county’s total adult male population, yet accounted for more than 43% of all new adult prison placements in 2012 (Race to Equity report, Wisconsin Council on Children & Families). I have the privilege of believing teachers and administration, and police have my family’s best interest at heart–in theory, but more importantly in practice. My step-father was a teacher and administrator in Madison schools for his entire career. He told me a story of a colleague of his, a Black mother, upon visiting an elementary school her children had attended, asking him “Is this artwork new, or was it always here?” It had always been there, but she explained, as a  parent she never noticed, because every time she stepped into school she felt hyper focused on the task at hand, attuned only to the feeling she was going into battle on behalf of her child.

    I can afford to look at art work. I can greet people warmly and be welcoming because of a confidence gained from a life of investment in my success as a person, both monetarily and from social capital I could easily access. I can volunteer in school to create meaningful connections with black children and children of color who are growing into black teens and adults of color in my city,  because I have a partner who makes a generous wage, and I, too, have at times been paid handsomely for work involving simple math seated at a desk, a firm handshake, a nice suit, and people skills. I don’t have to stand on my feet all day at 2 or 3 jobs (if I’m lucky) and still not even be able to clothe and feed my kids. As I write this, I feel overwhelmed by even an attempt to piece out all the ways my privilege has set me up for and continues to allow for my success, my free-will, my creativity, and my hard work to flourish.

    Now, to come full circle about using my own voice and my platform for discussing racism and privilege, it’s worth noting that for whatever awards and ways my humor has earned me recognition and helped me create a platform, my two most shared tweets– by many many times over anything else I’ve ever quipped– are the following:

    Ferguson

     

    Let’s show our privilege, and put it to work for good.

    For me that means challenging myself out of my comfort zone on the school playground–engaging with parents different from me. It means listening and showing up and staying when it’s uncomfortable. It means educating myself, and paying attention, and lending my voice to the chorus of voices demanding change. It means admitting where I need help in my work with LTYM, and not asking for favors to make my project better but creating a context where people feel welcome and I invest in them by creating opportunities at a microphone, financially, and/or otherwise.

    I am showing up. I am making mistakes. To use my sister Rachel Krinsky’s words–I am no longer simply doing enough to check the boxes to tell myself I’m not a racist. I’m working on making meaningful invitations personally and professionally, locally and nationally. I’m here, and I’m staying in the room.

    44 thoughts on “My privilege is showing. It think it’s probably better that way.”

    1. Thanks Ann,

      It is a true fact that a person of color in this country has to look out for safety at all moments. I am glad you point out at priviledge, some people don’t see it. When I have commented about unfair treatment I sometimes experienced while living in the Plains, a white man told me, “I have never felt that way.” I dropped out of the conversation right there, because it was evident to me that some people can’t see other’s perspective. You are an amazing woman. I love your wit and humor, and even more for your empathy. Thanks.

    2. Ann–I am a teacher in Ferguson. My school is two blocks from some of the looting, and less than 1/4 mile from where Michael Brown was killed.

      I hope that Ferguson has the chance to become famous in a different way soon. I hope this great community–and it IS a wonderful town–has the chance to repair some of the rifts, to bridge some of the chasms, and make things better…

      Great post.

    3. I hope so, too, Sioux. What an excruciating time for your town. Also, a huge opportunity. In Madison too, if not as explosively.

    4. Thank you for writing this. Really, thank you. This is the type of support that people are begging for within social media and offline. It’s not about “being in our shoes” but about acknowledging what is real, what is true, and the circumstances of everyone that may feel some way about what is happening. Not everyone has to write about Ferguson to get a point across, but if you feel the need to do so, I think everyone of all races and socioeconomic statuses should.

      You’re a great woman, Ann.

    5. I am glad you talk about this, Ann. Privilege does exist, and many seem to not want to believe it. For them, it’s easier to say, ‘never happened to me, I don’t see it, therefore you’re hypersensitive or imagine these things are directed at you.’ Some people will never see it. That’s a privilege right there, to be able to not believe in something because you don’t have it in your world. When I have said something about an action done to me, or something said to me (are you legal? are your children legal? were you legal when your husband married you?) people tell me that I’m exaggerating or that someone must have been joking. They weren’t joking, these were earnest none of your business questions asked to me by people who barely know me. I’m tired of telling myself, that’s the way it is. And I’m tired of people thinking I’m making things up. I don’t. Just because something doesn’t happen to someone else or they don’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. Some will never consider the possibility. And they don’t even see the irony in that. Thank you, Ann, for being different. I have long admired that about you, how you will look in the mirror… and examine it all, under the sometimes unflattering light of truth. Small changes, starts in conversation, this is what will slowly bring awareness. And hopefully, consideration that life isn’t the same way for everyone. I love you, Ann.

    6. Through reading this, I will look at my own thoughts a little differently. My favorite thing about the internet is how it expands my perspective, gives me new ways of thinking and looking at our world. Thanks for your words, Ann.

    7. It’s difficult to explain but I think you did it well. Privilege isn’t supposed to be a bad connotation, but it seems that many people write it online as though it is something to be ashamed of. I am grateful for my life, but wish that these privileges weren’t privileges anymore; I want them to be considered basic RIGHTS.

      (I honestly don’t consider you a humor writer, btw. I consider you a writer who happens to write humorous pieces. There’s a big difference.)

    8. Hi Amiyrah,
      Thanks so much for reading and commenting. I feel not only because of the tragedies of these young men (and women) murdered, but also due to the context/neighborhood in which I live because the inequity and disparities are stark and harsh and palpable. Thank you very much for your encouragement!!

    9. My friend – I think you did a wonderful job addressing this….it is such a difficult thing to explain and for many , to even acknowledge. I think you know I live here in St. Louis (20 minutes from Ferguson) but many of my neighbors and my husband’s family are from Ferguson – having grown up there and other members of Jeff’s family lives in bordering communities. I’ve been watching nearly around the clock with a very heavy heart and have been so proud, so grateful for people like you who have been able to voice what is in their heart so beautifully.

      I have been having this conversation – mostly in person – with people around me over and over again….and I wish I could say it felt more productive. I am truly hopeful the turn in events, the change in overall mood and the move toward answers signifies the shift in the right direction we need to begin to recover and, beyond that, my heart hopes Ferguson will not be forgotten next week, but rather will push us toward a conversation we need to have.

      Thank you, again.

    10. Oh yes. I wrote about this same thing today. This privilege that I don’t want. I wish I could give it back. But until then, I hope to use it for something that eliminates it in the future.

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    12. Yes, Ann. Yes. It takes a certain amount of bravery to acknowledge a privilege, and “stay in the room”. I am so angry and scared for some of my friends and their children. I am listening… I am in the room too. Thank you for writing this.

    13. To not see privilege due to ignorance is one thing. To refuse to acknowledge it is another. To deny it–well I’m afraid meaningful conversation and change is next to impossible in that case. People need to be seen and heard in their humanity and with dignity in order to live a healthy life, denial (and worse, oppression/subjugation/coercion/violence)–especially by people in power positions–helps create these gaps and further entrenches racism and all of its disastrous results. I’m very sad, and not surprised, that you’ve been disregarded, slighted, and silenced.

    14. We cannot and should not become color blind. We need to acknowledge our differences and work toward equality. I think that equality is what you’re saying/meaning here, Lou. I get that. I’m just pointing out the “colorblind” issue, because I think is this part of the problem from the Madison I grew up in. If you can’t acknowledge color, you can’t talk about it either.

    15. It’s really easy to become plagued with guilt, which helps no one–isn’t proactive–and actually just sucks energy inward and is destructive. I think in the online space privilege is called out when it isn’t acknowledged, and it’s a wake up call.

      Thanks, Tracey. oxoxo

    16. Danielle, I see you engaging in the conversation. You have a huge platform, people listen to you. So awesome–especially because you live very close to Ferguson.

    17. YES! Thank you for not leaving the room Ann! I’ll be here too! Thank you for making mistakes and being vulnerable and walking the path of understanding privilege, acknowledging it in your life, and taking actions towards racial equity and justice where you can make a difference. So powerful!

    18. Jennifer, I go through the guilts too, but it’s destructive and pointless . Keep using your voice, we’ll keep bolstering other people’s voices and finding ways to make change.

    19. Thanks for the encouragement, Laura. It means a lot coming from someone who has made it their life’s work to combat racism and racial inequality.

    20. “My life, my mostly happiness, and my success grew from a childhood in which I felt loved, safe, and food and lodging was secure–my way in this world paved by my parents and their parents, white skin and heterosexuality, extraordinarily good health, able-bodied/mind-ness, even thin nice-enough-lookingness.”

      This was/is my life, too. And I did nothing to earn it; I was simply born into it, and I am shocked by how many people cannot see the inequities.

      I’m also so proud of you for examining these truths closely. Honestly.
      Even at the risk of getting it wrong.

      Not that you need to hear it from me, but Ann, I think you got it just right.

    21. I appreciate you posting this. On race issues, I feel damned if I do speak, and damned if I don’t. So I have erred on the side of don’t, because if I don’t, at least I’m not saying the wrong thing. Here, you are saying what’s in your heart. That seems right.

    22. Thanks, Kim. I think accepting that we’ll inevitably make mistakes is part of the process, and remaining open to listen when we do? To me, now, speaking up is more important than speaking wrong–but it’s taken me a few years to get here.

    23. As an atheist, I’m a member of one of the most reviled groups in this country. But because I’m white, people–especially those in my very conservative town–can’t tell how much they hate me just by looking at me. I will never know how it feels to be the object of hate just because of the way I look. It’s why I posted yesterday, “Sometimes I’m glad I can hide behind my white skin. And sometimes it makes me feel like a coward.” Fantastic post, Ann. I promise to stay in the room.

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    25. I feel so much gratitude for you Ann Imig. Thank you for your powerful words and for staying in the room. I hope to be right there with you.
      Xo
      Erin

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    27. Thanks for this Ann. It’s so good to “check” our privilege and I find that when I do, or someone does it for me 😉 , it opens new vistas and provides opportunities for appreciation and awareness.

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