Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Some thoughts on Rachel Dolezal

I wrote an article about Rachel Dolezal for UEA's student newspaper Concrete. My editor took out a lot of the parts which I feel were very important, such as me indicating my white/cis privilege at the beginning and sourcing several of the articles from which I learned about the opinions of members of the African American and transgender community. I find having no say in the editing process really uncomfortable...maybe journalism's not for me! Or maybe that's just how Concrete rolls. Anyway here's the link to the Concrete article: http://www.concrete-online.co.uk/whilst-white-supremacy-exists-racial-fluidity-cannot/

And here is my original article:

A curious story surfaced recently when the parents of American civil rights activist Rachel Dolezal revealed she is a white woman ‘passing’ as black. With racist ideology still embedded in American society, this development stoked a loaded national conversation. Is this a case of fraud and cultural appropriation or is her claim genuine and harmless? Is cultural appropriation comparable to mainstream assimilation? Does her performance of black womanhood match transgender experience? Using accounts of people belonging to the communities concerned, I will attempt to address these issues as respectfully as a white British cisgender woman can.
   Legal scholar Susan Scafidi defines cultural appropriation as ‘taking intellectual property, traditional knowledge, cultural expressions, or artefacts from someone else's culture without permission.’ White people wearing Native American headdresses is a classic example. Members of the dominant culture “steal” aspects of a marginalised culture, removing them from their original context and warping their original values and associations. There is usually profit to be made from this – Urban Outfitters using Navajo prints, for instance. One can see how Dolezal’s actions, most noticeably wearing African American hairstyles, constitute cultural appropriation. Some have excused her because of her charitable pursuits and contributions to the African American community. Whilst these contributions are admirable, Dolezal needn’t have been black to make them. White allyship is highly effective in battling racial oppression. Moreover, Dolezal’s roles as Africana Studies professor and Spokane NAACP branch director were abused positions of trust and power within the African American community, which might have been occupied by a person of colour.
Some claim Dolezal’s actions shouldn’t matter since race is a social construct. Whilst it is true that the concept of races within humanity is biologically false, racism still exists and we cannot abolish racism by claiming colourblindness. Ignoring a problem is never an effective policy for ending it. Dolezal’s actions are problematic because of the history, power and social values attached to race. She did not grow up experiencing first-hand what Chauncy DeVega describes as the ‘extreme matter of life and death’ that is black existence in America today. The racism experienced by African Americans, from everyday microaggressions to murder by US police, has not been a constant barrage personally assaulting Dolezal from infancy. Moreover, she had the option at any point to denounce her “blackness” and revert to the safety of “whiteness.” In fact, her dedication to the African American community becomes dubious given the 2002 lawsuit she filed against Howard University for anti-white discrimination. With whites hierarchically fixed at the top of a racist society, one cannot justly claim “blackness” if one is white. Until white supremacy is abolished the racial fluidity proclaimed by Dolezal’s proponents is impossible.
Related to this is the claim that if celebrities like BeyoncĂ© and Nicki Minaj can sport blonde hair, why can’t white women mimic black women? The problem here is a confusion between appropriation and assimilation, a misunderstanding of the flow of racist power. Mainstream beauty standards, particularly for women, emphasise whiteness: light skin and smooth hair, for example. This invitation or demand to assimilate contributes to the use of skin lighteners and chemical straightening in black communities. This was countered in the sixties by the “black is beautiful” movement, a celebration of cultural expressions like “natural” black hair (as mimicked by Dolezal) and West African-inspired fashion which go against the grain of white beauty standards. This defiance of mainstream values is a celebration and reinforcement of marginalised identity, an act of anti-establishment protest. Dolezal’s appropriation of this cultural property devalues it and, writes Alicia Walters, suggests ‘wearing Black Woman’ equates or is ‘even preferable’ to being a black woman.
Another area of support for Dolezal originates from incorrectly comparing her to transgender athletic champion Caitlyn Jenner, whose post-transition photoshoot was published shortly before Dolezal’s story arose. Identifying as ‘transracial’, Dolezal misuses an adoptive term for someone raised in an environment differing culturally from the one they were born into - a black child raised as culturally white by white adoptive parents, for example. It is erroneous to pronounce gender and race interchangeable. Although both are social constructs, they operate differently. Transgender woman of colour Meredith Talusan writes that gender and transgender experiences feature historically throughout human societies, whereas race is a ‘medieval European invention’ intended to condone slavery and perpetuate colonial power. Transgender people are the gender they wish to present as and/or transition to despite the terrible consequences of transphobia. On the other hand whilst Dolezal identifies as black through exposure to black culture, it isn’t a ‘fundamental attribute of her existence.’ She has been able to choose whether to use the “blackness” she identifies with or not, and has benefited politically and financially from this flexibility.       
Being a white British cis woman I will never fully realise what belonging to African American and transgender communities means, regardless of the amount I read up on their experiences. The same applies for Dolezal. She may have grown up with adopted black brothers, become a professor of Africana Studies and married a black man, but she will never be an African American woman because she is white both in phenotype and upbringing. Because white supremacy exists, racial fluidity cannot. To my mind the worst outcomes of Dolezal’s actions are the communal trust she betrayed and the attention this story has stolen from more urgent consequences of racism in American society.

Wednesday, 24 June 2015

People's Assembly Against Austerity Demo (20th June 2015)

'The Enemy is Profit'

We left Norwich at about 8am. I ended up on the coach with Equal Lives and kept wondering what the future holds for those who lead and participate in this group. Five more years of Ian Duncan Smith’s reign of terror on top of the reprehensible damage already done has the potential to make the lives of disabled people unbearable. Thank goodness that organisations like Equal Lives exist. They will only become more necessary in the near future. I kept thinking of those I’d shared the ride with as we marched.

Folks assembling at the beginning of the march
Having reached London, the atmosphere as the blocs assembled was electric. Speakers lined the street up from the Bank of England, allowing everyone to hear the speeches given by a wide range of people belonging to/associated with the People’s Assembly on a platform near HSBC. Among others we heard from NUS, CND, Natalie Bennett of the Green Party, and someone from the Fire Brigades Union (I didn’t catch who it was) who rightfully addressed the Met police officers working that march and reminded them that austerity would affect them too. Owen Jones, a journalist/activist who I always love hearing from spoke too, highlighting the government's avoidance of accountability through scapegoating immigrants, the unemployed, etc. He also stressed the importance of taking the energy from the march and maintaining it, eking it out in our communities to educate those who are unaware or misinformed, and support those who share this fight.  

One thing that struck me was the demographics present. For the most part I’d been expecting young people, students mainly, since my own personal (and clearly limited) experience of activism primarily involves university students. Plus I've been told quite often by jaded older people that you stop caring about politics as you get older, that you get worn down and lose hope about changing things. There were people of all ages present, however, including hardened protest veterans and families with very young children. It was pretty great to see toddlers trying to get their mouths around ‘No ifs, no buts, no public sector cuts’ – although I kept picturing a hysterical Daily Mail headline about socialists indoctrinating innocent children.

There were some great placards and costumes, too. One girl made signs using Mean Girls quotes, which there are pictures of online. I think my favourite is an image of Boris Johnson with the caption ‘That’s why his hair’s so big – it’s full of secrets…and bigotry.’ Possibly the best costume was worn by a guy who’d paper-machĂ©ed a really impressive crab outfit for himself, including working pincers, with a David Cameron mask on his face. He kept sidling over to us, clacking his claws in a way that I can’t decide whether to describe as hilarious or disturbing. I’m pretty sure he was alone. Great idea – 
Cameron and the Tories sidle up and get snip-happy when it comes to the public sector.

Met officers lined up near Elizabeth Tower (Big Ben) - thankfully there was no trouble
My friends and I kept getting caught in quiet and sparsely-populated sections of the march, so we gravitated as much as possible towards people who were making some noise, because we wanted to as well, having a lot of anger to vent. We’d started with the Norwich Labour group, who have a very majestic-looking banner made in the eighties (yay for Norwich Labour folks, and the Norwich South Labour MP Clive Lewis, for supporting Labour’s original socialist values). We’d found a very noisy group by the time we reached Whitehall, and the sheer volume as we passed Downing Street was thrilling. To be surrounded by so many people who care deeply about the same thing as yourself is so incredibly uplifting.

Us lot after reaching Parliament (Katie Ward's photo)
Once we got to Parliament Square we all rested for a bit and went off to get a drink where we could still hear the speakers. When we returned, at the back of the square there were several people climbing statues, the nearest to us being a guy dressed up in full military camouflage with a gas-mask and helmet with the anarchy symbol painted on. He held up a smoke canister and posed for photographs, sticking placards through the arms of the Jan Smuts statue. Another guy climbed up beside him, dressed entirely in black including the scarf round his face, the hat on his head and his sunglasses. As he made the anarchy sign with his fingers I couldn’t help doubting his true dedication to anarchism what with his Nike bag, Beats headphones, etc.

The anarchist soldier
Anarchic smoke
We moved off so that we could hear the end-of-march speakers better. We missed Caroline Lucas due to needing a pee, sadly, but we got to hear from Jeremy Corbyn which was great – short, simple, and to-the-point. The highlight for me was Charlotte Church – her speech was so rousing, particularly at its climax where she listed the members of society who the government ought to help – black, white, Muslim, Jewish, disabled, transgender, etc. – all the while gathering in volume with the crowd’s cheering reaching a crescendo underneath her words. People scoff at Church for being a hypocrite, saying she as a millionaire has no right to criticise the government and their austerity regime, but she has said she would gladly take a tax raise and I see nothing wrong with a person using their position of privilege to help the disadvantaged. I myself am middle class and quite well-off, and will probably be relatively unaffected by austerity in terms of my individual material status (provided my mental health doesn’t decline so much that I need to access services for it again.) However, I refuse to stand by and watch the continued rise of homelessness, poverty, sickness, suicide and all the other effects of austerity on the most vulnerable in our society. I will not see the majority suffer while the minority accrues its jealously guarded piles of excess wealth. I won’t sit down in selfish complacency just because I am presently not threatened by government callousness. Instead I’ll do what I can to help – and on 20th June 2015 that involved shouting in unison with lots of angry people, to demonstrate our dissent.

Wearing our Jeremy Corbyn tees with pride - there's hope for Labour yet
There are people who say that protesting is useless, that it will not change anything, that protesters are time-wasters at best or thugs at worst. I’ve seen people online telling student protesters specifically to go find a job rather than inconveniencing everyone by being belligerent lefties. In fact lots of students have jobs, thanks, and in fact I and other people I know gave up a day of work, and wages we could have done with, in order to attend this march. We showed up because we care, and because we need to be surrounded by other people who care, so that we can reboot our determination and show the government that there are great swathes of people who intend to hold them accountable. I see no futility in doing so.

The shouting, chanting, marching and singing is cathartic and the solidarity is rejuvenating. It’s not just an expression of anger, it is a celebration of our shared values and our right to protest. To see so many people protesting austerity has wiped away the political fatigue that I was feeling, the hopeless conviction that this country is on an inevitable downward slide into total grasping selfishness. And even if it is, at least we can say we fought against that decline. At least we can say that we railed against the loss of the best things about Britain – the welfare state, multiculturalism, and the freedom to express one’s values and beliefs. Every single person matters, and I intend to uphold and fight for that conviction for as long as I can.


[All images my own apart from the one I've indicated isn't]

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

Ahoy there...

Hey reader (I’m not optimistic enough to write ‘readers’). Welcome to my blog. For many reasons, mainly chronic lack of motivation in the absence of externally enforced deadlines, it’s taken ages to get my act together. I love writing but I have very little confidence in my own voice, and am prone to procrastinating. Putting my own writing about my own life out there is more daunting than some of the scariest and most difficult things I’ve faced thus far, occurrences I hope to detail here.

So, my bio: Ellen, 22, American and English Literature student at UEA, resident of Norwich (U.K.) but shortly relocating to Canada for 10 months as part of a Study Abroad programme. My interests are literature, politics and travel to name the first few which come to mind. I hope to blog mainly about the last two topics (my degree consumes a huge amount of my bibliophilia), along with my experiences of mental health. Canada, though, has provided the main motivation for me getting my arse into gear.

I want to document my year abroad for other people who are interested in doing the same, or more specifically want to know what it’s like living in Canada. Or maybe people just want to see pictures of a moronic student narrowly escaping bear attacks, which I’d say is a strong possibility too. Whatever you’re here for, I will try my utmost to be brutally honest – it’s going to be a lot of fun, but it’s certainly going to be very difficult too, particularly for someone who suffers from mental illness. I’m also hoping that this blog will provide a bit of structured self-reflection along with some motivation to get out and discover as much as I can about my new environment.

Whether anyone reads this stuff or not, I’m setting myself the challenge of writing at least one post a week. I’d imagine that’s a laughably small effort in the world of blogging, but it’s a challenge for one such as me, so feck off negative thoughts.

Cheers for tuning in. Double-cheers if you stick with me.


Let’s see how this goes…