Skip to comments."White Girl" gets an awakening to racial tension in SoCal liberal arts school
Posted on 06/27/2013 3:16:00 PM PDT by BBell
For seven years of my life, from sixth grade to twelfth grade at primarily black and Latino schools in Las Vegas, I was the White Girl. In sixth grade, my classmates assumed I came from money and were shocked to learn that I, too, took the bus to school. In basketball, I was always forgiven for my terrible dribbling, and, when I sank a shot, I was seen as impressive. My friends never laughed at me for being behind on the newest slang, and they often volunteered definitions for words I didn't yet know-"Not-White Girl Words," as we called them.
In my high school, everyone was aware of race, but no one was afraid of it. We joked about it constantly. When there was a dance circle, I wasn't expected to join it-white girls can't dance.
We all told Hector, a Catholic Mexican, that we knew he had to have at least ten siblings. If my half-black friend Carl rolled up in a shiny new car, we all joked that he must have jacked it. With our discussions and jokes, we played with stereotypes and made them non-scary. School administrators even planned an assembly for my class to talk about our inappropriate jokes, but then they decided it was okay and cancelled the event.
In 2010, I moved to Los Angeles and to college. My campus was (and is) diverse, but I was no longer the White Girl. Sometimes, frankly, I didn't even feel especially white. A lot of my fellow white girls were doing yoga and wearing designer jeans. I wasn't. I was used to people caring more about their shoes than the rest of their outfit.
My college, Occidental, is progressive. It prides itself on ethnic and cultural diversity. I'm proud to be a student here. But gone is
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Occidental is one of the places 0bambi attended and didn’t have to perform.
And I have a good friend who grew up in Long Beach and was bussed into Wilmington in the ‘70s.
He’s so traumatized by that he moved out of the country.
Basically, his parents generation turned him into a punching bag for hate filled non-whites with their “can’t we all just get along” social engineering.
It’s true that people who grow up together can in many ways get beyond old divisions. But it’s a lot easier for a white female. Rather different if you’re the Evil White Cracker Male, to use a Trayvonism.
not surprised.....always thought that he had "performance" issues....
Anu White parent who sends their child to a school largely populated by blacks is committing child abuse. I vomit when I see wiggas or any other whites enjoying gangsta rap.
Or lily white people flashing gang signs in pictures.
That one really sticks in my craw.
I know exactly what she is talking about.
***I can relate to this. My kids attend heavily black schools with a smaller group of Asians.***
I can relate but for a different reason. I went to Intermountain Rockies schools with Latinos, blacks, Navajos and lots of white oilfield kids. We mostly got along well as we were all in it together.
Then my dad pulled us out and we ended up in the 1950s Ozarks. Talk about culture shock!
Most of the kids (all white) in class were kin to everyone else. Most were dirt poor. Those with money lorded it over the others. Some had never been more than 25 miles away from home. They all looked at us as if we had our hand in their pocket.
Needless to say, we found ourselves at the bottom of the social structure.
When Little Rock schools blew up we learned a new word we had never known. Segregation. We could not comprehend it.
When we went back to the oil fields we found ourselves again accepted in all the schools.
Then back to the Ozarks where we ended up at the bottom again.
Unfortunately I am still here.
It depends on how the school is run. Where I live the parish school boards are very strict when it comes to discipline. They don’t take any crap and will have kids arrested and charged in a heart beat. Remember Jena High in LaSalle Parish? Those kids were arrested immediately and severe charges were leveled against them by a prosecutor who was black. Then Jessie Al and the rest of the clowns rolled into town and created an issue where there wasn’t one.
I am NOT a Howard Stern fan, but he has talked many times about how his liberal, Jewish parents would NOT move from Roosevelt (I think) Long Island, NY in the 60s and 70s when all the rest of the whites were fleeing.
It made his life hellish and no he is not joking.
Hey, don’t forget me! I’ll be your friend. ;)
That’s a nicely written piece, although some of the details elude me, like the stuff about the shoes. I suppose I could ask my daughter, although at 26 she may already be too old to explain.
I wish our gentle authoress luck and I hope she finds her way away from humorless leftists before she becomes one of that borg.
Thanks for posting this.
RAP is an acronym for regressive African poetry. I love the oldies and when my son is riding with me I always comment that the song playing was made when black people made good music. I have yet to find a young black kid who has heard of Sam Cooke. Unbelievable. The platters, drifters, four tops,Stevie Wonder, The coasters, the shirelles, the dixie cups, fats domino, little richard,CHUCK BERRY, leadbelly, I could go on for awhile. The music was great and to think it evolved into the garbage that is popular now. Talk about regression.
I went to a county high school that was somewhat ill-considered as far as the district. It was created to surmount historic segregation, and that it did. However, the reality was nearly half of the student body being black from the western reaches of the plantation belt, their forebears never having left after the war, and the other almost-half being from a sundown town all-white area. It was ugly. The great grandchildren of former slaves and the great grandchildren of their former owners got on one heck of a lot better than did the racist white trash with anybody else. The worst of them all were the very obviously mixed race people, historically so, who belonged to no group but their own, virulently anti-black as if they had something to prove. And they did, in their own minds at least. Then there were the very fair-skinned black folks, who were just as biased toward darker black folks, just in a different way. Very biting, but not the same. It was quite an education in human nature. People are at base very tribal, whether this is recognized or not by a given individual in question. I have few delusions in this regard.
For you (thanks for the memories):
Sam Cooke, You Send Me
Crystals, Da doo ron ron
Martha Reeves & the Vandellas, Dancin in the Street
Temptations, Just My Imagination
Dionne Warwick, Walk on By
Dinah Washington, Since I Fell For You
Roberta Flack, The First Time Ever I saw Your Face
Note to self: Never forget
mary wells my guy
The Marvelettes - Please Mr. Postman
The Platters - Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
The Tracks of My Tears - Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
Marvin Gaye ~ Lets get it on / Heaven must have sent you
Although I love Roberta Flacks version I am a reggae fan. Love Bob Marley.
Thank you! My Guy...and Smoke...2 of my all time favorites. Here’s a few more backatcha (you have created a monster!)...
Chiffons, One Fine Day
Drifters, Stand by Me (hope this is not a dupe...I’m getting tired)
Little Eva, Locomotion
Little Anthony and the Imperials, Think I’m Going Out of My Head
Dixie Cups, Iko Iko
Supremes, Come See About Me
You have no idea how you’ve lifted my spirits this evening...I mean, Dixie Cups Iko Iko!!!! It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that one...another world ago.
This is going to sound weird and kind of out of the blue, but...I wonder if the (so-called) star witness in the Zimmerman trial has ever heard even one of these wonderful songs?
Very nice...”something completely different.” lol
Here are a few of my “something different” for you...
Gipsy Kings, Love and Liberte
Van Morrison, Celtic Excavation (Ok, now I’m going to start crying!!)
No kidding. I grew up with the awesome soul music, jazz, and funk of the 60s and 70s. The introduction of rap in the early 80s was the death knell of that once great art form.
I'm listening to Al Green right now, as a matter of fact.
With the exception of Stevie Wonder, all of that was the music of my pre-school years. Not quite my generation, but I still appreciate it.
***Then there were the very fair-skinned black folks, who were just as biased toward darker black folks, just in a different way.****
Thirty years ago, movie critics Siskel and Ebert, noticed that in the blacksploitation films, the baddest guy was blackest guy.
Although I am too young to have been in Vietnam here is a song that some of the vets I know said were popular over there
Fats Domino is from NOLA and he still lives here. His piano was ruined by Katrina and it was just recently restored and given back to him. He does not perform anymore but he still makes public appearances.
Goes the other way too. Dark skinned blacks call the light skinned blacks "yellows".
Mexicans from the north part of Mexico consider the Mexicans from the southern end of Mexico beneath them, and vice versa - the Surenos versus the Nortenos.
Very much enjoyed the vid on the origins of words to Iko Iko! Always wondered.
Soldier Boy...a classic.
I think you may know who Buckwheat Zydeco is...? Used to exercise to some of his tunes. Go figure!
I was born in Detroit...grew up on Motown (and whatever it would have been called prior to being called Motown)...will always love the early “black” music.
My father was a jazz musician (as well as a truck driver and part-time accountant)...alto sax, which my sister still has...had his own band and played around on weekends...there used to be a few thick red vinyl recordings of them, but lost now...I was weaned on Stan Kenton (his favorite), Dave Brubeck (Take Five!!!), Keely Smith, Nat King Cole, etc.
He also loved classical...built his own hi-fi...big hulking thang with tubes...but you should have heard the London Symph Orchestra blaring out Pictures at an Exhibition!!!
It’s no wonder I’ve been told I have eclectic musical taste, eh?
Thank you again for lifting my spirits and bringing back wonderful memories of a happy, innocent time (when a smoke was a smoke).
Louis Prima was from New Orleans and so was Sam Butera. I would have loved to have been able to see Louis Prima And The Witnesses with Keely Smith live.
Cool, daddy-o! LOL
I remember Louis Prima, too, but never heard of Butera. The vid reminded me (aside from the fact that I always thot Smith had the weirdest hairdo!) that my dad liked the swing bands, too. But I can’t for the life of me think of any!
I took my Dad to see Stan Kenton once...also saw the Beatles at the Olympia (I think that’s the name) in Detroit...AND Oscar Peterson at Baker’s Keyboard Lounge (one of the, if not the, oldest jazz clubs in the country, I believe)...he was not more than 5 feet away from our table.
Of course, I’ve also seen Black Sabbath (LORD, forgive me) with Elton John as warm-up band, Paul Butterfield Blues Band (in a tiny whole-in-the-wall place way back in the day) and Leo Kotke in concert...eclectic, I tell ya! LOL
Hey, we aren’t forgetting people like BB King or Otis Redding are we?