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1StrongBlackMan

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Sun Dec 7, 2014, 12:21 PM Dec 2014

I'm deeply involved in reading a pretty good, fictional, novel ...

The Laws of Our Fathers, by Scott Turow. It's a crime novel that has as one of its sub, sub, sub-themes, a commentary on race. Although I have a problem with some of the passages where the (white author) attempts to translate white-speak into Black-speak, the novel has some good and insightful stuff.

Last night, I came across the following passage, and have not been able to read any further ... I keep coming back to the passage, reading and re-reading it, as I vacillate between it representing a clear truth among Black folks, particularly, "successful" professional Black folks, as we have all experienced, and are haunted by the experience, and a recognition of something that is real for Black folks; but, the author's completely erroneous conclusion:

Context: Two white characters, a female Judge (Sonny) and a Journalist (Seth), who were lovers (with haunting pasts), now decades removed, are discussing a third character, a Black lawyer (Hobie), who during their late 1960s college years, they knew and were close to. (The Journalist has known the lawyer since childhood) They are specifically, discussing how despite the lawyer's brilliance, he has just never really risen to that "comfortable place" of accomplishment.


Sonny: "And why's Hobie so crazy?" I ask. "Was it his family?"

Seth: "Hobie" It's DSM 3.004."

Sonny: "What's that?"

Seth: "A shitty personality." As always, he absorbs my laughter appreciatively. "No, I thought his family was great. His father, man - I'd lie in bed at night and just die wishing his father could have been mine."

Sonny: "What about all the dope he took? Is that part of it?"

Seth: "I think I wouldn't be so quick to use the past tense. And I think in Hobie's case, it's a symptom, not a cause. No, whenever I ask myself what gives with him, I come back to the obvious: being a Black man in America. I think Hobie feels like a person without a country. He doesn't fully belong to anybody. I think he's honest enough to see himself as elite. Super education. Big income. But there's still the black thing of not being fully accepted, and dealing with how vulnerable that makes you.
"I Always remember the same incident. When we were in eighth grade, we played touch football with some big jerk named Kirk Truhane, who, one day, sort of out of the blue, called Hobie a nigger. You know, Hobie was big, he was rough, and knocked Truhane down on the gravel. And Truhane gets up and comes out with this word. And I mean, I remember thinking, God, this can't have happened, what do I do now? He was my best friend by then. At first I kept playing, even after Hobie left, but finally my conscience got to me, and I walked off too, and I found him around the school building bawling his eyes out. And he just kept repeating the same thing: 'It hurts my feelings.' In any other circumstance, Hobie probably would have beat the snot out of Kirk Truhane. But that one word sapped his strength. It destroyed him - to know he couldn't get beyond that label.

"And I really think that's how it is. Family? Sure. First and foremost. But history changes people, too. Doesn't it? I mean historical forces - your place, your society, its rules, its institutions. That's what politics is about, isn't it? Trying to get the foot of history off the throat of people? Let them be what they can. I know, as a concept, it can be a crutch. That's why so many people want to be victims today. So they don't have to accept the burden of being raised without historical calamity - with-out war or famine. They want to an excuse for the fact they're still not happy. But there's a reality, too. Your time and its circumstance can thwart you. they can make you crazy - subtly, the way they've crazed Hobie. or big time, the way history crazed my father. Maybe Zora (Sonny's Unionist/feminist mother) ...
...



I'd like to discuss this passage so I can move on and finish the book. Is the author saying that Hobie's "time and circumstance" is/are Hobie's " self-victimizing "crutch"?


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I'm deeply involved in reading a pretty good, fictional, novel ... (Original Post) 1StrongBlackMan Dec 2014 OP
I see in these passages, confusion heaven05 Dec 2014 #1
 

heaven05

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1. I see in these passages, confusion
Wed Dec 10, 2014, 04:05 PM
Dec 2014

by the author as exemplified by his last paragraph and last line of the paragraph above it...."but one word sapped his strength. It destroyed him-to know he couldn't get beyond that label". That is "the label" that takes a human being and turns them into something other than human in the negative intent meant by the speaker of that word. With that line, the author grasps the reality of the racists intent, to dehumanize. Yet further on the author implies victimization and crutches when the one having to deal with the impact of that word and their possibly negative response, verbally or physically, is described. I think this shows the confusion and inability of a lot of white people, author included, in really facing and understanding the depth and absolute nature of the truth of white racism, that racism is a soul destroying, self image wrecking vehicle that cannot be overcome WITHOUT referring to the dehumanizing character of white racism as exemplified by the race of these two characters. To deny the effect of racial discrimination upon the black character is damn near impossible, but in glimpsing the soul/social class of the author, he tries to diminish that effect by his last paragraph..

Everything is there in this that last passage, acknowledgement of historical, social and cultural forces at play in the family and lives of these two young men from "different sides of the track", metaphorically speaking about Hobie and Kirk. The author is white with a certain unshakeable self image of his status that is set firmly in the reality of the privileged of this society. As I have seen many times, with people who enjoy that privilege, that while they can acknowledge the racism intrinsic in that privilege and be sincerely bothered and/or troubled by it, they usually cannot come to grips with the reality of the damage that racism does to the recipients of that racism. And because of this inability to truly recognize the human damage done to a soul and self image by white racism predictably falls back on the well worn, "it's the victims fault if they don't ignore that outside hate and negative self image and self hate eating away at ones humanity and feelings of self worth. No, their solution when dismissing the damage, is one must pick themselves up by their bootstraps and move on. A lot of people from "the other side of the tracks" simply cannot grasp the depth and nature of the destruction racism causes to a humans soul because they have NEVER really had to face being described as something other than human every day of ones life in one manner or another.....just my take to your query. Hope the point is salient.

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