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I've changed my mind a little bit about the disturbance Cindy Sheehan caused at the State of the Union Address, and the great disruption this caused here on DU between those who supported her actions, and those who rejected them.
Yes, I'm talking about the t-shirt.
Years ago, before my wife and I were married, I introduced her to one of my grandfathers. He was very cordial and charming towards her, but he was uncharacteristically awkward. Typically he was a terrible flirt towards his grandsons' girlfriends, often to the point of irritating them, but he wasn't with my wife.
Later on when I was alone with him, driving him around on his various errands, he called my wife a "cute Mexican girl."
That pretty much explained everything.
My grandfather was always very troubled by his own racism. As much as he tried, he could not erase it from his own personality. He was an aerospace engineer and he always spoke very highly of the few "colored" engineers and technicians he worked with, and they were truly his friends and respected colleagues, but there was always a line that divided them.
My grandfather did not attend our wedding. His health was fragile then, but not so fragile as the frail little old ladies in wheel chairs who did manage to attend. I'll always assume my grandfather was truly too ill that day, but sadly, I will always have doubts. Maybe it's that women wouldn't miss a family wedding unless they were dead, and men just aren't wired that way.
These sorts of doubts are especially reinforced by my wife's observations and experiences, and yes, I am getting around to Cindy's t-shirt, but I'm taking the long road, just as I used to do with my grandfather so we could talk.
When our children were young, my wife and I lived in a Midwestern city that was as progressive as most Midwestern cities go. There wasn't a lot of overt racism, instead it was mostly submerged, very much as it was within my grandfather. My wife would jokingly refer to herself as a "short woman of color" and people would laugh nervously with her.
But there were some more troubling moments.
It so happens that one of our kids ended up with every last one of my wife's recessive genes. A few times when they were out together people would assume my wife was the nanny or housekeeper, and not the mom. Sometimes it happened when I was with them.
One time, in a department store, a woman remarked to me that she wished she could afford "help."
Utterly flabbergasted, I mumbled "That's my wife," and the poor woman looked like she wanted to crawl away and die.
My wife was not so sympathetic to the woman as I was, and said to me "She should be embarrassed."
Back to Cindy now...
My wife is very aware of the double standards we have in our society. She is a professional woman and she often talks about how a white male can wear faded jeans and a t-shirt on a "casual dress Friday" and he's just being comfortable, but if she does that people consider her disrespectful.
In our society people who are not white must "earn" respect, while people who are white, especially upper class white males, can only lose it.
Many of the people who "support Cindy 100%" have never been in this situation of "earning" respect; they don't recognize the tremendous efforts minorities and women have devoted to this -- how careful they must be to maintain a certain level of respect.
I, as a privileged white male, can get wake in the morning, put on whatever clothes I have, brush my hair, and so on, without any worries. It's almost automatic that I am accepted by our society for who I am. I can wear my red Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars on a casual dress Friday and people will not dismiss me. I'm a tall white guy with some sort of "presence." Some people may even admire me for my eccentricities.
My wife can never do that, she always has to be careful. Throughout her life she has had to be careful.
Many of the people who are most upset with Cindy's actions at the State of the Union Address have more in common with my wife than they do with me. They cannot support Cindy 100% because in their experience what Cindy did rarely works.
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