Marc,
I took my mom to lunch. I bought my older sister a card. I called a student I mentor closely. I set a coffee date with one of my colleagues. And I read a Joyce Carol Oates book today. Why? Because I had to remind myself that there are plenty of white women in my life whom I love and respoect.
Lately, Hillary Clinton, Gloria Steinem and Geraldine Ferraro have been made me forget.
Steinem's silly, flat, decades-old assertion that it is harder to be a woman than to be black really ticks me off. It is as though she hasn't noticed that some of us are black AND women. Recognizing the continuing power of misogny and patriarchy does not mean you get to ignore the depth of white supremacy and racism. Then Hillary wins Ohio by running a political ad that is little more than a "Birth of a Nation" remix. This was a good reminder that white women have always been complicit in American racism. Just when I thought it was over, Ferraro claims that being born black in America is a lucky draw and manages to cast a Harvard Law Review editor as an affirmative action candidate.
I had to counter my growing anger, resentment and disaffection by spending time with the white women in my own life. It was a little race/gender immersion therapy to keep me from completely flipping out.
It helped me remember the hundreds of white women who have written to me during the course of this campaign to express their support for Obama and their disgust with Clinton's tactics. It reminded me of the thousands of white women who registered voters during Freedom Summer. It encouraged me to focus on the achievements of second wave feminism. By the end of the day I almost rented Thelma and Louise. Well...that might be too far, but I do feel a little better.
How about you Marc, have you hugged a white woman today?
Melissa