Afew days before the election, I accompanied a friend to the dentist’s office. It was one of those situations in which appearance takes over more complex realities of who we are. I was a middle-aged black woman assisting an elderly white man. That he’s a wild old radical who browbeats the mad law professor in me with Russian ideologues and German philosophers probably wasn’t what most people saw as we toddled down the street arm in arm on cane. In the vast warren of the medical center, we become even more invisible in a waiting room filled with physically fragile patients, many of whom had been brought there by female caretakers of color.
Perhaps because of some such condescension, we became privy to a loud conversation floating out the not-quite-closed door of the office next to which we were sitting. One of the doctors was chatting with a patient, expressing his general pique at the world in familiar, often contradictory clichés. He was upset at the loss of standards in schools. He pitted merit against equality and paired merit with white, Jewish and Asian students. He insisted that “we are not all equal” and concluded that affirmative action was inherently immoral. A few minutes later he blamed white liberals for abandoning standards and praised as standard-bearers those blacks who support vouchers. “The problem is” minorities who teach their children to hate white people. He said that “blacks are out of control” and that black leaders “are not taking responsibility.” He cited Al Sharpton, Marion Barry and Louis Farrakhan as typical black leaders, and he rattled on against substance abuse in the inner cities and guns in the hands of young blacks who will never make it into the middle class, because they don’t study and don’t have good table manners.
“Bite down,” he said as he finished with a paean of support for “zero tolerance” policies, standardized testing and George W. Bush.
George W. Bush! I shook my head wonderingly. If only he were black. It’s one of those things we black people think about a lot: If only this or that one were black. Can you imagine, we tell each other.
Just think where a black man who spent more than half his adult life as a substance abuser would be–a black man who had a conviction for drunk driving and a notoriously bad attitude. Is it too obvious to point out that George Bush and Dick Cheney–who has two convictions for drunk driving–share a certain equality of status with Marion Barry?
Just think where a sneering black frat brother who committed gross grammatical butcheries and called Greeks Grecians would be. What fun Abigail Thernstrom could have questioning why unqualified upper-class whiners like that should be admitted to “first tier” universities like Yale and Harvard. (I guess we’re supposed to feel better that Cheney flunked out of Yale on his own merits.)
Just think of where a black businessman with a “winning” personality but a losing financial record would be when he showed up to buy that team franchise. Assuming he could get a job way down in the corporate food chain, you can bet they wouldn’t let him anywhere near the cash register.