Micro things

Dictionaries commonly define micro as extremely small. When I think of micro, my mind conjures up images if things that can only be seen with an electron-microscope, too small for the eye to naturally perceive. Of course, most of us know there are social situations that are appropriately defined using the prefix micro. Of late (recent years), we hear the term micro-aggression being used to refer to the isms that plague our society. Stories where people of color are confronted with various comments, actions that pierce to the very heart of their being by someone who is troubled, it would seem, by their very existence on the planet. For example, asking an Asian American where they’re from or informing them that they speak English well, without assuming that they were born in Kansas and grew up next door to Dorothy.

Before I poor any more words unto this little blue screen, let me confess from where the prompt for this blog comes. Last evening, in our living room, my oldest child, my middle child, my better half (Chris) and I were sitting around talking. Of course, we couldn’t have done this a year ago; however, we’ve all been vaccinated (two shots) and we feel comfortable socializing as in days of old. Somehow our conversation meandered into politics, racism, and a few other topics that many families forbid being broached at the dinner table, for fear of familial civil discord. One thing we got bogged down in was whether minorities can technically be defined as racists, or would the term prejudiced be more accurate. The prevailing definition of a racist speaks to one from a socially predominate group who has power to deprive someone of another group of life, liberty, etc. because of their race, ethnicity. I’m not going to divulge the full dynamics of our lively discussion hear but let me just say I was troubled by the bridge of life experience that divides our generations.

As I think back to twelve hours ago, I can see that much of our conversation dealt with microaggression, and the degree of sensitivity each of us has to it. We even had a labored discussion about whether Black folks should speak up when uncomplimentary things are said about white folks in a conversation among Black folks. This stemmed from what is often thought to be the reluctance or uncertainty of some socially conscience white person to do the same when they find themselves having such a conversation in a group of white folks.

At almost 71 years of age, I’ve experienced a lot. I’ve gone from a time when Black folks couldn’t go to a lot of public places; to being granted entre’ to many of those places; to being granted the opportunity to pursue many of the material things that don’t define happiness well; to experiencing life in ways that my grandparents and great grandparents couldn’t even imagine. And now, it seems there are forces afoot that want to turn back the clock to a time when they thought America was great. Anger, confusion, disgust, exhaustion is but a few of the deleterious emotions that just won’t go away.

I started this piece with what I thought to be a clear direction of where I was going, but do we ever really know where we’re going when we talk of isms and micro aggressive behavior that too often accompanies them. Our conversation left more questions than answers, but that doesn’t mean it was worthless. I’ve heard many times that this conversation needs to be had in the public square. I agree. But it must be a conversation with no end. The conversation must be a part of a process that encompasses families, neighborhoods, regions, the entire country. Will we feel good, having it? No. But we can’t have gain without pain.

I’m old and blessed…hope you will be too.

8 thoughts on “Micro things

  1. lewbornmann June 18, 2021 / 12:07 am

    I appreciate what you said in your posting — and I wish I had an answer. Being White, I obviously have encountered many of the same situations and questions as you. Without a clear guide as to an appropriate response in every situation, I frequently speak up inappropriately or remain silent and angry at my obvious failure to have acted in accordance with my personal beliefs. Yes, I have lost supposed friends over something they claim to have said only in jest — but that does not make it any more acceptable. Similar to most others with an extended family, there are some obviously racist members who I have been asked to not offend “for the sake of the family”. Really?

    I wish I was wiser. I’m clearly insufficiently intelligent to have enough answers for what are obviusly too many questions.

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  2. Linda Lee/Lady Quixote June 18, 2021 / 12:24 am

    It’s heartbreaking, isn’t it? As you can see from the pictures I have posted on my blog, my husband’s grandchildren are mixed. They are so very precious. I don’t understand why racism has such a stranglehold on the human race. I am only three years younger than you, and I remember how bad things were in the 1950s and 60s. Then things seemed to get better for awhile. But now it’s getting worse again. Scary. Crazy. I don’t understand.

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  3. catterel June 18, 2021 / 7:26 am

    Racism is something that I really don’t understand. What difference does skin colour or the shape of a person’s features, or whatever else the prejudice is based on, make? As a foreigner, I have experienced xenophobia, another form of prejudice. The situation here in Europe is a little different from that in North America, but … I really don’t get it. I think of Shylock – “If you cut us, do we not bleed?”

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  4. oldandblessed June 18, 2021 / 1:15 pm

    It’s been my observation, and I could be inaccurate, that we timidly wade into conversation about many of the isms: sexism, ageism and few more; however, racism seems to be taboo. I think folks feel uncomfortable with it for a number of reasons. One is the fear of being called a racist. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life is that fear cannot be eradicated if one isn’t willing to step into the deep water. It’s the baptismal effect that cleans, rejuvenates, releases you to a liberating perspective that allows you to interact differently.

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  5. rangewriter June 27, 2021 / 9:03 pm

    Fear can’t be eradicated if one isn’t willing to step into the deep water. So true. I sort of miss having these kinds of conversations. I remember when I was young, in high school/college, my friends and I would debate everything. This also went on with my mother and I, but I think there was less acrimony with my friends. I guess we were forming our opinions and exploring new ideas. Religious debates, war debates, race debates, gender role debates, freedom and ideology debates, they were our life blood. Now, it seems most of my friends think pretty much the same way I do. We don’t push each other’s boundaries for fear of ruining something–a friendship? An event? I would have loved to be a fly on the wall during your family conversation.

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  6. Bertram Deupree August 5, 2021 / 10:31 am

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