Writer’s Poem: Race

Writer’s Poem: Race

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Its been a long and nerve wrecking week for me. Two more days and I get the weekend to relax, take a deep breath and either catch-up or procrastinate on all the things I need to do. Until then, we have today, a day for me to share a poem I love and I think you’d like as well. Spoiler alert, today’s poem talks about race.

Harper Lee, the author of To Kill A Mockingbird, described the situation of a mixed race child well when she said, “The black people didn’t want them because they were white, and the white people didn’t what them because they had black blood”. This begs the question, where does this leave a mixed race child? The sad thing about this is that it is still happening today, decades after Harper Lee’s books.
The poem below introduced me to the poet, Toi Derricotte. Do take a minute and read the poem below, unhurriedly.

Passing by Toi Derricotte
A professor invites me to his “Black Lit” class; they’re
reading Larson’s Passing. One of the black
students says, “Sometimes light-skinned blacks
think they can fool other blacks,
but I can always tell,” looking
right through me.
After I tell them I am black,
I ask the class, “Was I passing
when I was just sitting here,
before I told you?” A white woman
shakes her head desperately, as if
I had deliberately deceived her.
She keeps examining my face,
then turning away
as if she hopes I’ll disappear. Why presume
“passing” is based on what I leave out
and not what she fills in?
In one scene in the book, in a restaurant,
she’s “passing,”
though no one checked her at the door—
“Hey, you black?”
My father, who looked white,
told me this story: every year
when he’d go to get his driver’s license,
the man at the window filling
out the form would ask,
“White or black?” pencil poised, without looking up.
My father wouldn’t pass, but he might
use silence to trap a devil.
When he didn’t speak, the man
would look up at my father’s face.
“What did he write?”
my father quizzed me.

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6 thoughts on “Writer’s Poem: Race

  1. Damn… that was deep. While this is years in the future, I have a feeling I’ll have a mixed child. I wonder what life will be for THEM when they are here. It’s hard already knowing there’s still prejudice toward Black people, especially toward dark skinned Black people. I mean…I already worry how’ll I find a great job, because of my dark skin, but my future offspring…I can’t EVEN imagine being nearly completely rejected by both of the parent’s ethinic backgrounds. That’s why whenever I see a mixed Black child or person, I show them nothing BUT love. I don’t know what they could POSSIBLY going through because of their mixed heritage and I would want MY child to be treated the same love AND respect.

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  2. passing isnt just black to white… as a mixed child sometimes you have to pass the other way too. I am mixed with Hispanic and look black and some times I am trying to show my Latin American fam I am one of them… some times I am working to show black people I am one too… as long as some standard exists passing will exist. Not everyone gets an A in race.

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