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by TerranceDC At least he didn't say "That boy," but he was just one word off. I heard it, and I saw it. I saw it first, actually, during the first debate when McCain refused to look Obama in the eye.
I heard it again when that white Republican congressman from Kentucky referred to Obama as "that boy." I heard it before when that white Republican congressman from Georgia referred to Obama as "uppity," and the later said that he had never heard it used in a racially derogatory sense. (Even though he grew up in Atlanta during the 1950s.) I heard it again when a radio host promoted a video of a pastor calling Obama's mother "trash." At least he didn't say "white trash," but he was only one word off. I saw it again when a Fox News graphic labeled Michelle Obama a "baby mama."
I saw it when a Georgia bar owner sold t-shirts equating Obama with or portraying him as a monkey. ![]() And again when boxes of "Obama Waffles" were sold at the Family Research Council's Values Voter Summit.
I heard it again when McCain referred to Obama as "that one." I saw it again when McCain refused Obama's handshake after the second debate. Then, of course, there was Ann Coulter joking about lynching, following Bill O'Reilly's example. There was the noose at a Secret Service Training center. There was Pat Buchanan saying that African Americans "should be grateful" that slavery, etc., brought us here. There was Lou Dobbs nearly calling Condi Rice a "cotton picker" when she echoed some of Obama's thought about race. A few weeks ago, Obama was hung in effigy by students at a small Christian University in Oregon.
More recently, a (now former) member of McCain's leadership team in Virginia penned a racially-charged editorial aimed at Obama. Then there is the Palin rally.
And McCain and Palin say nothing.
If anything, given all that's been said thus far, Obama is to be commended for wanting to or even attempting to shake his opponent's hand. A lesser man would have given back as good as he got, and returned contempt for contempt. That said, it isn't always overt. Much of the time race is a subtext, barely below the surface. McCain's behavior in the first debate reminded me of the stories I'd heard and read about time when blacks had to step off the sidewalk when whites approached, and a black person didn't dare look another white person in eye. The "that one" comment reminded of the stories I'd heard about times when a black person couldn't expect a white person to call them by their name, but instead "uncle," or "auntie," or "boy," or "girl." (There's a reason why, during the civil rights movement, simply wearing a sign that read "I am a man, " was a real statement.) One more debate and it will be "that boy."
When I was a child, growing up in Georgia, there were some specific things I didn't understand. Like why my parents often had visceral reactions to certain things. I grew up in a house where my parents and their friends still talked about their experiences living during (and before) the modern civil rights movement. There were books about the history of the civil rights movement in our house, and I read some of them several times. I watched documentaries and television shows about the civil rights movement, often with my one or both of my parents providing additional commentary. I knew, at least intellectually, something about what those times were like. I didn't manage to grow up in the south without hearing the "n-word," or without hearing it applied to me. But I didn't know then — and don't really think I know now — just what people went through on a daily basis. I caught glimpses of it, though. I remember one incident in particular. One Sunday afternoon, after church, we went to visit one of our senior members who had just moved into a nursing home. I'd been in nursing homes before, to visit relatives, so I wasn't affected much by the visit. In fact, I don't remember much of it except our arrival and departure. On the way in, we passed by several elderly women in wheelchairs, sitting in a common area. I remember some of them appeared to be senile, and — if only in their minds — living in pretty far back in the past. I remember one elderly white woman in particular banging on a table with her spoon, as we arrived, and demanding (for some reason) a boiled egg, perhaps from some former employee or servant who'd long since left her employment. On our way out, that same woman said to my mother, "Hey you, girl! Bring me a glass of water." It wasn't until we were out of the building and in the car that I heard my mother respond in a voice I hadn't heard before. "I got your 'girl,' alright," she said. "I'm glad we left, because I wasn't going to be too many more of her 'girls.'" My dad nodded quietly, and after a while added that the woman was probably so senile that she thought she was living "back in the old days." The rest of the ride home was silent, almost as though my sister and I knew it was probably a good idea to leave our folks alone with their thoughts and memories. I didn't quite understand the vehemence of my mother's reaction, in much the same way I didn't really understand pictures like this one, when I saw them in the books I mentioned earlier. I mean, intellectually, I knew that the men were protesting, and I knew what they were protesting. But in the back of my mind I wondered what made someone need to write a sign that states the obvious like that. And what would about that statement would make some other men reach for their guns. But the McCain campaign either doesn't know, or doesn't care about the inevitable reactions.
The base may lap it up, but like I said before, the rest of us know a dog whistle when we hear one.
"That one." | 2 comments (2 topical, 0 editorial, 0 hidden)
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