Alice Walker Speaks My Mind

When I wrote the post trying (incoherently at times) to describe how I felt about Obama, Clinton, Black people and (white) women, I couldn’t really put the words together in an eloquent way. Tell the truth, I didn’t really try. I just wanted to vent. 

Thank goodness there are people out there who have the energy to put these issues into well-crafted sentences. Alice Walker did just that in a piece posted on The Root entitled Lest We Forget: An open letter to my sisters who are brave. I include selected portions after the jump…  

I am a supporter of Obama because I believe he is the right person to lead the country at this time. He offers a rare opportunity for the country and the world to start over, and to do better.   It is a deep sadness to me that many of my feminist white women friends cannot see him.  Cannot see what he carries in his being.  Cannot hear the fresh choices toward Movement he offers. That they can believe that millions of Americans –black,  white, yellow, red and brown – choose Obama over Clinton only because he is a man, and black, feels tragic to me.

When I have supported white people, men and women, it was because I thought them the best possible people to do whatever the job required.  Nothing else would have occurred to me. If Obama were in any sense mediocre, he would be forgotten by now. He is, in fact, a remarkable human being, not perfect but humanly stunning, like King was and like Mandela is. We look at him, as we looked at them, and are glad to be of our species. He is the change America has been trying desperately and for centuries to hide, ignore, kill. The change America must have if we are to convince the rest of the world that we care about people other than our (white) selves.

True to my inner Goddess of the Three Directions however, this does not mean I agree with everything Obama stands for. We differ on important points probably because I am older than he is, I am a woman and person of three colors, (African, Native American, European), I was born and raised in the American South, and when I look at the earth’s people, after sixty-four years of life, there is not one person I wish to see suffer, no matter what they have done to me or to anyone else; though I understand quite well the place of suffering, often, in human growth

… I want someone with the self-confidence to talk to anyone, “enemy” or “friend,”  and this Obama has shown he can do.  It is difficult to understand how one could vote for a person who is afraid to sit and talk to another human being.  When you vote you are making someone a proxy for yourself; they are to speak when, and in places, you cannot.  But if they find talking to someone else, who looks just like them, human, impossible, then what good is your vote?

It is hard to relate what it feels like to see Mrs. Clinton (I wish she felt self-assured enough to use her own name) referred to as “a woman” while Barack Obama is always referred to as “a black man.”  One would think she is just any woman, colorless, race-less, past-less, but she is not. She carries all the history of white womanhood in America in her person; it would be a miracle if we, and the world, did not react to this fact.  How dishonest it is, to attempt to make her innocent of her racial inheritance. 

I can easily imagine Obama sitting down and talking, person to person, with any leader, woman, man, child or common person, in the world, with no baggage of past servitude or race supremacy to mar their talks.  I cannot see the same scenario with Mrs. Clinton who would drag into Twenty-First Century American leadership the same image of white privilege and distance from the reality of others’ lives that has so marred our country’s contacts with the rest of the world. 

And yes, I would adore having a woman president of the United States.  My choice would be Representative Barbara Lee, who alone voted in Congress five years ago not to make war on Iraq. That to me is leadership, morality, and courage; if she had been white I would have cheered just as hard.  But she is not running for the highest office in the land, Mrs. Clinton is. And because Mrs. Clinton is a woman and because she may be very good at what she does, many people, including some younger women in my own family, originally favored her over Obama. I understand this, almost. It is because, in my own nieces’ case, there is little memory, apparently, of the foundational inequities that still plague people of color and poor whites in this country. Why, even though our family has been here longer than most North American families – and only partly due to the fact that we have Native American genes – we very recently, in my lifetime, secured the right to vote, and only after numbers of people suffered and died for it.

When I offered the word “Womanism” many years ago, it was to give us a tool to use, as feminist women of color, in times like these.  These are the moments we can see clearly, and must honor devotedly, our singular path as women of color in the United States.  We are not white women and this truth has been ground into us for centuries, often in brutal ways.  But neither are we inclined to follow a black person, man or woman, unless they demonstrate considerable courage, intelligence, compassion and substance.  I am delighted that so many women of color support Barack Obama -and genuinely proud of the many young and old white women and men who do. 

Imagine, if he wins the presidency we will have not one but three black women in the White House;  one tall, two somewhat shorter;   none of them carrying the washing in and out of the back door.  The bottom line for most of us is:  With whom do we have a better chance of surviving the madness and fear we are presently enduring, and with whom do we wish to set off on a journey of new possibility?  In other words, as the Hopi elders would say: Who do we want in the boat with us as we head for the rapids?  Who is likely to know how best to share the meager garden produce and water?  We are advised by the Hopi elders to celebrate this time, whatever its adversities. 

We have come a long way, Sisters, and we are up to the challenges of our time.  One of which is to build alliances based not on race, ethnicity, color, nationality, sexual preference or gender, but on Truth.  Celebrate our journey.  Enjoy the miracle we are witnessing.  Do not stress over its outcome.  Even if  Obama becomes president, our country is in such ruin it may well be beyond his power to lead us toward rehabilitation.  If he is elected however, we must, individually and collectively, as citizens of the planet, insist on helping him do the best job that can be done; more, we must insist that he demand this of us. It is a blessing that our mothers taught us not to fear hard work. Know, as the Hopi elders declare: The river has its destination.  And remember, as poet June Jordan and Sweet Honey in the Rock never tired of telling us: We are the ones we have been waiting for. 

Namaste;

And with all my love,

Alice Walker

Thanks Alice. 

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One response to “Alice Walker Speaks My Mind

  1. Great read.

    I wish people would look beyond their personal cares, preferences and hang-ups to see that Obama’s election, while incredibly symbolic regarding race relations in the US, is more of a fresh starting point for improvement in the country across the board.

    Indeed, after GWB’s 8 years in office… the next president will be held accountable for his/her actions like no one that came before them.

    To me, Clinton has shown that her willingness to be fully accountable is shaky, at best.

    IMO, Obama’s honesty and willingness to tackle his recent “controversies” head on is more in line with what a good leader should be.

    The fact that people still can’t/won’t see that is absolutely ridiculous.
    And the fact that the Clinton campaign has been taking that to the bank is disappointing, yet somehow expected of them.

    2:29a and I am not asleep.
    *smh*

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