The following article is by Carol Swain, a professor of
political science and law at Vanderbilt University. . . .
Let me tell
you how my story ends: I become a tenured, award-winning professor of political
science at an Ivy League university, and then at one of the leading
universities in the South.
Now let me
tell you how my story begins: I grow up in rural Virginia, literally dirt poor.
I drop out of school in the eighth grade and have three children by the time
I'm 20.
I consider
myself to be a reasonably modest person, but even I have to admit that's quite
a journey.
How did I do
it?
I worked
hard. Not crazy, 24/7 hard—just hard. I made good decisions. Not brilliant,
three-dimensional-chess decisions—just good ones. I met people along the way
who helped me and sincerely wanted to see me succeed—not because they had
something to gain, but because they were decent people. Almost all of these
individuals, by the way, were white.
But mostly,
I think I was blessed in one crucial way: I was born in America, a true land of
opportunity for anyone of any color or background. In this country, where you
start your life does not determine where you end up.
That works
in both directions, by the way. You can start out with every advantage and
waste them all. Or you can start out with nothing and become a success. It all
depends on you. Your attitude is far more important than your race, gender, or
social class in determining what you will accomplish in life.
When I hear
young blacks—or anyone, for that matter—talk about systemic racism, I don't
know whether to laugh or cry. I want to laugh because it's such nonsense. I
want to cry because I know it's pushing untold numbers of young blacks into a
dead end of self-pity and despair. Instead of seizing the amazing opportunities
America offers them, they seize an excuse to explain why they're not succeeding.
I was born
into a world where systemic racism was real—no-fooling, outright-bigotry,
back-of-the-bus real. But here's what you need to know: Yes, that racism shaped
the black experience—but even then, it did not define it. Change was in the
air. Call it systemic reform.
The modern
Civil Rights Movement was in its infancy, and the leaders who fought for equal
rights for blacks were men and women of all races. They believed in America and
were determined to see it live up to its highest ideals—ideals manifest in the
Declaration of Independence and the US Constitution.
Did I know,
growing up, that George Washington and Thomas Jefferson owned slaves? I don't
think I ever thought about it. If I did, I'd like to think that I would have
had enough common sense to know that we can't judge men who lived 250 years ago
by the moral standards of our own day.
But I know
that Jefferson wrote the words in the Declaration of Independence that made
slavery ultimately impossible: that all men are created equal. And I know that
Washington, Hamilton, Franklin, Adams and the rest of the Founders risked
everything to make my world, my America, possible. How could I not be grateful
for that and for the sacrifices so many others have made to preserve it?
The truth is
I cannot remember a time when I did not love America and feel pride in the
belief that I live in the greatest country in the world. I knew if I diligently
pursued my ambitions, I could leave the poverty of my early years, with all its
abuse and depression, behind me.
I was
fortunate in another way. I was spared the life-sapping, negative messages
about America that are crippling a generation of young people. These ideas are
poison:
☆ White privilege.
☆ Whiteness as a form of property.
☆ Unconscious racism.
☆ Reparations.
☆ Microaggressions.
☆ Police have it out for blacks.
☆ That the United States was created
to protect and promote slavery.
These are
the ideas young people are told they must accept. And then they're told to
reject the ideas that can save them—the antidote: the success principles that
enabled me and millions of other Americans to escape lives of poverty.
These
principles aren't complicated: work hard, learn from your mistakes, take
personal responsibility for your actions. When I made the decisions to get my
high school equivalency, attend a community college, and then earn four
additional college and university degrees, I believed that my education would
open doors. And it did.
It was only
when exposed to academic theories of oppression in graduate school that I was
informed that because I was black, poor, and female, I could never do what I
had already accomplished.
Thank God,
it was too late for these toxic messages to stop me. Don't let them stop you.
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