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Note to a Revolutionary


Thank you for your kind remarks and thoughtful comments on marginalization in our community. You’ll probably not be shocked to learn that, being an Anglophile myself, I do consider an English-Scottish mix to be bi-racial, but that’s a whole other story and controversy – sho’ nuff! In fact, in light of our recent conversations, I wanted to bring some more attention to race in America. It’s a topic many people find uncomfortable, yet it’s one of my favorites because there is such a rich history here in America between different races that is often misrepresented in history books and undermined by the Tea Baggers.

I want to tell everyone today about my ancestor, great-great-great-grandfather Col. Christopher Greene. He is such an important figure in our family’s history, that I have named my son after him. Col. Greene was the cousin of General Nathanael Greene, second in-command to George Washington during the latter half of the American Revolution years. He helped fight the British at Yorktown, a feat Smithsonian Magazine noted as being a large part of the reason America finally was able to win its independence.

Col. Greene, like his cousin, understood the risks that one needed to take for the sake of liberty. Col. Greene, then with the support of Washington and General Nathanael Greene, agreed to train former African slaves to become soldiers for the American cause. Col. Christopher Greene was, in fact, one of the first officers of the US Army to train African-Americans for combat. So, to us, Col. Greene is a hero and he also exemplifies the need for people everywhere to understand that liberty and freedom for all is much more important than focusing on differences and power structures that separate us from each other. So, stick that in a Pie of Personal Identity and smoke it!



On Being Tad


I have been thinking a lot about your post on race relations in American today. While I will never know what it is like to be a bi-racial person (unless you count my English and Scottish heritage as such) I do know what it is like to be homosexual and considered part of a minority or marginalized group.

Tiffany, let me tell you a story. A couple of months ago, I went to a conference about working with youth. One of the seminars I attended was on how to share power with youth; it was fantastic. In that seminar we did a exercise on personal power. The exercise was an adaptation of the Pie of Personal Identity. The point of the exercise was to show you how much power in our American society specific individuals and groups have. The pie was divided up into a number of slices, and while I don’t remember how all the pie pieces were labeled, it contained things like: Christian, White Male, Heterosexual, Age 25-45, and Abled Bodied. If the piece of the pie represented you, you colored it in. The total pieces of the pie you colored in represented the amount of social power you have in our culture. The more pieces you colored in, the more power you have.

As a white male, most of my pie pieces were colored in. I love pie, so this made me happy. In fact, I think only two pieces of my pie were left blank: I do not identify as Christian, and I do not identify as heterosexual. Apparently, according to this exercise, only straight bible thumpers have more power in our culture than I do. Pretty good for a poor bloke like me, no?

Now, before I go any further, I would like to say that I think exercises like the one I just mentioned can be very useful. In fact, at the time I did this exercise I found value in the process in that it challenged some of my thinking. However, when I think of my Pie of Personal Identity and relate it to my experiences in the real world, the two just don’t look the same. Reality is, if I base the quantity of pie I should have on what society says, I would never know how much pie I have. And, being that I like pie, I want to know how much is available to me.

To put it another way, I have found that some people are very quick to label me as ‘marginalized’ as a gay man when it suits their argument to do so. Conversely, I have also found that some people are quick to label me as a ‘privileged white male’ when it suits them to do so. I have even had some people question the very existence of a gay sub-culture, thus nullifying ‘gay’ as a label at all. Even more shocking, I recently overhead a heterosexual woman claim she was oppressed because she is Christian. Not sure I understand her point of view, but the point I am trying to make is that this entire ‘power’ thing is confusing, isn’t it?

Labeling games create a paradoxical situation. While I believe it is human nature to want to label and categorize things (you should see how I’ve categorized my music collection, Tiffany) not all things can be labeled. When we attempt to create labels for ourselves we often dehumanize and minimize who and what we truly are. I have never viewed myself as ‘marginalized’ or ‘oppressed’. I have never labeled myself based on some of my attributes such as ‘homosexual’ or ‘white’ or ‘brown haired’. I label myself as Tad. When I wake up in the morning, I don’t pet my gay dog, feed my gay cats and make a gay cup of coffee. I do those things because those are the kinds of things people do; because I am Tad.

I strongly agree that there are ingrained power structures in our society that need to be torn down and rebuilt. But, when we as a culture proudly embrace terms like ‘marginalized communities’, how do those terms work to shape our view of ourselves, especially if we are the ones being categorized as marginalized? How do those labels work to positively change and break down ingrained power structures? If I buy-in to the idea that I am marginalized and oppressed, how will that shape my interactions with others? How will it impact my ability to truly be myself?

I think it’s time to start thinking outside of labels. It’s time to start thinking in terms of commonalities, our shared values and shared goals. This is not to suggest we turn into a collective, or mindless drones. But, the more we divide and sub-divide who we are based on labels and what petty power structures tell us, the more we all suffer for it.


On Being Halfrican American

Dear Tad,

Sydney!! I should have known you’d know where to get the boys and the booze!!! That’s probably one of the wildest places on planet Earth for Pride and what have you…I used to know some Australians when I lived in New York, but I can’t remember anymore what went on there; I just remember that during rugby match season we’d always be in the pub drinking Foster’s by 10 am…

In other news, I can see that race has become of paramount importance again in the United States since Barack Obama took office. For some people, things have really become charged. In fact, I had someone accuse me the other day of being a mad black woman, when in fact, I am just a mad woman. There was nothing black about my anger at all! I was just being a disgruntled bi-racial person (so I thought). This person claimed that raising my voice and getting emotional must mean that my African side is solely influencing my actions. To the contrary, my black father is an easy-going person, who rarely, if ever, raises his voice. The part of the family that I inherited my loud brashness from is not the African side, but the German-British side, in fact! Yes, it comes down from my very Waspish grandfather who had been a colonel and Russian-language intelligence officer in the US Army for 30 years. We used to say that Old Dad was Henry Fonda and General George Patton all rolled into one. Old Dad did have a big mouth and he spoke his mind, particularly on topics regarding democracy and what it means to live in a free society. So, to the white person who thought I was being a mad black woman–I was really being a mad, old white man, and thank Goddess for that!!!

See you all soon!