Dreaming in Iambic Pentameter

April 21, 2007

Recognizing the Imus in Us, and How to Let Him Go

Filed under: Citizens at last! — Anna M Evans @ 3:18 pm

If anything good can be said to have come from the Don Imus affair, it has at least forced America to own up to the sad fact that racial prejudice still runs rife through the fabric of our society. Much like the case of Civil Unions in New Jersey recently blogged by my friend RB, the legislation may have changed, but the attitudes are running, in the case of ethnicity, maybe about thirty years behind. It is still harder, to give you a very simple example, to hail a taxi cab in New York City if you are a young black male.

One problem is, for me at least, that if I force myself to confront the root causes of racial prejudice, namely the barbaric treatment of Africans by our white American forebears, then I become wracked with a colossal sense of Kollektivschuld. My mind immediately flees the problem for something more manageable: if I can demonstrate my liberality by supporting measures to oppose global warming or end the Iraq War, doesn’t that excuse me from thinking about race?

The corollary to this is of course the insurmountable hugeness of the issue. I’m a housewife, living in a predominantly white neighborhood in New Jersey. I feel helpless in the face of a problem that America has lived with now for hundreds of years. If I, personally, can’t do anything about it, why can’t I just ignore it and hope it goes away?

Ignoring it is also the safest option, after all. As soon as a white person approaches the subject of race, there are a thousand pitfalls to be negotiated. Isn’t it better to say nothing rather than attempt to say something, do so clumsily, and risk causing offence?

I think the Imus case has shown us all that we can’t afford to ignore something that continues to rot America from inside out. So, I’ve done some thinking, and I have come up with a list of things we can all do, ourselves, to help combat prejudice. (Please note: as I am white, this list is drawn up from that perspective.)

  1. Do not pretend that racism no longer exists. Every time you get on a train and make a conscious decision to sit near the group with the greatest number of people that look like you, you are practising a very minor form of racism. It may be minor, but it is not harmless.
  2. Where possible, do ACT like it doesn’t exist. Try and imagine you have color blinders on and treat people like people regardless of their ethnicity or any other signifiers. It may help to analyse the choices you make naturally for a few days before you do this. Why do you talk to the white suburban mom type in the checkout line, but ignore the black teenager? Who do you ask for directions if you are lost? Where do you sit in the bus/train/subway/movie theater and what influences your decision?
  3. Do not condone any form of racism. If an acquaintance tells a racist joke or perpetuates an ethnic stereotype, and you do not tell him or her politely that you find it inappropriate, then you are colluding in the racism.
  4. Do cultivate an interest in culture outside your own ethnic group. Ignorance generates fear which generates prejudice, so combat ignorance by reading. I recommend the poetry of Gwendolyn Brooks, Yusef Komunyakaa, Rita Dove, Thomas Sayers Ellis and Major Jackson. I thoroughly enjoy the fiction of Pearl Cleage. I currently also have Toi Derricotte’s Memoir The Black Notebooks on order. 
  5. Speaking of Toi Derricotte, okay, this is a tricky one: let your naivete go. What do I mean by that? I mean that the idealistic view is that eventually, thanks to intermarriage etc., ethnic signifiers and thus boundaries will magically dissolve. The story of Toi Derricotte (a black woman who physically resembles a tanned, white brunette) demonstrates that they won’t. The truth is, if you are a member of the privileged ethnic group (which is still white Anglo-Saxon, sorry) and you marry into a minority group, the chances are your offspring will identify with the minority group: there’s simply more cohesiveness there. This is invariably true if they resemble the group, but also true if they don’t: ask yourself how many blue eyed and/or blond Italian Americans you know? It is not a bad thing to have an ethnic heritage and/or identity–I’m proud to be a British woman, after all. So stop thinking of that as the problem.
  6. Talk about race with your children and encourage them to have friends of color. I would say try and make your own friendships with people from different ethnicities but I appreciate this is harder and the risk is it will seem forced, particularly since you may encounter resistance or confusion from the other side also. So begin with the children–if we bring them up right, maybe their generation will have gone at least a few more steps in the right direction.
  7. Don’t make race a taboo subject, either within gatherings of your own ethnic group or when you are in mixed company. Try and see things from the other point of view.
  8. Write poems about race. Okay, this one only works if you are a poet. If you aren’t then blog about race.
  9. Be brave: assume that you will be forgiven if, in trying to do something positive about the problem, you unwittingly embarrass yourself or fear you have offended. Simply apologize and keep trying.
  10. Forgive yourself. You did not begin the slave trade or own a Cotton Plantation, so try not to project guilt onto the people of color you meet today. If you do everything you can to combat racial prejudice wherever you meet it you should not reproach yourself personally for what happened hundreds of years ago, even if your own ancestors were indeed responsible. The less baggage we can all bring to the table, the better.

If anyone finds any part of this blog entry unintentionally offensive or just downright wrong, please talk to me. I truly believe words are the way through this.

Although not, of course, the ones Imus used.

April 16, 2007

Would You Like Some Poetry With That?

Filed under: Poetry — Anna M Evans @ 1:52 pm

Yesterday afternoon my husband and I braved the worst Nor’Easter the region has seen for over a decade, and drove to Woodbury, NJ for an Afternoon Literary Salon in honor of Maria Mazziotti Gillan, award-winning poet and Editor of the Paterson Literary Review.

A bonus of the event was its location in the beautiful and fully restored home of Rowan University President Dr. Donald Farish, an exquisite turn of the century home about five miles from Rowan’s main campus. Canapes and Wine were also provided, which I always feel elevates the Poetry from Coffee Shop Hip to Sophisticated Chic.

As a prevous contributor to PLR, I was one of several local poets invited to preface Ms. Gillan by reading the poem from the Review. In my case this was “English Grandmothers,” a poem I had earmarked for PLR after hearing Maria read several years ago from her book Italian Women in Black Dresses, which contains several pieces about her grandmothers.

Maria is an amazing woman and a terrific reader, brimming with an energy that belies her years. Several of the poems she chose, from her new collection All That Lies Between Us, had members of the audience (including myself) choking back tears.

After the reading I had a very pleasant chat with Maria, in which she remembered me from our first meeting and professed herself proud to have selected my poem for PLR. It was also good to mingle with Asphodel Editor Toni Libro, tireless South Jersey poet Therese Halscheid and former Barefoot Muse contributor Martin Itzkovitz.

And then it rained. And then it rained some more. And then it snowed a bit. But you probably know all that.

April 13, 2007

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like…National Poetry Month

Filed under: In Corpore Sano, Poetry — Anna M Evans @ 11:34 am

I decided I wouldn’t even attempt to write a poem a day this month, given my health issues. Oh, I’m fine, by the way, and today I’m even back in my regular (read: tight) jeans. Thanks to everyone for the usual messages and tokens of support: DF, the cold cuts were fantastic; Twinings, a girl will never run out of fruit while you’re around; RB, you are an angel for coming by and cooking the kids dinner; and of course my husband, without you nothing would be possible.

Back to National Poetry Month (and now you know I’m feeling better!) Tonight I will be at my first poetry reading of the month, a Quick & Dirty Poets Extravaganza featuring the big Irishman himself, Dan Maguire. If you are in the Mt. Holly area do come along to the Daily Grind at 7 pm. I’ll be reading a couple of newish poems, and I may even bring the color photo of my cystic ovary. How can you miss that?

On Sunday I will be attending a very civilized Afternoon Literary Salon celebrating the Paterson Literary Review and featuring Maria Mazziotti Gillan. As a local contributor I have been invited to read the poem they published in Issue #35, “English Grandmothers.” I’m still not meant to drive far so I’m dragging Keba along to chauffeur, which means not just poetry but bonus couple time.

Next week RB and I are heading to Bryn Mawr on Thursday to see the brilliant Yusef Komunyakaa, which I’m really looking forward to, and the following week I’m hoping to get to the Burlington County Poets Reading, featuring Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore.

A few days ago I was bemoaning the state of metrical poetry with Major Jackson and, I’m not quite sure how this happened, but he challenged me to write a blank verse epic. So I did, if you can call five pages an epic. As with all my best work, it’s probably completely unpublishable, but he liked it. And guess what?

Last night I really did dream in Iambic Pentameter.

April 5, 2007

Home, Minus One Ovary

Filed under: In Corpore Sano — Anna M Evans @ 4:04 pm

Today was D-Day for the first half of my necessary surgery, the ovary removal. I should mention that since Sunday I have been bridging my blood thinning regimen by injecting Lovinox twice daily instead of taking Aspirin. Although this wasn’t my dream scenario it actually worked out okay. I got a fairly major bruise the first time I did it, but after that I appeared to get the hang of it.

Anyway today I went into the Ambulatory Surgical Center at 11 am and was released about an hour ago. Everything went smoothly as far as I know. My novel descent into general anesthesia was accompanied by me instructing the OR staff on the correct way to make tea! I have a lovely (not) picture of the cystic ovary. The pains on waking were pretty intense but hey, that’s why they invented Percoset.

Now I am propped up in bed with an ice pack on my belly being nursed by my wonderful daughters while my similarly wonderful husband heads to CVS for my pain med prescriptions.

The relief is palpable, and I have Chocolate Hob Nobs too!

April 1, 2007

Sorry, More Gymnastics…

Filed under: Family Stuff — Anna M Evans @ 11:02 am

Actually I already wrote a poetry blog entry today, over on the Mad Poets’ Blog, where I am a guest contributor.

So, switching hats quickly, it’s Gymnastics Mom time. Actually it’s very proud Gymnastics Mom time. Yesterday evening Becky had her best ever Level 5 Meet:

Bars: 9.0 (5th)
Beam: 9.5 (!) (1st)
Floor: 8.6 (8th)
Vault: 8.1
All Around: 35.2 (4th)

Wow! I don’t think I need to add anything to those numbers, so I won’t.

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