Barack Obama is called a lot of things. Being a candidate for President of the United States means a lot of people apply a lot of different labels, good or bad or indifferent, to categorize you and anticipate your every move.
I find it interesting people use the labels “African American” or “Black” to describe him instead of “Biracial”, “Multiracial”, or “Interracial”. The frustration I dealt with for most of my life was neither being Black or White enough to be accepted as belonging. Is it a case of, “If you have even a drop of a Black blood-line, then you are Black not White?” These musing about Obama did start after a Black homeless guy downtown looked at me and stated that I didn’t understand his point because I am not Black. See, I wasn’t kidding in that not Black enough post. By the two generation ratio of blood-lines, I am just as Black as Obama.
What makes Barack African American and me not African American?
- We both have fathers of African descent.
- We both have mothers of European descent.
- I at least had the influence of my father and his aunts and his cousins and my cousins to show me African culture. Barack had two White grandparents.
- Barack’s close friends in high school and college were of African descent. My close friends during those periods were all of European descent.
- Barack worked with and for people of African descent at the community level. I’m ecstatic just to have > 10% people of African descent in the cube area. It is new for me. I like it.
This is more important to me than the politics.
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What good questions. I have been wondering about Obama’s label myself. Is it an attempt to exaggerate? Do the labelers think it makes our society sound twice as good to have a “black” nominee than a “half-black” nominee?
But then where do you draw the line between the biracial label and the label of one race? A lot of “African-Americans” have some Caucasian ancestors, and lot of “Caucasians” have African or Native American ancestors; we often don’t know about it or don’t talk about it. My family can’t trace our Native American ancestors because they often had “white” names.
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Pingback from Labels | Rants, Raves, and Rhetoric v4 on August 31, 2008 at 10:58 am
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There actually literally used to be laws (absurd ones, of course) in this country that determined what black meant. They were put into place on a state-by-state basis, so one could actually change from being “white” to “black” by crossing a state line. You barely had to have any African ancestry to be black, too. It was often just 1/8 or, in even more absurd cases, 1/16. It’s unbelievably sad, but it makes a lot of sense, with the whole situation in mind, why so many people attempted to ‘pass’.
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I was at a local forum on racial and cultural diversity last year, and one of the panelists was a first-generation immigrant from Egypt. After the forum, I was waiting to talk with her about a point she’d made that I had thoughts of my own on. A local black prof had gotten there ahead of me. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but it was a public conversation, so I was fascinated to hear him try to convince her she should identify as African-American.
On a very narrow point, he was obviously right: She was an American whose ancestry was African. Her cultural experience, however, which she’d talked about during the forum, was not the cultural experience I identify as African-American. She was non-committal to his arguments, and I really wished I knew her well enough to ask her directly what she’d thought–though what I wanted to talk about with her was on point, if obliquely.

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