Ms. Singley wrote this article as a letter to the
Dallas Morning News.
I grew up without TV – the stupid box, my mother called
it. Not only didn’t we own one, my sister and I were forbidden
to watch it, anywhere, ever. Consequently, I survived life in the
US for more than half a century suffering from a serious affliction:
I am televisually impaired.
Can’t stand to hear it; can’t bear to watch it; don’t
even want to hear about it. So I have always been a reader and
a writer, eventually becoming a professional who used words, one
way or another, to earn a living. Words are my life.
Call it bizarre, then, that I have been sleeping
with the media for around twenty years. That's because my husband
is a TV news
reporter. For two decades, I’ve watched him race towards
disasters others are fleeing.
Over time, my TV-barren past and our TV-flooded
present have combined to create a life where this thread of madness
registers as “normal.” Where
the spectacularly unusual is business as usual. Where death and
destruction are our bread and butter. Immersed so, madness has
become our shield against madness.
Until Katrina, the apocalypse that has left me word-ragged, unable
to articulate the depths of my rage. Until today when Gracie, our
dog, raced inside with the morning paper.
I bent down to grab it and raised up in bobble-headed fury, triggered
by a two-inch high headline, above the fold, in the Dallas Morning
News:
"GULF COAST REGION AGAIN TAKES IN CASTAWAYS."
Castaways?
Beneath those assault words, a six-by-eight-inch full-color visual:
a brown, round-faced, fearful toddler, clutching her mother who
was watching her husband. The caption identified them as Rebecca,
Crissy, and Rosendo Gonzalez.
Mother, father, and child. Castaways.
I stood motionless at the front door waiting for my stunned brain
to kick back in.
How many people, including editors, would be responsible for that
headline blaring its message above the fold? Who are they? What
combination of age, ethnicity, gender, professional training, job
experience, home training, life experience, worldview could create
such breathtaking, arrogant, bigoted ignorance?
Refugees…evacuees…castaways.
Whatever. A lawyer and author, it occurred to me that maybe I’ve
become too picky and need a new life. Instead, I went to get
the dictionary.
Bad move. “Castaway” in Webster’s
New Collegiate set me atremble anew: 1) thrown away: REJECTED; 2) a. cast
adrift or ashore as a survivor of a shipwreck; b. thrown out or
left without
friends or resources.
The phone rang. I handed it to my husband. Instead of heading
south to Hurricane Rita, he was being rerouted to a fiery conflagration
still underway nearby.
Stumbling past my office, not fully awake,
he was already diving into a hard day as it quickly unfolded.
So I fell in behind him,
waving the newspaper, lambasting the language of subjugation and
domination as evidenced by the morning paper’s unconscionable
headlines, oblivious editors, and headline writers whose mindsets
even now I cannot fathom.
He wasn't having it. He didn’t see the
problem.
He didn’t see the problem? My brain slammed into a different
gear and careened in a new direction, willing the insane to sanity.
It didn't work.
Castaways? A wife with her husband and their child fleeing disaster.
Trash? Garbage? Refuse? Washed up on a shore? Compliments of the
Dallas Morning News.
Then, suddenly, I got it. “Gilligan’s Island!” That
had to be the genesis for this profound insult.
Of course. My husband, like the rest of our
generation – except
for my sister and me – grew up on the TV sit-com "Gilligan's
Island," I reasoned. Seven white folks on “a three-hour
tour, a three-hour tour.” Shipwrecked by a storm that left
them stranded, they wandered a tropical island for three TV seasons.
Castaways. Of course.
Katrina…New Orleans…refugees…evacuees…castaways.
Rita…Houston… Again?!
Decisions made over many years have created newsrooms' institutional
structures that reinforce white supremacy. White supremacy blinds
news staffs, making it possible for this photo and caption staring
up from the page.
Decisions made in the last 24 hours are today’s
harsh evidence of a blindness that still lives, casually tagging
as castaways – refuse – those
who are not white. The shockingly offensive photo and legend are
you indicting yourselves.
Who at any level challenged the picture or
the headline? In a city where people of color are the majority
of the population – what
mainstream media has moronically termed “majority-minority” – exactly
how does this kind of photojournalism evolve?
Who in the chain of decision-making that led
to the photo and headline on the page, acknowledges the chasm
between the lip service
Dallas’ only daily paper gives to ideals of racial justice
and equality and the institutional structures it uses to preserve
white privilege?
Where are the people of color you employ who are not only capable
of, but are also willing to and who in fact do point these things
out to you, routinely and without flinching?
You have an obligation to run stories about racial issues and
occasionally you do. That, however, does not absolve you of doing
the hard and constant work to get and keep your own race house
in order. Rather, it raises your bar higher because you are, after
all, the folks in the big glass house. The stones are stacked on
your stoop.
Already the images are streaming of the elderly
victims fleeing Hurricane Rita and who survived today’s
bus fatality on Highway 67. In tomorrow morning's headlines,
I wonder: Who will they be?
The “stupid box” is not a life
sentence. The key is in the words.
Lawyer and writer Bernestine Singley is editor of the critically
acclaimed, award-winning anthology When Race Becomes Real:
Black and White Writers Confront Their Persoanl Histories,
( Chicago Review Press 2002). Her recently completed memoir, Bloodwork:
My
Life Among White Folks, is forthcoming. Visit her at www.BernestineSingley.com.
© Bernestine Singley 2005
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