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 European Americans have a funny way of confronting 
              this nation’s history of violence. Shock is followed by awe: 
              “Oh, but that was a long, long time ago. You can’t believe 
              we have not progressed since.” Or “you really believe there’s 
              racism? NOW?” I become the subject. My beliefs are on 
              trial now. I have witnessed another curious phenomenon among 
              some of the liberal or self-proclaimed progressives. If I mention 
              the benefits they receive from white privilege, they will pause 
              briefly and inhale, only to exhale facts and dates and even precise 
              times of events such as the 1890 Massacre at Wounded Knee, the 1898 
              Massacre of black residents in Wilmington, North Carolina Massacre, 
              and Japanese Concentration camps. The Trans-Atlantic slave 
              trade… Oh, no. Slave traders used cargo boats, actually, 
              in the year… They obscure the recalling of suffering and outrage 
              with an encyclopedic list of facts and dates to drive away the memory 
              of complicity. But look at the eyes. Eyes are far away. 
              Their hearts are even further away. They become as hyper-articulate 
              as Condoleezza Rice—or is it Rice who has learned from them to be 
              hyper-articulate about the insanely inarticulate? I recall 
              the unbelievable humidity in the bow of ships where captured Africans 
              were stacked, some on top of others, and chained hand and feet, 
              and they speak about dates, specific ships or cargo boats and routes… The route to the Caribbean, it was actually the 
              Caribbean… in the year…  I can imagine Senegalese mothers waiting and waiting 
              for the return of sons and husband only to discover the white man 
              had kidnapped them. I can imagine Benin women pulled from the 
              hands of their children. And all the screaming, all the crying 
              out for help, and all the crying out for God’s help because look—these 
              were fellow humans ordering them to a life of death. Meals 
              left uncooked and uneaten in the home of an Ibo family. Fields 
              left unattended in the middle of harvest in Ghana. Children 
              left without parents in what is now Togoland. And they are 
              now talking about innocence (something that happened long ago and 
              are we not different from those people?) and violence (drugs, drive-by 
              shootings, and broken families in the black community).  
 Let’s take broken families…  More precisely, let us talk about the irresponsibility 
              of fathers in the history of this nation and the injustices suffered 
              by children whose mothers happened to be black women, that is, the 
              down right criminality of white slaveholders against the infants 
              and small children they fathered and then sold to other slaveholders 
              for profit or punishment—sold these children on the auction block 
              after they were torn away from the black arms of screaming, crying 
              mothers. Oh, this is not a good image to imagine, let alone contemplate. 
              The facts and dates, the precise beginning and end of events elude 
              them, and they begin to stumble on their own attempt to respond 
              in the usual self-assured manner, with words rolling down the mountain 
              at you a mile a minute. Breathing stops. Thinking. Processing… 
              Only a deafening silence.  So I will continue before they recover and come to 
              again. Speak in this silence.  
 Let me back up a little. Consider the Moynihan 
              Report of 1965 which painted the picture of the African American 
              family as one where the father is absent from the home because he 
              is “burdened” by domineering women and children (born of immaculate 
              conceptions). The “traditional” family, the Report explains, is 
              one in which each generation of young men “learn the appropriate 
              nurturing behavior and superimpose upon their biologically given 
              maleness this learned parental role.” If men “flounder badly 
              in these periods” then the family becomes mother and child and the 
              “special conditions under which man has held his social traditions 
              in trust are violated and distorted.” Thus, the resulting matriarchal 
              black family “is to out of line with the rest of the American society, 
              [and] seriously retards the progress of the group [black community] 
              as a whole.” Alas, the black woman burdens her man, causing him 
              to relinquish his “nurturing behavior,” and the black man, without 
              responsibilities to his family, becomes the poster child for criminal 
              behavior in this country. Contrary to Moynihan’s image of the “traditional” 
              with its traditional generation of young men who learn “appropriate 
              nurturing behavior,” has anyone considered the egregious history 
              of white patriarchal behavior that spoke not of familial bonds, 
              but spoke of black people as being subhuman—even if this category 
              included his own flesh and blood? Does anyone recall this crime 
              against humanity?  Our black children still suffer the indignities of 
              irresponsible and reprehensible white leadership. We must see 
              those auction blocks of children, along with those children now, 
              who live without adequate health care, who are educated under No 
              Child Left Behind to populate the prison industrial complex rather 
              than contribute their talents and spirit to the population. And 
              yes, the history of those children, sold by their white fathers 
              in the midst of callus indifference, must be seen in conjunction 
              with the sociological data about the “inappropriate nurturing behavior” 
              of black men. Let us look at historical crimes committed against 
              the family by fathers—starting with the Founding Fathers.  
 This is daring, I know. They will cry out—long 
              time ago—when they awake and glare at you. It is not me! It 
              is not me! But, let’s not forget that it is the liberals and 
              some of my white progressive compatriots who have controlled the 
              discourse, particularly those academic discourses that determine 
              what images and words will be used and not used to describe a past 
              they, too, would rather forget. They dominate women’s studies, African 
              American or Black studies, and sociology departments. Those 
              who manipulate race discourse commit a kind of narrative sacrifice 
              in which the goal is to control the historical reality of white 
              violence in order to avoid an honest confrontation with white violence. Fears 
              are minimized and self-interests are promoted with this practice 
              of narrative sacrifice. In turn, fear and self-interest determine 
              what perspectives are appropriate for graduate study and what perspectives 
              will receive validation with a diploma. Fear and self interest 
              determine what perspectives are carried into the classroom to stand 
              before pre-dominantly white children, their children, future generations 
              who do not need to be reminded of the past or urged to make connections 
              with the patriarchal hegemony’s rhetoric of innocence and violence.  I wonder what is said in the presence of wives, husbands, 
              friends, and parents after you interrupt—so rudely interrupt the 
              good feeling of being a liberal or progressive? Is it possible for 
              them to say anything even then, in private?  Oh, what a funny thing happens when our memory of 
              violence does not coalesce with the onslaught of manipulative facts 
              and dates.  Dr. Jean Daniels writes a column for The City
                Capital Hues in Madison Wisconsin and is a Lecturer at  Madison
                Area Techical College, MATC.. Click
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