October
15, 2009 - Issue 346 |
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The Other
N Word: NAPPY |
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Hair Like
most blacks in America, I was raised in an environment where hair like
mine, kinky hair, was called “bad hair.” Straight hair or kink-less
hair was “good hair.” I grew up receiving messages that directly or indirectly
informed me that kinky hair, broad facial features, and dark skin were
marks of inferiority. It was common to hear disparaging words spoken of
people described as having “dark skin and nappy hair.” The infrequent
black images portrayed on television, usually in the news, were invariably
negative. Even today, subtle and not so subtle messages sent through the
airwaves, in advertising, in movies, and in pop culture in general tell
us whiteness is the preferred mode of being in America and globally. In
June of 2009 the LA
Progressive published an article
from BlackCommentator.com by K. Danielle Edwards (”Get the Colonization Off Your Crown, Michelle“), chiding the
much admired First Lady for the message her straightened hair sends to
young black girls. Not surprisingly, the article rankled some of our readers,
reminding me how much pain and ignorance there is around black women and
their hair. Our
hair — nappy hair — and the way we treat it could be indicative of how
accepted we feel as a people by the larger society. It could, perhaps,
be viewed as an indicator for the acceptance of blackness globally. These
ideas bring to mind a story my mother told me. “I’m
Black and I’m Proud” Back
in the sixties, when my mother was a young woman, afros were popular and
James Brown’s “Say it Loud, I’m Black and I’m Proud” was the mantra of
urban America — we lived in the Bronx. But my mother preferred Diana
Ross and the Supremes; she emulated their look by wearing socially
accepted coifs that almost looked like helmuts but were actually wigs. In
our home, wearing your hair in its natural state wasn’t allowed. When
I asked why, I was told, “It’s just not done”. Weekly, my mother would
straighten my hair with a straightening comb that was heated directly
on the stove. The hotter the comb, the straighter the hair. Occasionally
the comb was left on the fire too long, resulting in burnt hair and sometimes
a burnt scalp. This was an unpleasant and frequently painful experience
but it was drilled into me that it was necessary. When
I was finally old enough to care for my own hair, I decided against straightening
it. This was not an easy decision. I was bucking against hundreds of years
of conditioning – pun intended. But I wanted to rid myself of the
burden that comes with straigthening. Whether using a thermal method
or a chemical one, the cost was more than I was willing to bear.
So I challenged the conventional wisdom and started wearing a “Fro”. Initially,
my mother was unhappy with my decision. She tried to get me to change
my mind but I wouldn’t. At one point, she had her mother — my Granny —
fly coast to coast from Long Beach to New York to discuss my hair, but
to no avail. In time, my mom accepted my decision. Back then we rarely
saw eye to eye on issues of racial and gender identity. Now its
something we hardly discuss. Hair
in Africa It
was her first and only trip to Africa. Her standards for beauty have not
shifted with the times. She continues to define “good hair” as straight
hair. And she still straightens her hair almost every day. When
she went to Kenya, she took along her trusted friend, the straightening
comb though now she has an electric one. Unfortunately for Mom,
the transformer she brought along for the trip didn’t fit into the sockets
in Kenya. So she couldn’t use the comb. More importantly, she couldn’t
straighten her hair!!! I
cannot emphasize enough how big a deal this was to my mother. And to make
matters worse, it was extremely hot and humid — weather conditions that
are the bane of a nappy headed woman’s existence — especially when she’s
ashamed of her naps. My mother told me that she even considered staying
in her room for the entire 10-day excursion because she didn’t want anyone
to see her. Then she thought, “hey, I’m in Africa. My natural hair will
probably be accepted here. I should be able to just fit in.” So, she ventured
out wearing her hair in its natural state. Later that afternoon
after she had taken a brief tour of the city and visited an open market,
she telephoned me. “Sharon”, she said, “you’re not going to believe this.
I have the nappiest hair in Africa!!” Turns
out, every woman she saw,– and she saw hundreds — wore synthetic hair
(wigs, extensions, weaves or fake braids). She talked about one young
girl, who she’d met at the market. The girl was very poor but had
won a scholarship to attend a college in the United States. All of her
expenses were paid, including air fare. The only thing not covered
was the cost of getting to the airport. The girl didn’t have the fare
and was trying to sell a few things so that she’d be able to scrap up
enough money to get to the airport. My mom was touched but couldn’t help
but notice that even though she didn’t have enough money to get to the
airport, she had enough to get her bright red synthetic hair extensions! I
had a good laugh when my mom told me she had the nappiest hair in Africa
but I also felt some sadness. American women, especially those of us who
are black, brown, or Asian, are in a position to redefine and broaden
the boundaries of beauty to be more inclusive of the many variations of
humanity. Black Americans often set trends that go global. Just look at
how hip-hop culture has been embraced around the world. We could
celebrate nappy hair instead of disparage it. Some women are doing
that and it’s a good thing because the impact is global. A
couple of years ago, when I heard that Don Imus had called the Rutgers’
basketball team a bunch of “nappy headed ho’s”, I told my husband there
would be trouble not so much because he called them “ho’s” (although that
was a serious insult that shouldn’t be minimized) but because he used
the N word — nappy. Even today, the word “nappy” can evoke painful
emotions and bad memories for many blacks, something that most non-blacks
are oblivious to. Sure enough, Imus was fired. He has since
been rehired and is, no doubt, more careful with his language. Black Hair at Work, in School When
my daughter graduated from Georgetown Law School and began her legal career
in Washington D.C., she called me to ask for career advice about, of all
things, her hair. Black women who are reading this article will undoubtedly
understand. My daughter went to a prestigious college and a prestigious
law school. She graduated with honors from both. She was the
publisher and founder of her college magazine. She went on to become editor
and then editor-in-chief of the Georgetown Journal on Gender and the
Law. Her list of accomplishments at the tender age of 25 were
long enough to fill a couple of pages yet she knew that, with many in
the power structure, her hair made more of a statement about her than
her educational pedigree or hefty resume. Knowing she was in a position
that could take her places, she didn’t want to risk the damage that could
be caused by a hair misstep. We weighed her options. She
could either spend $300-$500 and dozens of hours per month to keep her
hair straightened similar to Michelle Obama’s or she could spend considerably
less money and a fraction of the time and wear dread locks. As a
young attorney, time was something she was always short of so the dread
locks option was the most attractive but we had to consider how that decision
might affect her career. While
it can be argued that all people must make decisions about what is an
“appropriate” look for the office, no group is as challenged as black
women when it comes to finding a way to care for and present your hair
that is both accepted by the dominant group yet isn’t overly burdensome
on your time and pocket. This challenge is rarely understood by non-blacks. When
my step-daughter, Nea, was in middle school, she quickly was tagged with
the name “Afro-dite”. She attended a school where she was a racial
minority. The kids went crazy when they saw her hair, free from
her everyday ponytail, for the first time. My husband, who is white,
didn’t understand why that experience led Nea to hide her afro for several
years. The need to “fit in” and look appropriate extends to every
area of life, not just in the office. Nea was barraged with people trying
to touch her hair. She couldn’t handle that at age 12. (Though once she
got to high school, poof!, back came the ‘Fro — perhaps because she got
more self-confidence or cared a bit less what people thought, or perhaps
because her now more mature classmates began to accept her as she is.) Googling
Black Hair To
prepare for this writing, I did a Google search using the key words:
“black women and their hair.” This resulted in over 42 million returns.
I did the same search but replaced the word “black” with the word “white”
this resulted in 5 million fewer returns. When I did this same search
two more times but used the words “Latina” and then “Asian” I got 41 million
fewer returns than I had gotten using the word “black” where many of the
articles addressed the hair issues black women face. Today,
nappy is an N word that continues to conjure up negative images but we
can change that. I stopped straightening my hair years ago but every
once in a while I’ll change my look. When I do, I get immediate
feedback especially at my place of employment. White male senior
managers, in particular, who are from a different generation feel the
need to tell me how attractive my hair looks — but only when it’s straightened
does this happen. Michelle
Obama has been criticized by some for always straightening her hair.
She has, however, allowed the Obama girls to wear their natural hair most
of the time — except on special occasions which also sends a powerful
message and not necessarily a good one. But I think Mrs. Obama knows
exactly what she is doing and I trust that we will, in time, see her set
trends that will make life easier for a lot of black women. I
know too many black women who dedicate an entire day of the week to the
care of their hair. I’m not quite sure how to close this article
but I have a feeling it won’t end here. Let’s see how many comments
this one gets. I’m sure there will be many because as the Google
search demonstrated, black women’s hair is a hot topic. Take a look at
this video and then please drop me a comment. And, by the way, this
issue doesn’t only impact women. Remember the photo of a little
boy who when meeting President Obama only wanted to know if the president’s
hair felt like his (the little boy). I think that image was better
than a thousand words. Lets keep this discussion going and click
here
to check out the a little video humor from Chris Rock |
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