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Saturday, February 5th, 2011 03:22 pm
So I got this weird phone call today.  A sweet young person from the University asked me if I would participate in a special day where alumnae of color come to advise students of color on how to achieve the kind of career success the alumnae have achieved.

I  listened to the description of the event, waiting for the punchline that would make the invitation make sense, but finally I realized there wasn't going to be one, and I said, "Wait a minute.  Are you under the impression that I am an alumna of color?"  I should have said "successful alumna of color" as well, but I didn't think of that till later.  She said yes, and I had to disabuse her of that idea and thank her kindly for the invitation but also suggest that she could find someone who fit her criteria -- any of her criteria -- better than I.

I think I know how this happened.  For many years whenever I fill out the ethnicity questionaires, I check "other," and write in "semite."  This is because I don't really fit into the category of "white" very well, given the kinds of experiences I have had and the kind of wordview I have, and I am on a mission to desimplify ethnicity, and I haven't yet come up with a better way to correctly express my skewed relationship to mainstream privilege and all that.  I do not mean to claim that I have the experiences that a person in a caste of color receives in this country.  When I need to make the distinction in that direction, I own up to being white enough for the purpose.  I never expected that anybody but statisticians would be looking at these questionaires, though.

But it tells you something about what "ethnic" means in our society: "ethnic" means "of color."  There are even contexts in which this is a useful meaning.  There are other contexts in which it is not, and I spend more of my time in those contexts than in the other ones, so I simply didn't realize that I was setting a trap for myself and the people I wish to ally myself with.

But I don't think I'll stop, because I don't think it's a really important or dangerous trap.
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Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 06:55 pm
The best stuff first.

They granted my appeal that my brother-in-law worked so hard on. I have medical coverage for the rest of my life, along with a retirement benefit that basically covers a little less than the cost of the premium (in other words, a net benefit of nearly-free health care!)

I have an interview tomorrow -- at the University, for infant/toddler care, a job I have a good chance of getting, at a center which operates under the kind of rules and the kind of philosophy where I will feel comfortable.

My odd little semi-dependent, MC, was contacted out of the blue by Social Security saying that he might be eligible for SSI because his mother counted him as disabled on her own application when he was a child. I'm holding his hand through all this. If he gets it, he could become independent, mainly, of me.

The terrible stuff:
the foreign police lost Frank's visa: he was arrested for not having the lost visa: they're in deportation proceedings now that could ban him from the country for years.

This could blow over as he has done everything in good faith that he was supposed to do and has committed no crimes and is a student in good standing.

However, he's looking into transferring, as he wants to take no chances with his education.

Life is so capricious and delicate. I wish there was something I could do for him.