{"id":35059,"date":"2015-12-11T21:06:39","date_gmt":"2015-12-11T21:06:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.augsburg.edu\/river\/?p=35059"},"modified":"2022-01-26T18:13:53","modified_gmt":"2022-01-26T18:13:53","slug":"black-and-white","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.augsburg.edu\/river\/2015\/12\/11\/black-and-white\/","title":{"rendered":"Black and White"},"content":{"rendered":"

Our journey\u00a0has been defined by the serpentine path of the Mississippi as it carves its way through the middle of the country. As a feature of our geography, it has facilitated a particular path through the world. \u00a0In our canoes, we stick to the main channel, and the charts or the river tell us how to navigate and avoid the rocks and submerged stumps. \u00a0But our trip has also been through a human landscape–the chain of communities, towns, and social networks through which we have moved as we head toward the sea. \u00a0It is a rich and varied set of communities, and I noted earlier some aspects of “river culture”–the sense of generosity, a certain wildness, and shared connection to the rhythms and flows of the river. \u00a0But as our trip winds down, one of the most salient aspects of this human geography\u00a0has been its racial\u00a0segregation. \u00a0In\u00a0exploring “democracy in America” today, we were repeatedly struck by the fact that we do not live in a post-racial society. \u00a0This shouldn’t come as a surprise, but nonetheless, spending 100 days slowly meandering the breadth of the lower forty-eight has certainly affirmed the ongoing importance of race (and class and gender) as socially significant categories.\u00a0This manifested in various ways throughout our trip.<\/p>\n

To begin with our\u00a0group (in 2015) itself was comprised of\u00a0people descended from immigrants from England and Germany, Scandinavia, Italy, and the like. I had originally hoped to have a group of students who would reflect the diversity of Augsburg and the Twin Cities, and there was interest from a wide range of students on campus. \u00a0But in the end, for a trip of this nature (long, expensive, camping), those that ended up being able to go were white. \u00a0We come from families that had taken us\u00a0camping, or at least traveled; our families\u00a0have the financial means; we have the support networks needed to be on the road for four months; and we\u00a0saw this as an exciting and fun way to get a college education. \u00a0For any of the students of color who were at least slightly interested, one or the other of these conditions were not met. (Note: in 2018, thanks to a variety of factors, there were almost 50% students of color on the trip.\u00a0 See blog post on 2018 expedition.)<\/p>\n

This may have been slightly disappointing, a missed opportunity. \u00a0Diversity in the classroom and on campus enriches everyone’s experiences so much, and I really wanted to create an opportunity that would be accessible to anyone interested in going. \u00a0But there was a more troubling aspect of the trip–with rare exception our group moved through a white world, meaning that almost all our substantive interactions have been with people of European descent. \u00a0As water seeks the path of least resistance as it moves towards the sea, our path of least resistance through the human landscape\u00a0has been through those networks of people with whom we shared most ties and affinity. \u00a0In setting up the trip, trying to contact people to meet with, and partner organizations, my list of connections was predominantly white (and male, but that’s another story). \u00a0Not that I sought any of this, but that was who ended up on my list. \u00a0Any time I asked someone who we should meet with, or looked online for a local expert, I found whites. \u00a0In the boats on the river (whether through-paddlers, towboat crews, or pleasure boaters) it was whites; in the houses and towns along the river it was whites. \u00a0Here and there we saw some people of color: \u00a0Latino farm workers or an occasional African-American on the shore fishing. \u00a0When I tried to set up meetings or visits in communities of color–in Ferguson or at the Prairie Island Reservation–I couldn’t find anyone to contact, or the people I tried to contact didn’t reply. \u00a0The lead I had for\u00a0visiting Ferguson was a white photojournalist who had shot the photos during the protests and riots there. \u00a0In the Lower Ninth Ward, our bike tour guide did live in the neighborhood, but he was white and a recent transplant to the area.<\/p>\n

We live in a society and country in which\u00a0there are\u00a0parallel worlds separated by invisible walls; we paddle a white river, and somewhere on the other side of an invisible partition are different rivers. \u00a0There are\u00a0people of all ethnicities and countries of origin along the river, and that diversity is increasing, but it is as if they move in different universes. \u00a0In many cases, as Michelle Alexander has pointed out so powerfully in her The New Jim Crow<\/em>, the walls (and bars) are very real. \u00a0But part of the “new Jim Crow” is spacial as well. In other cases the separation is\u00a0created by the lack of social interconnections between the different races and ethnicities that could be described, in contrast with institutional racism, as “spacial racism.” \u00a0As the “war on drugs” becomes a “race-neutral” way to imprison thousands of young black men, the higher levels of mobility on the part of the wealthy, becomes a “race neutral” was to maintain a highly segregated society. \u00a0There was been plenty said about this in terms of housing patterns and school segregation, but it is always another thing to experience it so powerfully first hand, as we traversed the country from near the Canadian border, all the way to the sea. \u00a0Regardless of intentionality, our lived spaces and social networks remain racially segregated (with some exceptions that I’ll discuss further below). \u00a0This was the second feature of our experience of race on the trip. \u00a0The third was a shift in the kinds of racial attitudes we encountered as we traveled south.<\/p>\n

At various points along the way, we encountered examples of whites who either had chosen to separate themselves from the diversity of the city, or expressed some openly prejudicial views. \u00a0The further south we got, the more extreme those views became. \u00a0There was, for instance, the mother who moved from New Orleans to small-town Minnesota, enamored of the Laura Ingalls Wilder stories and\u00a0the pioneer mythos, and troubled by the violence and unrest she experienced in the south; she did not want to raise her children in New Orleans, and sought a context in which the mythic life of Ma and Pa Ingalls prevailed–even if it was mostly a myth. \u00a0The constant moving of the Ingalls family itself could be read as, in part, a very early example of white flight (whenever things got too crowded, Pa would want to move further out into the wilderness). \u00a0Here there was no overt expression of racial bias or prejudice, but the all-too-familiar act of spacial segregation. \u00a0Mobility has always been a powerful vehicle for racial and class-based segregation. \u00a0Those with the means have been able to leave; those without are stuck. \u00a0Our mobility along the river was a manifestation of our white privilege as well. \u00a0All along the river we noticed the spacial segregation in terms of socio-economic status. \u00a0On the high ground were always the nicest houses (often palatial mansions), and the closer you got to the mud and flooding of the river, the more marginal the housing. \u00a0This was true from the Twin Cities all the way to New Orleans and out into the disappearing bayou country.<\/p>\n

A little further south, the manifestations\u00a0of prejudice became more overt. \u00a0One evening, I hung out at a bar at a hotel in Alton, Illinois. \u00a0Bars are often a good place to get a feel for a place, with alcohol often thinning the veneer\u00a0of social proprieties. \u00a0There was a group of about a dozen\u00a0white guys in their 60s,\u00a0laughing raucously and talking in loud voices about golf, strip clubs, homes in Flagstaff, fast cars, and referring to anyone who stingy as a “Jew” (and singing “Hava Negila” to emphasize the point.) \u00a0They were having the time of their lives, really yucking it up. \u00a0I was struck by the contrast between that groups’ realities and that of the African-American cook at the “custom-made omelettes” station at the hotel I saw the next morning. He\u00a0seemed to bear the weight of endless hours of labor on his shoulders; labor that would not lead to fast cars, or houses in Flagstaff, or to raucous reunions with high school buddies. \u00a0These men moved in different worlds, worlds shaped by structures of opportunity and constraint that would lead their lives in very different directions. \u00a0The rules stacked in favor of those who “won the war,” so to speak; to the victor go the spoils–for them the hard work pays off; for those in that parallel, black, universe, the hard work much less often\u00a0does. \u00a0Because unfortunately, to a large degree, the distribution of economic resources in a community\u00a0is a zero-sum game. \u00a0The money accumulated by the few can only come from the many. (Yes, the economy can grow and the pie can become larger, but far more important is how that pie is divided up, and that division is still largely structured along racial lines.) \u00a0Robert Putnam’s, Our Kids<\/em>, focuses on the growing gap between rich and poor and the importance of education in decreasing that gap in opportunities. \u00a0But the correlation between race and SES is still so strong it seems almost quaint to pretend otherwise (although I can understand the political utility of his approach, making it palatable to a much wider swath of the polis<\/em>).<\/p>\n

In St. Louis, Memphis, and New Orleans, the\u00a0major metropolitan areas, the picture changed abruptly. \u00a0No longer in the land of Laura Ingalls Wilder, the city was richly diverse. \u00a0Here, paralleling the confluence of the Mississippi and Missouri Rivers, the two worlds met. \u00a0Here we finally talked with people of color, but in almost all cases these were with staff, low-paid employees at places like the City Museum, taxi drivers, wait staff, or the musicians in the Big Easy. \u00a0In urban America–Chicago, St. Louis, New Orleans, New York–black and white\u00a0mix, peacefully coexist, but also\u00a0clash, as seen in the confrontation and riots following the shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson and the depressingly common examples of this kind of violence. \u00a0When we arrived in St. Louis and Memphis, I was struck by how many of the whites there\u00a0expressed fear and concern about not going to certain parts of town. \u00a0Some of this is warranted, I suppose, and a certain level of prudence and common sense is always warranted. \u00a0But we didn’t have any problems, and it seemed that this palpable\u00a0fear was a big part of what has helped maintain these walls of separation. \u00a0So much of American politics is driven by fear that, to my mind, just is not supported by the facts (see, for example, Corey Robin, Fear: the History of a Political Idea<\/em>, or Frank Furedi’s The Politics of Fear<\/em>). \u00a0Where the fear seems much more warranted is within the African-American communities, which have experienced domestic terrorism for decades, and for whom encounters with the police are fraught with very real risks. \u00a0Ta-Nehisi Coates recent Between the World and Me<\/em> is a poetic and powerful account of that reality.<\/p>\n

In the fairly posh neighborhood where I stayed in St. Louis, the owner of the B&B (who was, perhaps needless to say, white), made a point of talking about how he had successfully taken on crime in his neighborhood through a series of neighborhood policing measures and by seeking maximum sentences for any convictions. \u00a0Neighborhood residents would show up at trial to testify or just be a presence in the courtroom to provide greater pressure to apply harsher sentences. \u00a0This was referred to as a “Neighborhood ownership model” that consists of citizen patrols (eyes on the street), victim advocacy, a local police office, and stiffer penalties. \u00a0It reduced crime in the neighborhood, but it also helped reinforce the segregation of the city, and rather than\u00a0get at the root causes of the crime, to my mind, would only help maintain the sense of alienation and economic desperation that feeds the decision to pursue a life of crime. \u00a0The owners of the B&B had worked very hard to fix up that old house, which was now packed full of old silver and china (one guessed that a good bit of it\u00a0inherited), and they were now working on a second home in Arizona as well. \u00a0Crime was hurting business and driving down property values, and so the lines had to be drawn. \u00a0It was hard to blame him for his efforts, but the end result was again a society in which the whites got richer, and the blacks ended up in jail. \u00a0What would it take to be in a society in which, when I wanted to find a place to stay in St. Louis, I would look up the B&B’s and find one owned by an African-American who was fighting to keep his neighborhood safe from the white criminals? \u00a0Or better yet, of course, a society in which the opportunities were there for everyone, and thus the incentives to take to a “life of crime” were that much lower.<\/p>\n

In St. Louis it felt like we had begun to enter “the South.” The language and demeanor, and demographics, began to shift as we entered territory in which slavery had once been the foundation of the economy. \u00a0By the time we reached Mississippi and heart of cotton country, this was very much the case. \u00a0In the hotel in Greenville, Mississippi (not long after a terrorist attack in Paris), four white hunters in camo gear were talking in the lobby about the influx of Muslims into the U.S., and how they were quite certain Obama was getting ready to impose martial law. \u00a0In loud voices they seemed convinced that the nation’s first black President\u00a0had clearly malevolent intentions and was working in cahoots with Muslim terrorists.<\/p>\n

At the southernmost point of our journey, in Chauvin, Louisiana at a local bar, we encountered the usual warmth and hospitality we have in Bayou country, but also ran into a very drunk man, a self-proclaimed fighter, who bragged about being able to kill black people (referred to as “n—-s”) and that he would “probably get away with it.” \u00a0Being from Chauvin, I guess he could rightly be called a chauvinist. He was unbalanced and full of a kind of pent up energy that I guessed\u00a0came from some deep pain or injury at some point along the line. \u00a0On some level I think he too was driven by fear. \u00a0There is certainly a lot of loss, even desperation, in that marginalized edge of the world. \u00a0There at the end of the line, as deep into the south as one could get, there sat racism and bigotry in its rawest form, and one could easily see a situation in which, if a black man had come into town he might have, like so many thousands before, ended up dead. \u00a0There is, of course, a great diversity of views, of tolerance, and open-mindedness in people we met in Mississippi and Louisiana, and plenty of racism throughout America. \u00a0But it was interesting that on our trip at least, the further south we got, the more openly people expressed racist views.<\/p>\n

New Orleans is now considering taking down four statues to Confederate war heroes, including the towering monument to Robert E. Lee that sat just outside our\u00a0hotel room on “Lee Circle.” \u00a0It is a heated debate in the city now, with a petition against that move having recently garnered 31,000 signatures. \u00a0When students from two Louisiana HBCU’s were in town last week (for the Bayou Bowl) they staged a rally in Jackson Square calling for the removal of the statues. \u00a0As with the controversy over the Confederate flag, feelings run strong on both sides. \u00a0But it is time to put those symbols of slavery and oppression into a museum (so we not forget), and not have them stand in public as expressions of our shared values.<\/p>\n

All this has made me appreciate all the more the need to actively work to bridge these divides and gaps, find ways to make it easier to interact with people from different backgrounds, experiences, and points of view. \u00a0For future trips it will be a priority to work harder to reach out and make those connections. \u00a0We need people whose work and skills help us cross those divides–what we are calling now “intercultural competence.” \u00a0I so appreciated those people who played that role for us on the trip. When we did manage to break through these walls that tend to separate black and brown from white, we had some of our richest and most rewarding meetings. \u00a0Schools, like Augsburg\u00a0University, that have succeeded in diversifying their student body are crucial to this process, and we need to continue to work on desegregation of schools, workplaces, and other public institutions. \u00a0And my hat is off to faculty who have made it a priority to reach across color lines and build bridges between North and South. As but one\u00a0example, my good friend and colleague Jeff Kolnick, who teaches history at Southwest State U. (in Marshall, MN) has down amazing work with the Fannie Lou Hamer Institute in Jackson, MS.<\/p>\n

Our first\u00a0bridge-builder we met was in Winona, MN, at the Dakota gathering there. \u00a0Lyle Rustad, a Vietnam Vet, runs the Diversity Foundation, whose mission is “Bridging the Cultural Gap.” \u00a0He went out of his way to bring a\u00a0Dakota elder Emmett Eastman to our campsite to share his story with us. \u00a0It was a raw and unsettling story of historic and personal trauma, resilience, and ongoing struggle. \u00a0Visiting the Dakota gathering there and sharing a meal with our Dakota brothers and sisters felt like a little taste of the way things should always be.<\/p>\n

With Augsburg’s President Paul Pribbenow, we did take our\u00a0trip to Ferguson, MO, and visited the\u00a0site where\u00a0Michael Brown was shot and killed. But without any local contacts we felt\u00a0very uncomfortable and out of place as the only white people there.<\/p>\n

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We were the outsiders, those with the means and privilege to be able to visit, and many of our students expressed discomfort with walking through that place. \u00a0But this made it real. \u00a0We were able to chat a little with some of the local residents at the burger\u00a0place we went for lunch, and drove to the other side of town where the police station is as well.<\/p>\n

In Clarksdale, Mississippi John Ruskey and the crew at the Quapaw Canoe Company have done great work as well in bringing together black and white in Mississippi and taking them out on the river (including us!).<\/p>\n

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In New Orleans, Nick of “The Confederacy of Cruisers,” took us on a bike tour of the Lower Ninth Ward, where we encountered a community of great resilience; a solid working class neighborhood with 70% owner-occupied homes prior to Katrina, the Lower Ninth is slowly but resolutely rebuilding. \u00a0We had a great meeting and conversation there with Mr. Lewis of the House of Dance and Feathers, a museum to the culture of the Mardi Gras Indians and Skulls and Bones Krewes.<\/p>\n

On our 100th day of the expedition, thanks to the persistence of our own Hannah Arvold, and the help of Tracy Fredin of the Center for Global Environmental Education, we met with 4th and 6th graders at International School of Louisiana. \u00a0It was a beautifully diverse group of kids, at a school with a leaky roof, where our students talked about our trip and shared some of what they’ve learned (from Gulf hypoxia, to hydrophone recordings, to what we ate at camp.) \u00a0After talking with the teachers there, Hannah decided to\u00a0use the money she had raised to go towards\u00a0some badly-needed lab equipment for the environmental science classes. \u00a0The students there have been working with the Rivers Institute, getting out onto the water and into local swamps and marshes; perhaps one day some of those students will be able to travel down the river as well and experience some of the beauty and magic that we have on our trip. All-in-all a fitting way to close out our stay in New Orleans, sharing some of what we’ve learned and what we’ve grown to love about the river with some younger students.<\/p>\n

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The\u00a0arc of history may bend toward justice, but it curves slowly. \u00a0We have\u00a0a long row to hoe, and we had a long way to the travel the length of the Mississippi River.\u00a0 But with each swing of the hoe we make a little progress, and each time we dip our paddle into the river, lean back and pull the water back, we move a little closer to the sea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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