Monday, February 2, 2015

Racism is a Feeling

Sometime back I attended a monthly dialogue session that focuses on Anti-Racism, Racism & Discrimination.  In our discussion, one of the group members said something that stayed with me: Racism is a feeling.
Here are some rhetorical questions: please don’t give your answers now, but simply listen to some of the questions:
§         What do you think of this statement (“racism is a feeling”)?
§         Do you view it as true and accurate, or false and inaccurate?
§         What are your reasons for believing the statement to be true?
§         What are your reasons for believing the statement to be false?
§         As I said the phrase racism is a feeling, did you notice any shifts in your body?
§         Were there places of tension, compression or release that you felt in your body sensations?
§         A key part in this exercise is to listening discriminatively—this doesn’t mean you listen for a way to gain information to use to discriminate against someone.

Discriminative Listening is listening to someone’s hear/reading between the lines; but you listen for both emotions and words contained in the other’s communication.  In this kind of listening, we can engage our own empathic compassion for self & others, as we listen.  Pay careful attention to feeling words found in a person’s statements, innuendos, & general conversation; this may be combined for one’s content, and insures that we really understand what the person is saying, especially those that are easily misunderstood.

Do you think adapting the phrase “Racism is a feeling” would be a helpful term to use in anti-racism training?  How about “Racism has many feelings? Think of your own, and try it out?

Our goal here is to try to come to a common understanding on the statement, Racism is a feeling. Another way of getting at this is to take a very quick look at Brain Chemistry, since it’s relevant for understanding this phrase.  I hope it’s also relevant in our everyday lives, too.
Human Development
We when are growing as  children in this culture, or someone who is a citizen of another nation, the Neo Cortex (NC) in the frontal lobe of the brain; for many people their NC doesn’t fully develop until around eighteen years of age.  The NC plays the role of language formation, so when language is in the formation phase in youth, the role of the NC is different than when one is older.

In the formative years of human development, a child may not have the capacity for human language, but it has to develop in a process of time.  However, all types of non-verbal communication are occurring.  The child is exposed to many brief, or in some cases longer, non-verbal messages, that are imprinted on one’s psyche or unconscious—facial looks, smiles, mean looks, “be quiet” messages, positive non-verbal & reciprocal positive regard statements, punishing looks, unspoken non-verbal cues with underlying family or hidden messages, expressions of joy, grief, sadness, anger, depression, acting-out behaviors, etc.  

The brain somehow somehow stores these messages, and as the brain continues growing, there are more and more of the unconscious emergences; there is, of course, a parallel-running, language acquisition and comprehension function of the NC.  More unconscious data arises to manifest itself in conscious ways and ordinary experiences.  An individual’s self-reflective and intentional application of new learnings appears to cement certain feelings onto a template of everyday living.

The caveat here is that our emotions may, in fact, need re-booting, customizing, and opportunities that lead to personal expression of feelings and/or thoughts.  What this also points to is the need to blend both cognitive thoughts mixed with messages from the affective realm (a partnering of feeling & thought) for effective communication.

If this process is somehow neglected, skipped, or is somehow incomplete, and doesn’t happen, it’s easy for a human to get lost in past trauma, stuck in anger or resentment, and lose the purpose for which she’s participating in the first place.  Ending consequences may be that some medical authorities will resist using the diagnosis of PTSD; there appears to be a newly emerging notion that PTSD is no dream—it’s real and VA doctors are certainly aware that PTSD harms soldiers & families.  They understand, as do most professionals in the health care field, that you can’t fool human nature, environmental hazards, or medical technology and personnel.

A major field that we need to understand a little about is that of cognitive-behavior theory; a systems view of racism we may consider is this: racism is a constellation of many feelingsEssentially, researchers and practioners in this field theorize that all feelings/emotions naturally flow from cognitions or thoughts in our brains.  There is a causal relationship to our cognitions and emotions.  For example, a person’s Belief System is formed from cognitions; cognitions may include interpreted facts, assumptions, stereotypical thinking, inferences, opinions, biases, etc.

Cognitions trigger our emotional infrastructure and catalyze us to get ready to feel various emotions coming up into our conscious field.  A metaphor would be that emotions are our quality control system.  Their mental basis is rooted in one’s cognitive schema.  Emotions that come up for air are signs for us to take note of so we can take whatever appropriate action needed as a result of our emotional intelligence, and either let it go, sit with it a while, dismiss it, deny it, or merely observe the feeling.

Here’s another suggestion: what if our phrase read Racism is a storage area for multi-colored feelings.  If we use this as our premise we might ask “What colors could we give to the various emotions in the constellation of racism?” 
Copyrighted Christopher Bear-Beam February 3, 2015   


Begging (American Style)


In far flung countries begging is a custom, our developing, American definition, pieces of indigenous lands unless you have no land on which to live.

In the U.S., in the big cities and maybe in rural areas, too,  homeless folks beg for spare change, or barter their work for food, etc.—on street corners, under viaducts, wherever they can find empty space they occupy, squatters on public domains, their weapons are signs of begging, only we are a little embarrassed by the term, and sad faces,

I feel so sad for them, knowing I could just as easily be there myself/entertaining the people in cars, now entertaining could equal begging, American-style.

Immigrant workers stand on curbs or at busy intersections, in clumps, they ain’t no chumps, they be just begging for a job today—survival worries—take it one day at a time—that’s all the energy any of us has, what we have now, not so fine, and furiously fine.

I’ve begged in Berkeley in the Mid-Sixties—easier then, because I was selling the Berkeley Barb, the daily news of dissent.

Now I’m begging for people to buy my poetry, or my leather products—cut off/cut off unemployment benefits due to a label given to me by the State—misconduct—it’s done, not filling a monthly quota is misconduct, rather hostile & abrupt, scheduling problems, targeted by the political system of an entity whose stated aim is to deal ethically, they hide beyond the wall, wrapped in gauze of serving the needs of the Mentally Ill/no surprise.

What about my needs for dignity and equity and justice?  I also have a Mental Health diagnosis, don’t I count?  Can’t learn anything when my boss threatened to kill me in her multiple-personality way, PTSD re triggered, I’m awash in symptoms.  Was this my fate or my Karma?

So, now, no coins jingling in my pockets, or bills in my wallet, unless I sell my poetry, you see, by begging, American-style, luckily as a poet I have my craft, my greatest earthly joy/my products are me.  It’s a trip when you’ve had a job all your life, or most of it—now this prop has split, gone.

Selling my poetic discourse under a tree.
But what’s up with me?  Lots of black crow feathers in my mouth—tastes like one sick bird, lots of bending & stooping and the humble pie is rancid vomit.

Everyone’s got to beg someday, so don’t be too proud to beg, OK?  Good to give away all you got, good to receive as well.


© Christopher Bear-Beam July 25, 2011