On race and racism – Vanilla’s perspective

Perhaps because #OscarsSoWhite;

Perhaps because it is Black History Month;

Perhaps because Beyoncé turned black, and Kendrick Lamar owned the Grammys;

Perhaps because of the relentless stream of hatred spewing from our neighbor below’s Republican presidential candidates directed at anyone who isn’t a middle-class WASP;

My social media has been awash in all kind’s of posts related to racism, and specifically racism against blacks, or as Americans call them, African-Americans.


Perhaps because when Jimmy Kimmel shared this skit, I sent it to my friends, and most of my white friends sheepishly admitted they didn’t have any black friends;

Perhaps because one of my friends once told me that it wasn’t her fault she was unaware of racial issues in Montréal since she didn’t hang out with black people, the way I do – she didn’t belong to a boxing gym;

Perhaps because at the accounting firm I worked at for 5 years, which employed close to 2,000 people, I only ever saw 3 black people;

Perhaps because in my graduate accounting program at a university renown for its ethnic diversity, out of a class of 160 students, 4 were black;

Perhaps because in my first year of mechanical engineering at one of Canada’s best universities, in a class of 125 students, 2 were black;

Many of my white friends have told me that racism isn’t an issue here in Canada (*), or at least, “it isn’t as bad as the States”.


Perhaps because my friends assumed my parents would have a problem when my first serious boyfriend was half black;

Perhaps because my ex-boyfriend grew up living in Alberta, where he and his brothers were the only black kids in high-school. One day after school, on his walk home, my ex was ambushed by the “cool” kids in his grade, who held him down, and sucker-punched him in the nose and broke it, because they didn’t like his “punk-ass black attitude”;

Perhaps because my ex’s mother (white, anglo-saxon Canadian) confided in me her doubts about successfully raising mixed children in a white environment;

Perhaps because I remember the day when my ex and his roomie walked into the appartment, and his roomie, a Canadian Persian, was shaking with pent up outrage, while my ex looked blank. Walking in downtown Montréal, my ex’s roomie had been blatantly smoking a joint, while my ex walked beside him with his bike. My ex wore long dreadlocks; his roomie was clean shaven. The cops pulled up beside them, and searched my ex for pot, even after the roomie, outraged by the obvious racial profiling, yelled at them that he had all the pot on him. The cops ignored the roomie, and told my ex not to have so much attitude.

Perhaps because one time a (black) bouncer was rude to me. My ex started to speak up, and the bouncer looked at him with scorn, “what, you think you black? with your white girl, and your nice jeans? Shut the fuck up.”

One friend told me she didn’t understand why black people had to make everything about race. Sometimes, it could just be a case of bad manners, you know?


Perhaps because of 3 of my ex’s cousins moved to Montréal from Jamaica, in their early teens, and were taken in by their white cousin – a lovely man, who’d grown up in Barbados, and understood the culture shock of moving to Canada. Quebec’s education system forced them into a french high-school with remedial french lessons, and held them back academically due to their difficulties learning the language. Bored, they started acting out, fell in with a bad crowd made up of other disenfranchised non-white (mainly black) teenagers, and got into serious trouble. Their guardian pleaded with the principal and guidance counsellors to allow the boys to join the regular academic stream and the school athletic teams, so that the boys would be exposed to a wider variety of youth, with less behavioural problems and more ambition. The school replied that due to their poor french skills and bad attitude, it would be inappropriate to reward the boys with those privileges.

Perhaps because one of the boys got recruited by a gang in Montréal, and eventually got shot and killed. Perhaps because the cops shrugged and never bothered investigating. “What do you expect? He should have known better.”

Perhaps because at the boy’s funeral, I showed up in a charcoal suit. I was outraged when close to 50 young black kids showed up wearing hoodies printed with the boy’s face. How dare they show such lack of respect in their attire? I sat next to one of those kids, who cried so hard his body was shaking. He didn’t own a hankerchief, so he’d brought a facecloth, which he soaked through and through. When I tentatively gave him a hug, and patted his back soothingly, he hung on for dear life. I wondered how many of these kids would make it to 18.

Perhaps because a few month’s later, the eldest boy got arrested and sent to juvie, for shoplifting $10 worth of cheese from the local grocery store. The youngest boy started running away from home. Perhaps because I never found out what happened to them.

My friends tell me White Privilege is “not a thing” here in Québec.


I don’t have any answers. I don’t understand why racism is so easy, and why specifically racism against blacks is such a polarizing issue, even here in Canada. I do however know that to deny the problem because it is subtle; to relativise it into meaninglessness; to blame the victims for being oversensitive is not the solution. To listen, even when the arguments are awkwardly phrased; to acknowledge the hurt and rage coming from the people with the courage to speak up; to keep an open mind as to the causes and the solutions; to be kind – THAT is part of the solution.

I leave you with this article: The Cost

#BlackLivesMatter

 

(*) One of my readers pointed out that Blacks make up only 2% of Canada’s population, and the stats I gave about my workplace and schooling are consistent with that %. True. However, in Montréal, Blacks make up 9.1% of the city’s population. In which case… my point that blacks are significantly under-represented in Professional settings/university degrees still stands. (stats taken fron the 2011 Canadian census).

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10 comments

  1. I do agree that racism is an ugly thing and I really respect the message you are trying to get across. I think though that when we talk about racism in Quebec we cannot include Canada in that. Qubec is not really a part of Canada and the racism exhibited in this province is infamous and disgusting. The concept of “pure wool” has been a part of Quebec culture for decades.
    The other question I have is: are the number of black people who are enrolled in education programs a reflection of population proportion? What percentage of the population are black and what percentage are enrolled in educational programs. This is why I always found Russell Peters more stupid than funny. He criticized the CBC for not having enough brown faces on air (which in itself is ludicrous) without taking into account population proportions.

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    1. Well, a few things.

      A) nose breaking occurred in Alberta
      B) studies have shown that on a per capita basis, Quebec’s level of hate crimes is not significantly higher than the rest of Canada
      3) it is reasonable that Quebec would struggle the most with multiculturalism since it is the province with the highest levels of immigration on an absolute value basis and %ly. Compare Mtl’s levels of hate crime with Toronto…

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      1. I thought about the nose breaking being in Alberta after I wrote my comment. D’oh. The hate crimes may be less but the overall racism is far higher and more entrenched. The language laws are a poinient example of that. It is blatant hatred disguised as an attempt to preserve a culture. This is a trope used by hate groups throughout history. This would never be allowed to happen in any other part of Canada because people would recognize it as hate and stomp it. Yet Quebec lived quite happily with this. This attitude is also reflected on ethnic groups in the province. And here in Alberta we are so much more progressive than the East. Edmonton last mayor was Jewish. Calgary’s Mayor is a Muslim. And out premiere is a NDP woman. So you can understand why we in the West are frustrated with the lack of cultural progress in Quebec. They need to join this century.

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      2. I feel like I can see both sides of the argument. Without the laws, the language and inevitably the culture would have disappeared. Unequivocally, that would be a tragedy.

        So, I dunno how practically to protect a culture?

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      3. Haha, yes you were. 🙂 And not particularly aware of the irony of using media-perpetrated stereotypes to support your response to a post that is about listening, and gaining an understanding of different group’s realities and perceptions.

        I could easily shoot back how Alberta is portrayed here in Québec. Just as unflattering as your perception of this glorious province. Especially the portrayal of Alberta as a bastion of open mindedness and multiculturalism. LOL.

        But that isn’t the point. The point is that trying to distance oneself from the problem, saying “that problem exists over THERE, not here” is absolving oneself of the responsibility of being part of the solution and progress.

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      4. What can I say? You put that so eloquently I have no argument or rebuttle. I’m going to chalk this one up to the result of spending every day and evening at the hospital for 4 weeks and thus I’m getting a little rangy. I need to check my attitude.Despite how I came across earlier I did like this post and you are absolutely one of my favourite bloggers (even if you live in Quebec Lol). Namaste.

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