Tuesday was the first time on the Meet Me Halfway book tour when the travel schedule, the weather, and our health aligned to allow me and Keren to get out with the “Please Talk With Me About Race” sign. The sign is about 4 feet tall and is painted with black lettering on a white background. We have a 1×4 to prop it up so passersby can read it easily.
We looked for an area of St. Louis that had two things: diverse foot traffic and a laundromat. (It’s Day 6 and we were running out of underwear …) While the clothes spun in the washer, we drove down S. Grand Avenue to find a good place to set up shop. There was a little pocket park in the middle of a row of restaurants, Ritz Park, run by the local business improvement district. It had concrete benches near the sidewalk where diners, students, and others were going by. So when the laundry was dry, we went back there.
I settled myself in on one of the benches with the sign next to me and put on my “door face” — the open, welcoming, cheerful face I used to wear whenever I rang a doorbell during voter outreach on the campaign trail.
I took notes on each interaction we had — from the African American studies professor who outlined the racial divisions in St. Louis County for us, to the white man who flew by saying, “I’m late for a meeting but I’m so glad you’re doing this,” to the black homeless Army veteran who told us how he lived and worked odd jobs in this neighborhood “365 days a year” but was still regularly arrested by white police officers for no reason at all.
But I want most to talk about Gordon. He is a 30-year-old African American man, currently down on his luck and couch surfing. When I asked him if he would talk with me, he looked at my “Please Talk With Me About Race” and said, “Sure, as long as you’re talking about how to end it. As long as it’s for good.”
After he told me familiar stories about his dealings with cops — don’t gather in groups larger than two, try to stay by older folks if possible, walk away slowly if you see a white cop coming but don’t let him know you saw him — I asked Gordon if he thought the state of racial dialogue was better or worse since the death of Mike Brown in Ferguson.
“Definitely worse,” he said. The people in the mostly white areas of the county were using the protests that followed Brown’s death as further reason to look down upon and shut themselves away from young black men like Gordon.
I asked him what he thought would change things for the better. He thought for a short minute and said, “It’s going to take time, all of us being human and all. It’s going to take time.”
He paused and then pointed to organizing. He called on the “old heads” to help the younger generations focus their protests in the most powerful and effective ways. But he acknowledged the importance of mass protest to make the case for justice, regardless. “Dr. Martin Luther King didn’t do it all himself. It was a lot of people over a lot of years.”
Finally, he mentioned white allies speaking up. He had recently seen an old movie about a black man charged with rape and the white lawyer who defended him.
“To Kill a Mockingbird?” I suggested.
“Yeah, that was it. White people have to get to the point of saying ‘This is wrong.’ That white lawyer knew the guy didn’t do it, so he stood up.”
As a fiction writer, I was charmed that Gordon cited a fictional white ally as his example of how white people can make change. As a human being, though, I was sorry he didn’t have someone more real than Atticus Finch to point to.
In the evening, I had a reading at Left Bank Books. There I met Amy Hunter, the director of racial justice for YWCA Metro St. Louis. Since Mike Brown’s killing, the number of white St. Louisans participating in the YWCA’s “Witnessing Whiteness” program has skyrocketed. They now have 300 people signed up for the 10-session workshop, in which white people face their history, privilege, and responsibilities in dismantling racism through a personal action plan.
Amy is an inspiring teacher. I’m so grateful for the work of the YWCA on race and racism throughout the country, but Amy, in St. Louis, is at the epicenter of white Americans’ work to address racism. I think if Atticus Finch were real, he would sign up for “Witnessing Whiteness” for sure.
[GRRR: For some reason my computer won’t allow me to turn “Witnessing Whiteness program” into a hyperlink so you can see what the YWCA is doing. Here is the URL at least, so you can paste it into your browser the old fashioned way: http://www.ywcastlouis.org/site/c.elKSIbOWIkJ8H/b.8403259/k.6BF7/Critical_Conversations.htm]