COMMIE GIRL: MY GRAD-SCHOOL SOCIOLOGY CLASS THINKS I’M RACIST!
By Rebecca Schoenkopf
Perhaps you’ve been wondering how grad school is going for me. Well, I’m glad you asked!
I would shoot my own face off, if I believed in guns.
Oh, I’m not saying USC isn’t awesome—it’s basically four-star education, with concierge service. We are their little jewels, and they cherish us and hug us to their bosoms, though they haven’t catered any lunches lately, and honestly, really, they should.
Maybe I’m pitiful and considering the shooting off of my face because on Day Seven of a 90-hour week, I was accused of something that was thoroughly and entirely someone else’s fault, and I think you can imagine how I reacted to that! (For those of you who are not the king of Imagination Nation, it entailed calling my mother and weeping.) But that was like two weeks ago, so that couldn’t still be it?
No. It is because nobody likes me.
Rebecca Schoenkopf! you are yelling at me. Everyone loves you, crazypants!
How did you get through life being so, so wrong?
It turns out—ask my mother—I can be the teeniest abrasive, which on top of my congenital (and hereditary) know-it-allitude combines unbecomingly to resemble something like Barbara Boosh. This is most obvious in my seminar on race relations, where eyes are rolled until you fear for their bearers—and are averted by said bearers if encountered elsewhere on campus.
It all started innocently enough, with me being frankly surprised to learn that “assimilation” is a racist goal. I moved from innocent to insensitive, with an unnecessarily shouty remark from me regarding standard English. (I love ebonics, and I love immigrants who don’t speak English, but I believe people won’t be able to attain the middle class if they can’t speak like the majority, so whether or not it’s “unfair” or “postcolonial” to expect a minority to hew to a majority’s norms, I thought we should be pragmatic about it. But I totally see and am sorry for how it came off.)
Then I started getting deep on the shit list with a defense of the theory of the Culture of Poverty—which in today’s sociology departments is a bit like defending Krystallnacht. The theory of the Culture of Poverty does not say the poor bring it on themselves, or that all poor people exhibit its tendencies; it says that there are some reactions to poverty that are not conducive to escaping poverty. Anybody who doesn’t believe that has never been poor, or met anyone who was. Say it out loud, though, and you’re instantly accused of believing in bootstraps, and blaming the victim, and just being a general neoconservative, like it’s you and David Horowitz, together at last.
And then I started getting all raw and itchy about whiteness in general, which is held up as something frankly evil—and I also started to broken-record myself, bringing up generational white poverty every time poverty was mentioned. And it irked me that it was glossed over and brushed past, unacknowledged, EVERY SINGLE TIME. I really think everybody else thinks it’s all like that Eddie Murphy White Like Me skit, and we’re all drinking champagne on the bus. Poor white people? Unimportant, and besides, they have it just fine. And I still think that sucks.
“You need to understand: you’re an oppressor,” my mother told me kindly (as I cried). A moment later, she rethought her words. “You’re a member of the oppressor class.” (Yes, my mother went to college in the ’80s.)
But I reject that, just as I reject Kimberle Crenshaw’s assertion, cited approvingly by critical race theory godmother (and UCLA law prof goddess) Cheryl Harris, that “all whites have a stake in racism,” or Harris’s supposition that her own grandmother, who passed, must be given the benefit of the doubt as having claimed whiteness for sheer economic survival … but other white people did it just to be shitty.
The thing was, I completely agreed with Harris’s entire theme, in her seminal “Whiteness as Property” from which the above was taken, that the property interest in whiteness is ongoing as evidenced in the Rehnquist Court’s (and the Burger Court’s) eternal denials of the constitutionality of affirmative action, and that affirmative action is necessary, just and awesome. (I did take exception though to her conflating Wygant with Bakke and Croson, since in Wygant there was an actual taking—whether or not it was justified, and I believe it was—and in Bakke and Croson, the white people totally sued based on their perceived losses, just as Harris proffered. In Wygant? They messed with teachers’ tenure, and teachers take that shit for serious. So assuming said teachers were pissed on grounds of whiteness and its supremacy seemed if not wildly unfair, at least not-proven.) So why-for with the “all whites have a stake in racism”? How does that buttress your argument, besides just being a dick?
Anyway, I’m the asshole, the angry white girl, and I sound like a goddamn Orange County hausfrau every time I open my pinched little mouth. Unbecoming? Is it ever. Trust me, people who don’t like me in my seminar on race relations: I don’t like me either! But I really don’t like you.
When you speak sorrowfully of those in prison for robbery, or murder, as having been railroaded by the man, who do you think they victimized? They victimized other poor people and people of color, who are bearing the brunt of their “rebelling against the state and the system.” I think those people would tell you to shut the fuck up! Or they would if they weren’t so dead, from murder. A few weeks ago, I was on the bus, and a dude was shooting gang signs out the door at a dude from a different gang. And I slathered my hegemonic norms all over that guy, because I did not like it—and neither did any of the other black people on the bus. They weren’t happy about it at all either too! And we all said so! Just as soon as that one guy got off.
I’m feeling the need to add a caveat here: THERE IS RACISM ALL THE TIME, ALL OVER THE PLACE, OF THE OVERT, COVERT AND SYSTEMIC VARIETIES. Honest, I really do know that! I swear! And that is equally as true in the justice system as anywhere else in society, from the outlandish number of marijuana arrests for black kids to sentencing discrepancies to the efficacies of counsel.
But let’s take an example. Are all poor people or people of color drug addicts? Of course not, don’t be racist! But there is a small percentage who are, and even if we never have to read that DCFS dropped the ball on their case, in yet more screaming headlines in the L.A. Times, their kids have it the worst. And even if their parents didn’t have a lot of options, and it’s racism’s fault for making them drug addicts, I don’t care whose fault it was. I want them to stop it.
When someone (I) points out that being a drug addict isn’t good for drug addicts’ children or other living things—that they in fact are the victims, and you’re not “blaming the victim,” you’re trying to protect them and make possible for them an honest to god good life—and someone (I) is accused of being a “white liberal concern troll” who expects her norms to apply to everyone else, it sort of makes someone (me) not able to sleep any and every Tuesday night, after she’s gone and sat in class. When my dad was busy being a drug addict, I took his baby son away from him, and I’ve kept him so far for 15 years. When my uncle went to jail for armed robbery, none of us blamed society. We blamed my uncle, for being an armed robber. Stop that, my uncle! Stop being a dick!
There are terrible people in every segment of society, many of them in my house. Recognizing there are problems isn’t racist. It’s not racist of “white liberal concern trolls” when they want to fix social problems for all children, including children of color, so they have it better. It’s L.A. Times website commenters who are racist. Don’t you really see the difference? Really, even at all?
I want everyone’s children to do well in school. I want a big, fat, springy safety net for all of us, including a generous welfare system that would let single mothers breathe free from the terrible stresses of poverty, and what that does to their psyches and their kids. I want affirmative action programs both officially and un-; I would not bitch if I were passed over for a job in favor of a woman of color, even if she were less qualified, because diversity doesn’t just benefit society and it isn’t just a worthy goal. In reaching out to a widening customer base, it concretely benefits the company that’s hiring. Ergo, she is more qualified. QED!
And I’m both a liberal concern troll and David Horowitz? Fuck you and your neocolonial horse.
















22 Comments
Dude…
Your all-over-the-place breathless schoolgirl rap is tiring to read. To be blunt, unless I’m trying to fuck you, I’m not going to read it. Nobody of sound mind would want to wade through your self-satisfied candy-assed rhetoric.
You have some good points buried somewhere in that rat maze of shit you call “writing,” but I’m here to read an essay. I’m not supposed to be panning for gold. Turn that shit DOWN. Again, I can’t understand what the hell you’re saying, and by about halfway through, I don’t WANT to.
You’re probably a good writer, but we’ll never know if you don’t try.
Note to the Editors: EDIT, goddammit!
Jason, thanks so much for your thoughtful critique! And also thanks for turning it into a referendum on whether you’d want to fuck me! That is pretty much what a breathless schoolgirl always wants to know!
Jason, dude, I don’t care about whether or not you wanted to finish my rat maze of shit, or at what level you think I should be turned. (11?) I mean it. I don’t care even the littlest bit.
Poor Jason, isn’t it weird how some things in the world aren’t about you? Don’t you just hate that so much?
“I love ebonics, and I love immigrants who don’t speak English, but I believe people won’t be able to attain the middle class if they can’t speak like the majority, so whether or not it’s “unfair” or “postcolonial” to expect a minority to hew to a majority’s norms, I thought we should be pragmatic about it.”
Dude…
You know what I think is cool? You used the term “I” four times in one sentence. That’s awesome. Also, I noticed you refused to cave in to the hackneyed phrase, “hate much?” Instead, you said, “Don’t you just hate that so much?”
That was brave of you, Rebecca. Putting a scratch in your own hack groove. Very meta.
Regarding the “referendum,” let me break it down, moment to moment, so you’ll have a better understanding of a typical male reader, as well as you engaging in a typical conversation with a typical male, because, like it or not, Rebecca, it will never go away:
“Hey! I think I’ll read this possibly interesting article by Rebecca! Okay… cute, got it… oooh my… what the… oh shit, my head is spinning… what did I get on my last IQ test? oh that’s right. so it can’t be me… did I get enough sleep last night? yes I did… then why? oh, no… more… oh my… god… when will she stop? waitaminiute…. am I fucking this girl? no I’m not… fuck this!”
Hope this helps.
Geez, both of you sound like 4th graders! Hate to agree with Jason, but really, Commie: Less is more. I was actually interested in your piece, but man, you went all over the map and totally lost my interest. Edit. It’s a good thing. Really.
Love you too, Becca, but Jason has a point with “rat maze…” . And there’s no cheesy reward if one sticks with it to the end.
“Peace!,” maybe you’re right. Perhaps my approach only solidified the polarity between my common sensibilites and the electric Rebecca. We could find harmony by searching for some common ground.
Since Rebecca is committed to signing off on what we thought were essays, but are, in fact, submissions for her personal diary, I will agree to read at least the first paragraph of all her following diary entries, if the electric Rebecca will agree to entitle all of her submissions as:
“Commie Girl: No Primpro For Me!”
Really? I googled Primpro, and came up only with Prempro, a medication for menopause and vaginal dryness.
Is that what you meant? That you don’t like my writing style, therefore I’m a dried-up hag? You’re STILL on my suitability as a sex partner? Are you proud of you?
Because yeah, I went on the attack; it seemed like it’d be a fun thing to do. But honestly, now I’m just sad. I feel sort of sick inside, knowing just how much you want to reduce me.
Jason, I really think you ought to feel ashamed.
Jason, you are bringing me down.
Rebecca,
I’m not trying to diminish you personally. I don’t know you. However, as depicted in this comments section, you do seem like a person who may have “a personality that must be recognized,” as they say. No crime there. Most writers have narcissist tendencies. Part of the territory. Part of their charm, as you know. The “primpro” remark was intended to address psychological aspects related to your response. I was in no way attempting to imply any negative aspect regarding your vagina, or sexual relevancy. I’m sure you’re very moist and relevant.
I’ll dispense with the repartee, and replace it with repetition:
That essay sucked. Do it right, or don’t do it.
And LB City Girl… mind your business, missy.
Jason, unfortunately, I’m going to keep doing it whether you think it’s right or not. Why? Because you are not the boss of me–or of LBCityGirl, either, just as a matter of fact. You may be backing off from the grossness of your sexualizing comments, but you still think it’s up to YOU to decide what women do, don’t you?
Anyway, I’m done with this. Good luck to you.
Rebecca, you have me all wrong. I think women should do whatever
they think is appropriate, no matter what anyone says, especially men, many of whom may be life-sucking spoil-sports whose sole purpose on this wobbly orb is to make women sick.
Play me out, Carly Simon Shirley Temple Cat Lady!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EoOpXvuqsr8
That’s right, Jason…you are not the boss of me.
Here’s a big F-U from me to you because Rebecca is too polite to say it for herself.
I’d like to point out that the writing of yours I’ve seen so far totally sucks, so your critique of this essay is completely meaningless. Don’t quit your day job, that is if you are lucky enough to have one.
I wish I possessed just half of Jason’s writing talent. Dark and destructive at times but still a very creative, unique and cool style of writing.
LB City Girl,
Coming from a girl who begins her missive with a 10 year old hack phrase that she hacked from a hack, followed by a retarded attempt at some kind of acronym, apparently intended to represent a pejorative term commonly used by the dockwhores residing under the belmont pier, I’ll give your notion of what is, or isn’t, interesting writing, all the consideration that is due.
Mind your business, missy.
*yawns*
wow, that diatribe was sooo much better than the article, thanks for playin’
It’s weird —-scratch that.
Isn’t it ironic (that’s a shout out to the apparent man haters).
If the author really didn’t care (not one bit) about sparky’s opin, WHY RESPOND?
Woman: How do you write women so well?
Melvin: I think of a man, and I take away reason and accountability.
just googled commie girl to see if she had a webpage, and this was the first image that came up:
http://www.gigglebounce.com/fest/take_me_now.jpg
That’s not commie girl, right?
I enjoyed the column. I am biased. I have enjoyed CG’s columns over the years, so I bring that expectation when I check out her latest. That expectation includes being entertained along with an occasional zinger of insight. Such insights are exceptional. Never did I anticipate the all out in your face honesty like today.
My creds for feeling guilty about being born white and middle class are substantial. You’ll just have to take my word for it–otherwise I’d come across as a phony in need of displaying the creds. I am an old man, so I do not have daily classroom experience with peers who see our world as oppressing them. (Except on issues of sexism. Now you know what those of us with sensitivity have endured since “The Feminine Mystique,” Rebecca.) I know the helplessness of good intentions.
I am also the grandfather of an African-American boy We only get smiles and waves in this polyglot metro LA. I am participating in the rearing of my #1 grandson. (#2 is a Caucasian cousin growing up like a brother. As they are only two weeks apart in age, they spend much of their time together.) I don’t know what will happen as the social realities of their skin colors become evident. It will finally depend more on them than on me or their parents.
When I look back and see how far we have come in my lifetime, I am encouraged. Of course we have a long, long way to go. But let me assure you that something is different now. It’s not utopia. But it’s not ghetto either. It’s what we make of it, and all of us are covered in other people’s blood. Maybe we can find there reason enough to continue to cleanse our land. We no longer hold slaves. Since we were able to shuck that off, we can do anything.
“Assimilation” is a racist goal?
What is really amazing to me is that, for sitting in a sociology class apparently swimming with a lot of cheezy counter-intuitive doofus theorization presented as factual analysis, they actually give you 4 units of graduate credit.
But you’re just kidding, right?
Tell me your instructor did not tell you that “assimiliation” is a racist goal.
whiteness, really? Read some Smith, she is good, maybe then you can start talking about real sociolgy, instead of the reguritated shit you are bring to this crappy table. s.