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White Writers’ Tears: An Open Letter to White Accomplices in the Literary Community
(Excerpt from Work Hard, Not Smart: How to Make a Messy Literary Life)

Dear Writers of the Caucasian Persuasion,

I have to confess something: I am racist. You probably are too. All white people are, even the “good” ones, for we have all been socialized in an overtly racist system of structures and super structures. This acknowledgment matters, but what matters more is what we do with it. What matters is that we rise and meet the challenges of this and future American moments, and that we see them as opportunities to be better—perhaps even to be great— for despite what the politicians say, America has never been and is not now a “great” place for everyone.

I have internalized white supremacist narratives, as we all have—and here I do mean “we” across racial lines. Systems and power structures favor me, whether in housing and employment; whether on the street; in department stores; restaurants; classrooms; hospitals; on airplanes and in taxis; in the criminal justice system; in professional and academic spaces; and here, in the literary universe that not everyone can call home with the same certainty and safety. Here, we stand at the precipice of something enormous—that is, our history, and just as malignant, ourselves. Our own performance of white supremacy is an abyss I hope we look hard and long into. I want to suggest that we increase our tolerance for discomfort, that we ditch the phony benevolence that Claudia Rankine described in her AWP 2016 keynote address. (Benevolence was her word, phony mine.) That we get over ourselves and out of the way enough to dig into the work of achieving real racial equity (equity, an emphasis I am borrowing from writer Jen Palmares Meadows who posited it as a better alternative to mere diversity).

Such work of inclusion might not seem like life and death here in this literary bubble, but out there in the world, people are dying—and the stories we tell in here become the stories that exist in the world. The power systems and structures and hierarchies that exist here in this purportedly inclusive space of mostly good, “benevolent” liberals, conscious folks, and thinkers who know how to use words like “intersectional” are exactly the same systems and structures and hierarchies that exist out in the world where:

While I was out on bond getting treatment for alcoholism, Yolanda remained in a jail so foul with corruption and violence and sexual assaults and disease and rats and roaches that many of you would literally not believe it, a nightmarish, and yet commonplace, place that no one should have to endure and that seasoned inmates there refer to as the “slave ship.” You might not be able to hold the truth of this other America in your body, the America that you perhaps don’t know, because unlike our Black and Brown sisters, you don’t live in it and with it and of it every fucking day. And regardless of good intentions, our literary world is fundamentally the same as the space out there, where after a trial and only a misdemeanor conviction, and “no paper” (probation or parole), and the resources to do so, I was able to live my second chance, to leave the state of Texas and to move on to Vermont, where I am now a professor and home- owner. While Yolanda revolves in and out of prison for an originally-nonsense charge because she can’t keep up with the onerous court conditions that make parole violations inevitable, I have retained—even expanded—my life of privilege and comfort.

I took the long way around with this object lesson, but I reiterate, the world in here looks and acts just like the one out there. Here, whites are overrepresented on panels and mastheads and in departments and journals and fellowships and prizes, and MFA programs don’t teach and reflect the plurality of narratives that actually exist in both the literary world and the actual world. And even though probably no one is going to get shot in broad daylight on the steps of the Acme City Convention Center during this Association of Writers and Writing Program’s, let’s not kid ourselves that the world of American letters is for everyone a place of safety, justice, and equity. But isn’t this what we want—what we all want? We want inclusion, right?

We say we do, but as the brilliant and fabulous poet and activist Amanda Johnston posted on social media recently, “PSA: Listen closely to people’s actions.” So while I have done a lot of homework in changing my framework for thinking about race and my own privilege, and while I write and teach to these principles, I have not always acted upon them perfectly. I want you to listen closely to these actions, my actions:

Let me give you a concrete example:

Many years ago now, I was involved in a project that ended up being (see, I say “ended up,” as if it were passive, as if choices weren’t made) a collection of mostly white voices. An implosion among contributors occurred after someone pointed this out, and a somewhat predictable, ugly conversation ensued. Some asked whether it was enough to solicit writers of color and to publish calls in national venues (which was done—and with good intention and sincere effort—by the editor of the project). If such efforts fail, does further editorial responsibility still exist to actively and decisively include non-white writers in meaningful proportions? My answer was and is yes. Part of what made the implosion sticky was that friendships were involved, and feelings were hurt, as I and others tried to engage in a frank discussion of intersectionality and inclusions. However, what I did not do was withdraw my piece from the collection. After all, it was an excellent project in all other respects, and I wanted to be in it—to stack up my publication credits—I wanted that more than I wanted to insist on the inclusion of non-normative voices. So, I vowed to do better … next time. Next time, I would join only projects and publications that were specifically committed to meaningful inclusion of writers of color no matter what.

I don’t relish being a slow learner on this front, nor that I was promising to do better next time. Therefore, I want to make my vow public here, and I want to entreat other white writers to do the same. What does doing better look like? What might I do next time? What can we white writers do to sincerely foster inclusion and better support writers of color?

We can:

We can do better. We must.

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ANTHOLOGIES

GETTING TO THE TRUTH: THE CRAFT AND PRACTICE OF CREATIVE NONFICTION, by Hippocampus Books


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