I think people really believe it’s a compliment when they say it. When they find out my husband is black, they screech with excitement, “Oh, thattttt’s why!” like they’ve been playing a secret guessing game and nobody told me because I’m the subject of the conundrum.

Excuse me. I wonder, “That’s why” what? Well, lots of presumptuous things, according to some. They go on to explain freely, without my prompt:

That’s why you “Talk American,” or “Don’t have an Indian accent,” or “Have that accent,” or “Dress like that,” or “Aren’t like those other Indians” or “That’s why you’re so down.”

Or this, which happens every time my own friend introduces me to someone new: “Hey guys, this is my Indian friend, Patty. She’s Indian, but she’s really black. Cuz she’s cool.” Ouch. Cool does not equal Indian, apparently. I love this particular friend and I know she means no harm and most importantly, totally misses the underhanded comment. So, I quietly forgive her. Every damn time. I forgive her also because of the dumb stereotypes portrayed  in the media of the stiff, Indian doctor with no bedside manner, droning voice and serious personality deficit. Or the heavily accented convenient store cashier who also lacks personality and wears a name tag with some version of Abu or Apu or last name default, Shah, Patel or Ali. Customers cringe as they try to get through a simple transaction of buying cigarettes because the guy’s accent is as thick as cement.

Ultimately, I know it’s not because of ill feelings or the intent to insult or belittle. It’s just that people simply don’t think of Indian-American me when they look at me, they (in their minds) see Indian, dot wearing, blingy sheet wrapped, molasses accented, curry smelling, personality-lacking, good at math, bobblehead-movement-having, Indian me. I’m none of these (well, except for the bobble head thing, when feeling particularly passionate about something).

People are accustomed to making rash estimations of who a person is. We make crazy ignorant assumptions in a matter of seconds. There’s a reason for this. Survival. The part of the brain called the limbic system wants to know whether someone is a threat, a friend, foe, neutral, same or different. It’s the same reason women quickly assume an unfamiliar man is a potential danger. And when the limbic system is trained by ignorance, it’s the reason people clutch their purses when they see a black man walking towards them. It’s the reason a person is convinced her attacker was some shade of brown. It’s the reason a woman on an airplane thinks the person in the seat next to her intently solving math problems is a terrorist making plans to blow something up (even though he’s a well-respected Italian economist). The limbic system isn’t racist. A frightened society is. The limbic system isn’t biased. People are.

Thus, in some folks’ perspectives, I’m down not because I was born in Chicago and grew up among Puerto Rican, Mexican, Italian, Cuban, black, white, Indian and other ethnicities. It can’t be because I have friends from many walks of life, like those who were once homeless to friends who have some really phat summer homes. It’s because my husband is black. I’m reduced to my affiliation with the person I married.

It’s cool though (my black husband didn’t teach me to say that, by the way). I know most people don’t mean to make ridiculous generalizations. They’re fascinated by oddities like not marrying someone from the same race or people whose impeccable American accents don’t match their brown skin. And that’s why I’m teaching. Hopefully people are learning that individuals are just that, individual, dynamic and not reduced to how they look or who they love.

 

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11 thoughts on ““Oh! That’s Why You’re so Down.”

  1. This is so astute, loving, intelligent. I really liked your thoroughness and obvious intelligence on the subject. And I’d tell your friend to shut the f up on occasion. But that’s just me lol

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  2. As a society, we seem more comfortable stereotyping people so we “know” how to deal with them (on this stereotypical level.) It is less natural (unfortunately) to simply meet people and create relationships based on individual character, ethics, morals, values, etc… It requires more effort to view people as individuals because it avoids preconceived notions based on ethnic and cultural backgrounds.
    Personally, I find it much more interesting to LISTEN and LEARN from individual behavior and expression. It helps me understand the “true” person and the foundations of their beliefs.
    Stereotyping can be the “lazy man’s” approach to dealing with new people in new settings. It establishes (falsely) a basis to follow while promulgating an “accepted” belief system. I believe it is often founded in ignorance rather than ill will.

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    1. Yes! Well said. It is very lazy to make assumptions and it takes effort to be patient and get to know a person. I wrote a piece on just that, which I’ll have to post at some point. Thanks for your thoughts!

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  3. I’m late to the party, but this is such a great post! I can easily empathize with you when someone “compliments” you for being a class or category, rather than an individual. It annoys me no end when people do that to me. They don’t do it with my race or ethnicity so much, but rather with some other things.

    Have you by chance read Daniel Kahneman’s book, “Thinking Fast and Slow”? It discusses many of the issues you’ve raised here.

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    1. There’s no such thing as lateness with me (growing up, we had no concept of time; when I was a kid, church “started” at 10am so we’d very leisurely show up about 11:30ish lol).

      I haven’t read the book you mentioned. Thanks for the recommendation. I’ll have to check it out. Thanks for your thoughts!

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