Opinion: Blackness and Whiteness: To Whom the Story of America Concerns

by Clay B. Morris

James Baldwin said “the story of the in America is the story of America. It is not a pretty story.” This ugly, brutal, and festering story is the truth that Black Americans are born into and that Black Americans wake up to every day. This is the story of how a cotton gin was tied around Emmett Till’s neck. The story of Breonna Taylor being shot eight times in her sleep. The story of Korey Wise’s psychological abuse for 11 and a half years due to a crime he didn’t commit.

For many Americans who are not Black, May 25, 2020, the day that George Floyd was murdered, was their first time fully hearing this story. Yet, many Black children have been told this story with the same routine and rhythm of a bedtime story. Because for these children, for myself and my Black peers, this is our story. A story that has been written for us by the grandparents of our peers, the parents of our peers, and our peers via their daily actions and proximity to the conundrum of whiteness.

It is not just the scent of burned grass underneath crosses in the yards of Black homes, or the slithering of whips upon Black backs that has written this story. Because alongside these purposeful terrors and centuries of curated violence against souls who had no choice but to be Black are daily decisions that come along with being white and engaging with anyone, or anything, perceived to be “other” than white.

Who do you sit with in class? Who do you “not see” in the lines of your groceries and malls? Who do your parents deride at home? Who did your parents vote for? Whose hair, tone and intellect do you find so different from your expectation that you feel the need to validate this curiosity with a verbal exclamation of “You’re so articulate,” “Can I touch your hair,” “What do your parents do?” Who do you feel most comfortable with? Who are you?

These questions could audit the inner workings of one’s whiteness, but they are far from the diagnostic needed to make non- Black people understand how the thesis of America’s story dictates everyone’s lives. In that thesis, the world exists in two spheres: one of whiteness, and its flawlessly flawed inability to understand itself as the catalyst for society’s injustice; and one of Blackness, an idea constructed to absorb the injustices.

Without this thesis, and the bisecting of everyone and everything as Black, white or adjacent, the order of the world for non- Black people would dissolve. Those who actually know the story realize, however, that the existing order is not order: It is chaos. And it is chaos defined by whiteness’ contradicting ability to blind itself from the fact that it is, first, a distortion of the psyche as Toni Morrison said, and second, only seen as order for those who are white. This is because the story of those stuck in the bedlam of the racialized world is also the story of those who created the bedlam.

The logical question then is how, if Blackness versus whiteness is so different, can the American story be the same for us all? But that question is only for someone with a specific amount of cognitive dissonance and the ability to step outside their identity, which those who are not white, not Black, do not have.

America’s story, the Black story, has no degrees of separation from the white story because they are constantly reinforcing one another. What then should be done with America’s story?

There must be, unfortunately for some, a new addition to the story’s thesis, a purposeful plot reconstruction that involves destruction of whiteness and its grip. Most likely white people, even those who are “allies” according to their social media, will not like the story’s new path because it will erase the life they are comfortable with.

But it is the only path that will let George Floyd breathe. It is the only path that America, the world, can take. It is the path that should have written the story.

The most important sentences in this new portion of America’s story must come from the white people, who are unwilling to let go of the order of the world they know as peaceful.

They must recognize that their world, their whiteness, while made tangible by systems, is a lie. That the portions of the story they have contributed to are based in a fiction that can no longer be beneficial to them if progress is to be the thematic turn in America’s story.

No one can truly predict where this influx of concern over America’s story will take its citizens. But it can be comfortably assumed that if whiteness is not quarantined as a virus, America’s story will continue to write itself as it is now: ruinous.

Mississippian Clay B. Morris is a rising sophomore at The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill studying political science and journalism. Morris is also a contributing reporter for the Mississippi Free Press and a Youth Media Project alum.