Crossing Racial Lines in Cleveland, or, S#!& Black People Say to White People Living in Hough

After a bit of summer break, I’m returning to this series on being a person from a cultural majority intentionally moving to a homogeneous minority community. You can read the previous articles here, here, here, and a response by a neighbor here.

Before writing again, I want to step back and set the context for why my partner and I, separately, became urispas cost two of the rare white people who decided to integrate into the Hough neighborhood: intentionally moving from majority to minority.

We didn’t come here to “fix the ghetto” because of what was bad, but because of what was esi pharmacy good: Hough is a convenient location with beautiful old homes and a rich history and culture. We had personal and professional connections in and around the neighborhood. The bank lopressor online said they’d not only finance the house but thought home values would appreciate in any neighborhood of Cleveland. Well the banks were wrong, but most of the other good things and people that attracted us here have remained in our community.

What made us open to the experience to begin with, though, was a staunch commitment to racial justice. Some may call me naïve, but I actually think most people in America today believe in their hearts, as we do, that all people deserve equal access to education, health care, work, civic participation, and other critical social institutions.

However, people differ in their understanding about why that isn’t a reality, and we are paralyzed by pointless political screaming fights about our differing proposed solutions for how to make a change.

One of the things that keep us apart is the unregulated social “line” about protonix of segregation that has created our homogeneous communities–97% African American Hough and the 95%+ white small town and suburb where Evan and I grew up. Legal segregation is over, but 50 years later residential segregation is still going strong.

50 years after the Freedom Riders, here is a little documentation of one person’s experience of crossing the lines of racial segregation in the 21st century:

  1. It’s not a gated community, you know. This is the response we got from the previous councilwoman, Fannie Mae Lewis, when we told her we were looking at homes in the neighborhood. We had many people, white and black, warn us of viagra super force online all the dangers and difficulties of moving to Hough. While we have taken steps to keep ourselves and our kids safe, we’re not afraid of risk if we can see the benefits.
  2. Hey, snowflake! One of the things I enjoy about black culture is the tradition of creativity in wordplay. It turns out racial epithets are no exception. I just ignored these comments shouted from front porches and the second or third time people saw me walking or driving the same way at the same time, I didn’t hear it any more. When the novelty of my face wore off, the names stopped. One time, buy albenza I shouted back from my car window, “I’m your neighbor and I’m not leaving!” and I got a face full of beer in response. I was better off keeping my mouth shut.
  3. You’ll get a lot for this house when you’re done. When we were fixing up the foreclosed, abandoned house, many people assumed we were “flipping” it. We got a lot of compliments, and many folks who lived in the neighborhood or who used to live there and were visiting stopped to tell us how happy they were to see one of the abandoned homes fixed up. Home values have certainly changed since then, and half the houses on our block have been vacated since we moved in, but the gesture to save one of the originals has been noticed and appreciated. Staying and living in the house has been even more appreciated.
  4. “I wish I had pretty white skin like you.” Last year, I heard this from our 8 year old neighbor. I pharmacy claritin told her I think she is pretty just the way she is. This summer, her tune has changed and she said to my sons, “You’re awesome and you’re wonderful. Because that’s how Meagen talks to us.” That is the ultimate message we want to send our neighbors. Racism is not just white people degrading others; many black people feel & internalize that racism, and can do so at a disturbingly young age. Even small comments valuing the beauty of minority people and culture can really make a difference, especially for children. This valuing of minority people and culture is something that all people can do regardless of where they live.
  5. You really know how to read! We go to an Afro-centric Catholic church in the neighborhood, and I have sometimes been a lector. Other church members have been pleasantly surprised when, as a white person, I have demonstrated cultural competency by reading Bible verses with the level and style of oral performance valued in the African-American community. No one is going to pretend I’m black, but real integration means you can at least blend in a little by following someone else’s cultural lead.
  6. Can I come over? Now six years in the neighborhood, when the kids on the block are out playing I can barely get down the street or out of my car without someone asking to either come play or have our kids come over. Now our struggle is not to gain people’s trust, but to maintain healthy boundaries—just like in any neighborhood where friends and family are frequently requesting your presence.

Crossing racial lines is not easy. It’s incredibly awkward, in fact, and many people get easily discouraged. On top of these unique interactions, there is the normal level of crime in the city, plus all the disagreements and annoyances that happen in any neighborhood (“another branch from her tree fell in my yard!”), made worse by the absentee landlords and banks. I hope to demonstrate that with some patience and realistic expectations, you can cut through the crap to find genuine community across racial lines.

But this is just one person and one family’s experience. What are some of your experiences of integration in the rust belt?

 

Meagen Farrell is a blogger, educational consultant, and adventurous mother of two. You can connect with her on WordPress,
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