Black Suburbia Privilege
With the latest events with the unarmed shootings of black men, I begin to feel grateful for living in the small town of Vancouver, WA in the Pacific Northwest. Our little town is a small white suburb of Portland, OR and most of the community members are happy to believe those issues won’t ever happen here. This is the start to what I’m going to call Black Suburbia Privilege. Stay with me!
Since I’ve been raised in Vancouver, WA all my life—besides my time in the US Marine Corps—Vancouver has always been a quiet and boring place. In some respects, it’s perfect for building a family, starting a career, and creating a home to retire. As a black man or person of color, you’re not going to experience any overt racial discrimination. The Black Suburbia Privilege allows one to be integrated into the town’s culture. However, there’s only one downside- you’re not going to be embraced.
Being that my mom is from New York and my dad is from Texas, this was foreign land to them. My parent’s successfully built our house on bare land in 1975, and was one of the prettiest in the Cascade Park neighborhood (McGillivray Blvd, to be exact). Oddly enough, we never spent any significant time in the neighborhood. They worked in Portland, shopped in Portland, doctor and dentist’s appointments were in Portland, attended church in Portland, and I even went to school in Portland.
The Black Suburbia Privilege was great. I never saw my parents or their (black) friends or families have issues with the police. There were no gangs or ghettos. I had a backyard, rode my bike on the streets and got along with everyone. As a kid, my parents were successful in keeping the concept of racism out of my concern.
As a father myself, 30 years later, the Black Suburbia Privilege is still and more ever present. However, after hearing about the Trayvon Martin murder, I was crushed and started to have a concern. First of all, my heart cried out for his family and made me reevaluate my Black Suburbia Privilege. Secondly, I began to imagine if I was Trayvon’s father.
You see, there’s one caveat to having this privilege. The issue is that “Black” culture isn’t represented in businesses, schools, or in elected officials. The “Black” is accepted to live here, but we’re not invited or engaged to be a part of ‘smalltown feel’ culture.
The Black Suburbia Privilege’s caveats never bothered me before, but after this past year my fear has increased. I have 5 kids to think about. Even though 4 of my kiddos have a white mom, they’re still considered black because of their skin color. They will have to deal with the ramifications of an unjust judicial, educational, and business system.
Ferguson’s Michael Brown and New York’s Eric Garner may not have been located where Black Suburbia Privilege was present, but they didn’t even have a system to assist them in their highest time of need. Not even the Vancouver’s NAACP participated in any demonstrations. I would have loved to show my oldest son—which has a darker complexion than me, because his mom is black—how Black Suburbia Privilege is great for us, but he has no comprehension of the extreme level of privilege he has since he doesn’t have to experience any of the protests, school closures, or media saturation. For him to see it on the television was the equivalent as showing him a cartoon. That’s when I realized he could end up like Emmitt Till if I didn’t intervene.
Black Suburbia Privilege must end. The suburbia privilege needs to be accessible to everyone. That includes Islanders, Latinos, Asians, or any other person of color. Better yet, let’s equal the playing field and breakdown the barriers of poverty all around.
I want my children to see differences and embrace them. For my girls, I want don’t them to be teased because they have beautiful, kinky, curly hair. I don’t want my son’s cool smooth curled head to be petted like an animal at the zoo. I want all my kids to see role models of their skin complexion in the school ranks, shop at an African boutique or restaurant, and celebrate their heritage more than just one month a year. More importantly, I don’t want them to feel like they don’t have anyone to understand their issues.
I do believe Vancouver wants to do better, but they haven’t shown it yet. I pray that Vancouver’s leaders see the Black (and other people of color) Suburbia Privilege needs to end.
To end this privilege, we need to be good Samaritans. Take a moment to say hi to someone you don’t know. Get involved in politics and make a positive difference. Seek out different colleges of thought. Shop from stores in Vancouver, WA. Get engaged in a local nonprofit. Attend little league and kid’s soccer games. Embrace differences.
I’m not pointing any fingers. We all have to help. Therefore, I look forward to see the leaders of my era to arise to the challenge and make these changes happen.
I write this because my business is personal. My struggles are for your gain. No strings attached.
Nathan A. Webster, MBA
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