black like them

Black Like Them
Malcolm Gladwell

Through the lens of his own family’s experience,
the author explores why West Indians and American
blacks are perceived differently.


My cousin Rosie and her husband, Noel, live in a two-bedroom bungalow on Argyle Avenue, in Uniondale, on the west end of Long Island. When they came to America, twelve years ago, they lived in a basement apartment a dozen or so blocks away, next to their church. At the time, they were both taking classes at the New York Institute of Technology, which was right nearby. But after they graduated, and Rosie got a job managing a fast-food place and Noel got a job in asbestos removal, they managed to save a little money and bought the house on Argyle Avenue.

From the outside, their home looks fairly plain. It’s in a part of Uniondale that has a lot of tract housing from just after the war, and most of the houses are alike–squat and square, with aluminum siding, maybe a dormer window in the attic, and a small patch of lawn out front. But there is a beautiful park down the street, the public schools are supposed to be good, and Rosie and Noel have built a new garage and renovated the basement. Now that Noel has started his own business, as an environmental engineer, he has his office down there–Suite 2B, it says on his stationery–and every morning he puts on his tie and goes down the stairs to make calls and work on the computer. If Noel’s business takes off, Rosie says, she would like to move to a bigger house, in Garden City, which is one town over. She says this even though Garden City is mostly white. In fact, when she told one of her girlfriends, a black American, about this idea, her friend said that she was crazy–that Garden City was no place for a black person. But that is just the point. Rosie and Noel are from Jamaica. They don’t consider themselves black at all.

This doesn’t mean that my cousins haven’t sometimes been lumped together with American blacks. Noel had a job once removing asbestos at Kennedy Airport, and his boss there called him “nigger” and cut his hours. But Noel didn’t take it personally. That boss, he says, didn’t like women or Jews, either, or people with college degrees–or even himself, for that matter. Another time, Noel found out that a white guy working next to him in the same job and with the same qualifications was making ten thousand dollars a year more than he was. He quit the next day. Noel knows that racism is out there. It’s just that he doesn’t quite understand–or accept–the categories on which it depends.

The Evolvement of “Double-consciousness”

The Black Hawk

The Evolvement of “Double-consciousness”

by T.M.K. DeWalt

Ujima– “ The Negro ever feels his two-ness- an American, a Negro, two souls, two thoughts, two un-reconciled strivings…two warring ideals in one, dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.” These are the resounding words of W.E.B DuBois, author of The Souls of Black Folk, which summoned the notion of “double-consciousness.” This concept suggests that blacks were lodged between their African descent and identity as an American around the early 20th century. DuBois made his assessment regarding the black psyche over a century ago, but the “dichotomy” he alludes to rings true, even today. However, there is a new “double- consciousness” which resides on the very threshold of ruin. We have garnered our very own sense of self and identity since the post-civil rights era. We are no longer as inclined to perceive ourselves through the…

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