Delving into my first exploration, I found myself exploring my perception of my own race. In my reading of Conservation of Races, W. E. B. Du Bois mention that, “Many criteria of race differences have in the past been proposed, as color, hair, cranial measurements and language. And manifestly, in each of these respects, human beings differ widely” (Conservation of Races, 1). I think, as all organisms are, we as human beings are prone to our uniqueness. This difference in both appearance and experience makes us our own individuals. Commonalities in groups help many find a place to belong. However, race is something interesting as it is also regarded (generally) by location. Many mutations in genetic code, mixings of genetics, and so on cause variances in appearance. Some grow up facing different realities than others that look similar or are born from similar geo locations. Race however, is something that can’t be taken from someone. Yet, socially, these differences can cause many to feel excluded and ostracized. Talking with my peers I’ve even noticed that people easily feel a disconnect and shame for not sharing certain traits. This can be seen by thoughts similar to, “What, after all, am I? Am I an American or am I a Negro?” (Conservation of Races, 4). There’s this inherent struggle to find our own identities with the pressures of the social expectations of various groups. Some that may perpetuate stereotypes under the illusion of pride. It is no question that we should not pretend to be what we are not (such as Jessica Krug). Yet, the question stands all to familiar, what are we?
Blumenbach’s five races, from his De generis humani varietate nativa
As mentioned above, some views of race have been tied to physical aspects. Cranial measurements and other feature ratios were once used to decipher race. As time continued, views of race began to shift. Race began to encapsulate common history, experience, tradition, goals, and values. On paper, this makes sense. We don’t live in a world of paper.
Transracial adoptions (e.g., my family and I seen on the left), immigration, and other cases lead to people of varying races to grow up with different experiences than those that continue to develop elsewhere. A common term I’ve heard growing up in America is being “white washed”, or someone who assimilates into a western society, being used in a derogatory fashion.
I don’t generally even have a perception of my own race. I grew up in a white family; thus, I was reared in American ideals and values. This isn’t to say I follow my parents views, but my values are extremely influenced by the western culture. Race is something I use pragmatically in census and and other forms. I am confronted socially by racist remarks, Asian peers, and even veterans.
Race is a form of identity that can’t be taken away by people. It is a complex concept that is unique to each and every circumstance. Yet, there is an inherent social expectation and value placed on race that cannot be ignored. The world cannot simplify something so complex.