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Wednesday, February 20, 2008

The Name Game

I saw this Osama/Obama name (and even picture) muck up coming from a mile away. (see post below). A blind man could have seen it coming and the networks should have had a meeting about if after the first time anybody, anywhere made the slip. But that's not what is so insidious.
Since Obama began running, I've heard average folks on radio and TV during "man on the street interviews" say things that remind me that there is always something deeper going on here more than a simple slip of the tongue. Take this example(roughly adapted here) from a nice well meaning white lady in WI on some NPR show: "Obama or whatever his name is." Beeyatch, you know his name!
Think about it...How much stranger is the name Obama than say the name of that southern bastion of tolerance ALABAMA? As for his first name, Barack, certainly some Americans HAVE to be familiar with the former Israeli PM Ehud Barach. Sure the spelling is different but since Hebrew and Arabic are BOTH Semetic Languages, (Gasp!) guess what? The names are the same.
But here we go again. American intolerance rearing it's ugly, name-mangling head like the tar pools that bubble up from underground along Wilshire Boulevard. You never know where it's going to happen but you are never surprised! Remember when Papa Bush warned during his run at the White House that his opponent certainly couldn't be presidential with a name like Tsongas!
Jesus, people! There are many European ethnics folks in this country with names full of Z's and C's and K's back to back yet no one bats an eyelash. So how come a brother with a nice phonetic name rolls up and all hell breaks loose?
A Vietnamese friend of mine once posted an FAQ on the door of her office. Among the answers on the list of FAQs were the following two items...
a simple pronunciation key to her name and the following admonition:
NO, you may not call me Jane or Ann or any other simpering Anglo* name (*my addition)just because you find them easier to pronounce..

"You go girl!" I said. Unlike many folks she didn't adopt an "American" name. I really feel bad that some people feel that they have to do that. Bahram becomes "Bob" or Pushpinder become Paul. I do understand the assimilation pressure and I am sure some folks get tired of correcting people over and over and over again! Sadly though, I think this only encourages those whose natural tendency might be to simply just negate people by trampling over their names. I don't believe that it's always just "honest" mistakes, when people muck up the names of other. I think it is an attempt, whether explicit or implicit, to rob people of their very identity and culture, to belittle and minimise them. I especially abhor the presumptuousness of those who would, out of their great kindness, bestow upon others, "convenient" nicknames because "honey I can't say your name right!" It tells me a lot about a person when they do not take the simple effort and time to learn how to say another person's name correctly. It's a big "ef" you! To those people I sing my anthem--Beyonce's hit song--"say my name, say my name." And if you can't, F-U too!

You say Osama, I Say Obama..Let's call the whole Thing Off


Sure it was an "honest" mistake when the MSNBC graphics person just happened to put up a picture of Osama Bin Laden instead of Barack Obama during yesterday's "Hardball with Chris Matthews." It is the same kind of honest mistake that happened some years ago when an on-air commentator's name was conveniently and erroneously spelled with and extra G in the middle, live on MSNBC. Sure, if your name is Douglas, an extra "G" in the middle isn't a big problem. But just imagine if you were named after some African country, like Niger--now famous for the non-existent yellow cake uranium and aluminium tubes. Yes. That country. Yes. That extra G actually made it on air.
Now if I were the person who had typed up that name and saw the extra "G", that would have given me pause. Sure I know that some African-American folks have taken very creative license with their children's names(Lexus, Nokia,Corolla and even Ureena). But surely even if I thought that someone's mamma was crazy enough to name their kid that, I would have just decided to err on the side of caution and forego the extra "G" .
Certainly there can be no conspiracy to link good brother Obama with bad brother Osama at NBC or any other powerful media conglomerate? Can there?
Have some compassion! Put yourself in the graphic guy's shoes: All them brothers look alike. Everybody's at risk. Mitt "misspoke." Heck, even Ted Kennedy, who endorsed Brother B.O. can't seem to tell him apart from the Saudi Satan!
See it for yourself.

Monday, February 18, 2008

"I hang with brothers, JSYK"

...says my Indian friend, after making some generalised comments about black folk. He and I haven't seen each other for quite some time. We've been friends since grad school in the early to mid 1990s. We talk politics and generally serve as an echo-chamber for each other's similar beliefs. Our politics are shaped by our shared immigrant experience and the fact that I might be 1/16th Bengali(though I don't know if the same "one drop of blood" rule applies when it comes to measuring Indianess). We argue over the $12 bottle of water on the bil: He thinks I am cheap and I think he's crazy for thinking that it is EVER OK to Pay $12 for Nordic glacier water. Yeah it's cold and wet and crisp and the bottle is nice but $12? But I digress.
What gets me is his statement that Black folks are no longer at the top of their creative game. He says, Black people have not produced anything in 30 years(he means in the musical/culture field). I am, of course rather disbelieving. Whither the hip popular American culture without black folk? Just the other day my white of white boss says: "this is how we roll!" Yes I know this is not a great achievement in terms of physics or economics, but perhaps it is! But let me not digress. After this great initial pronouncement, he continues to say... "I hang with brothers." I reply sarcastically, a la chris rock: "whaddya want? a lock of my nappy hair?" I suppose now people can feel justified and validated in expressing their "opinions" about black folk in mixed company as long as they trot out their street "creds", i.e. that "they hang with brothers." JSYK*
What the hell?!???
(just so you know.)