Starting
Point Profiling the children of God
By PAIGE BYRNE SHORTAL
My sons are from Guatemala.
The oldest, but last to arrive, adopted at age 10, has moved to
Chicago. Hes a man now with a face that came off a Mayan tapestry.
Hes gorgeous, at least it seems so to his many women friends. The other
two are 19 and 16 and live with us here in middle Missouri. They attend a small
junior college where they are the only brown faces in the student body.
On the morning of Sept. 12, they gathered on our bed -- something
they havent done for years -- and we read the headlines together. I
broached the subject of what is now widely known as profiling and
asked them if they had thought about what they would do if their classmates
were suspicious of them. Sixteen is pretty Mayan-looking, too, but Nineteen
could be from the Middle East. And here, brown is just foreign, and
to some folks, foreign is bad.
Weve already talked about that, Mom.
I told them I wouldnt want them to treat the suggestion that
they might be from Iraq or Afghanistan as if it were an insult. If they were
Arabs, they would be lovely Arabs, as most Arabs are.
It hasnt been too bad. Nineteen has endured some kidding,
asked if he has a bomb in his backpack. He has adopted a sardonic response that
includes something like, Get a geography lesson -- Im from
Guatemala -- thats in Central America, if you dont know.
But it makes a mom think.
Profiling is nothing new. I do it all the time. In my old urban
neighborhood, if I was walking down the street alone I was much more likely to
be cautious if an African-American man approached than if an elderly white
woman did so. An elderly white woman could do a lot of damage with a handgun,
but I was more alert around African-American men. Racist? I guess. But a child
of my experience.
That doesnt mean I dont want African-American folks in
my neighborhood and, in fact, now living in all-white rural Missouri (and, no,
we didnt move here to get a way from them), I sometimes have
to hit the city just to get a diversity fix.
I profile out here, too. For a long time I treated stay-at-home
women as perhaps a little less than educated. Or folks with slight, drawlish
accents as though they wouldnt think too deeply about substantial
matters. I learned. Im still learning.
Some profiling is legal, too, and we take it for granted. Take a
look at our car insurance bills. Two male drivers under 25 make quite a dent in
the old wallet. Married is safer than single. Life insurance is cheaper for
older women than older men. Just statistics, you might say, but what else is
profiling? Most teenage boys dont have wrecks. Most African-American men
wouldnt think of bothering me on the street. And most Middle Eastern
folks wouldnt dream of being a terrorist.
I dont know what the answer is. Im glad I live in a
country where discrimination -- most discrimination -- is illegal. I wonder if
the best thing isnt full disclosure by everyone. When I fly next time, I
want to see the contents of the Middle-Eastern guys suitcase -- and the
suitcases of everybody else.
Reminds me of our grade school children. One little girl, Shannon,
has cancer, and after chemotherapy, she lost her hair and wears hats. The kids
started selling Shannon hats -- yellow ones with smiley faces --
and they all wear them. Kind of a solidarity thing.
Perhaps in solidarity with good people of every race and nation we
should show we have nothing to hide -- in our suitcases or in our lives.
But of course, then we have to live that way, with nothing to
hide. And maybe thats the best way to live. It wont guarantee us
safety. But it might keep us honest.
Paige Byrne Shortal is a pastoral associate in a parish in
rural Missouri. Her e-mail address is pbs@fidnet.com
National Catholic Reporter, November 16,
2001
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