Throwing Grandma under a bus
Wed Mar 19, 2008 at 08:20:15 AM PDT
How many of us have or had a beloved and admired grandparent or great aunt or uncle or even parent who was loving, generous, compassionate, and occasionally used racial and/or ethnic slurs or stereotypes? How is it throwing them "under the bus" to acknowledge that they were a product of their times?
When Obama talked about his grandmother's words hurting him, how is that "throwing her under a bus"? Especially when it was the truth?
I have seen it in my own family....
My grandmother, my wonderful, loving, generous, and sweet grandmother, referred to African Americans as "colored" to her dying day. She was born in Chicago in 1902 and died in Southern California in 1989. She was the second youngest child of a big Irish Catholic family. And in her early 30's she fell in love with a young Jewish man and they got married. The family loved Milton. He was every niece and nephews favorite uncle. My mother's cousins, now all grandparents themselves, still tell her how much they loved her dad and how much their parents loved her dad.
As a child my mom would visit her cousins and hear her beloved aunts and uncles and cousins saying all kinds of blatantly anti-semitic comments and slurs. Just hateful stuff. From people that loved her. And loved her father. One side of her family is anti-semitic while the other side dying in Nazi concentration camps. And on the other side, my grandfather's family in this country did say some pretty hurtful things about their Irish Catholic in-laws, too.
It all hurt mom. What they said hurt her, and yet they were her family. She loved them and was proud of them. She loved the stories of her great grandmother coming to America with her new husband because he was wanted by the British as a leader in Fenian Brotherhood. She had a beautiful cousin just her age in Poland who played the flute.
My mother loved both sides of her family and could no never disown either side.
Obama talking about his grandmother is no different from anyone else telling a story about something that a beloved older relative did that was anything other than perfect. It was a story I think most people can relate to at some level.
And to anyone who feels that mentioning this aspect of family history is like "throwing them under a bus," I would ask, "Why? And how should we deal with aspect of the American experience if we don't talk about it."
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