(Inspired by Beverly DiAngelo’s About Me.)
I grew up middle class and mostly white in the American West, nearly unconscious of my race privilege and class oppression. My mother’s Oklahoma-born father said we were part Indian, but my mother’s recent DNA test did not confirm this.
Regardless, I grew up uneasy, in country seized by the U. S. military, mined and ever-more ‘developed’—a sunny, semi-settled, blatantly inequitable colony of a distant, addled empire, with warplanes often ‘training’ overhead and bombing ranges and intercontinental nuclear missile silos in most directions, beyond innumerable barbed-wire fences.
Crop-dusters rained poisons down on rectangles of what had once been (and would be again) desert, plowed with unsustainable machines, flooded with ancient water pumped from ever deeper wells. Elsewhere, in places utilized by people for more than twelve millenia, ‘wildernesses’ had been declared, to be spared this overt abuse, to exonerate us.
Only recently have I become slightly aware of how I/we was/am were/are socialized to collude with colonialism/racism; have I begun to explore my own multiple locations; how they function together to hold these short-sighted, destructive convictions in place.
Books I appreciate and recommend:
and anything by Ursula K. LeGuin
or N.K. Jemisin (especially The Broken Earth trilogy)
There’s also these 24 books!
As well as: