Mr. Brown

I think and I think and I think some more. I observe. Record. Question. Research. Read. Search. Place myself. Remove myself. Try to situate myself then take myself out of the picture, although this is impossible.

As a white, privileged lady in Jamaica, though, I’m realizing my thoughts are best left in my own head, as my own personal quest to figure out race in this country. I have nothing to add except my own privilege, and that is of no help. I can also try to reject the trappings of privilege when possible. That is more difficult. It takes sacrifice and hard work for things to change.

So I’m grateful for essays like this from Kei Miller that explain race in this country. As the mother of two brown children who will likely be “racialized” as indeterminate (to use the language in the essay) I would like to have my eyes and ears open.

I could probably write a whole book about my experiences with race here, moving through all classes, but that voice has been heard enough. Please read the essay if you are at all interested not just in Jamaica’s race issues, but in a world that is based and built on the lie of white supremacy.

4 thoughts on “Mr. Brown

  1. Here in the 70s , a wonderful period to live thru in Ja ( it’s why I’m still here!) people would at times call out ‘pork’ or ‘trenton’ as I stood at the bus stop … (your hubby can translate Trenton!) it’s really interesting to experience how race has worked and changes thru the decades in Ja!

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  2. I am the mother of a grown up “brown” child. And as one half of a “mixed race” couple, I am to this day aware of the way in which my husband and I are treated differently – in Jamaica as well as elsewhere.

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