The older I get, the more labels I am acquiring.
When I was young, my father was killed in an accident, and
my mother, sister, brother, and I moved to Winnipeg where my mother’s mother
and all of her siblings lived. Seventy-five years later, if asked where I am
from, I will still answer, “I grew up in Winnipeg, but I am from Basswood.”
This is a post musing about “labels,”
“inner self,” “local,” and “context.”
When I was young, I had a naïve feeling of what it meant to
be “fatherless.” Mostly, it had no daily importance. Except when it came to
registering for things like school, or cubs. And not going to those “father-son”
events that seemed so important.
Later I would also learn that
though I was “fatherless,” I was not – and this was a very good thing – “illegitimate.”
When I was young, I had a naïve feeling that it was
important to know where you were from. I experienced this because in my
neighbourhood, almost no one was “from Winnipeg.” And where you were from meant
something. It was not clear to me how it “meant something,” or why it “meant
something.” But the labels for where you were from all “meant something.” And I
was “from Basswood.”
Later I would also learn that
though I was “from Basswood,” I was not – and this was a very good thing – “Polish,”
“Jewish,” “Italian,” “Ukrainian,” or “from Toronto.” (Note: Actual labels have
not been used.)
When I was young, I had a naïve feeling that it meant something
to be a “boy.” It was not clear to me how it “meant something,” or why it “meant
something.” But I learned – through acts of shaming and/or violence – not to
play with girls, not to play like a girl, not to like what girls like, not to
be “girly” in any way – like crying, or being emotional, or being soft.
Later I would also learn that though
I was a “boy,” I was not – and this was a very good thing – “homosexual.”
When I was young, I had a naïve feeling of what it meant to
be “poor.” I didn’t realize it at the time, but this was my first experience of
“privilege,” or the lack thereof. In my neighbourhood, we were all relatively
poor, and were all clear that more money was better.
Later I would also learn that
though I was “poor,” I was not – and this was a very good thing – “lazy.”
For all of my young life, I was naïve about labels. Until,
as a young adult, as an anti-war, university activist, we/I begin to hear about
a new movement, “women’s liberation.” I didn’t realize it at the time, but that
was the beginning of a lifetime of collecting personal identity labels. “Male.”
So that today, in 2024, at the age of 78, my labels are:
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Male (He / Him)
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Cis-gendered
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Heterosexual
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White
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Neuro-normal
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Able
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Settler
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Middle Class
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University Educated
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English Speaking
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Western, First World
As I have aged, I have learned that it is a privilege to not
be aware of privilege. And that whatever thoughts or feelings or responses I
may have to becoming aware of my privilege is also a privilege.
I keep thinking there is
something called “just being a person.” This is privilege-thinking.
In my old age, I keep wondering how do I be happy in the context of all my privileges.
In my old age, I’m very aware of how labels are used to
exert social control: naming used as shaming. The social power of labeling as
status degradation or status empowerment.
In my old age, I’m very aware of how labels replace
individual identity with group identity, which complicates supposed individual
agency / responsibility / integrity / authenticity. What does it mean to be authentically White, for example. Is integrity as a "male" different from "non-binary" integrity, for another example. Or are these questions, also privileged thinking?
In my old age, I’m very aware of the complications of scale. What exactly is an individual/personal morally responsible life in the context of historic and global systems/structures of racism, sexism, homophobia, patriarchy, capitalism, colonialism, etc.? I didn’t ask or choose to be born a boy from Basswood. And I didn’t ask or choose all the privileges / advantages that came with the various discriminations / prejudices / hierarchies / barriers embedded in the culture I grew up in. But as much as I seek to be a trustworthy ally in my personal choices and life, I am very aware that my personal choices have no impact on the systems and structures of privilege.
In my old age, I’m beginning to feel it is naïve to believe
that individual actions – even lots of individuals acting collectively – will have
any lasting effect on historic and global systems/structures. Only historic and
global system/structural changes will have any lasting effect. As an individual, I have
no idea how to get at that scale.
In my old age, I’m beginning to think that – even though the
analysis that produces them is a necessary, good, and helpful thing – simply creating new
labels actually continues and does not correct the harm that labeling does.
Self-understanding and self-affirmation are a good thing. But these are not the
corrective to climate disaster. The challenge of creating historic and global
structures and systems that embody right relationships among all beings is not
achieved through identity politics. What does?