"inscrutable."
Jun. 6th, 2010 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So I read Madeleine L'Engle's A Severed Wasp yesterday... that was a mistake. I'm still coming to terms with the inescapable whiteness of some of my favorite childhood authors. It's an exhausting process.
I'm still sick and this heat is making me cranky as well as tired, so I won't attempt a full takedown of the fuckery in this particular book today, but I do want to say something about this line in particular: When he was on his feet he looked down at her, his face as inscrutable as Oriental faces are supposed to be, and, she was sure, intentionally so.
(Look, it's an older book, it was published in the eighties, I've come to expect a certain level of non-awareness. I KNOW. But I am still going to say FUCK THIS SHIT, because it is not a defense.)
I don't know how exactly we got this reputation for inscrutability and I'm not sure I care to, because honestly? None of my guesses are pretty. If you're too busy staring at my ~exotic~ skin tone and features to actually read what's in my face and body language or listen to the words coming out of my mouth, I don't want to know, and I also don't want to know you. (This is not a speculative example.)
I balk at expressing/having to express my emotions in exactly the same ways a white person would; I balk at the assumption that if I express my emotions my way and at a time and place of my choosing, they are incomprehensible. I balk at the assumption that white people should have access to all of my emotions, that I should put on public display that which is private, and mine alone. I balk at the mean and vengeful POC trope that means that when I express my rage, I am scary, and all of the circumstances that lead me to bite my tongue- so often, in fact, that when I finally hit a breaking point and say something, people ask me "but why are you so angry?" This, when as it is, I bite my tongue less- but more strategically- than I used to, and with more explanation.
I balk at having to lay out the details of my personal history in order to have the right to anger; I balk at the fact that these details are so often mundane and yet remain invisible to the white gaze. I balk at the fact that speaking up so often becomes an all-or-nothing game.
If you cannot see below the surface level, or recognize that there is anything beneath the surface level; if you cannot read our faces or listen to our voices; if you cannot empathize with our emotions or reach within yourself for understanding, and thus decide we are "inscrutable"- it is not my problem, not a fault in those who share my skin or chromatic status. The disconnect lies in what you, who are on the outside looking in, are looking at; what you have trained yourself to see and not see.
I'm still sick and this heat is making me cranky as well as tired, so I won't attempt a full takedown of the fuckery in this particular book today, but I do want to say something about this line in particular: When he was on his feet he looked down at her, his face as inscrutable as Oriental faces are supposed to be, and, she was sure, intentionally so.
(Look, it's an older book, it was published in the eighties, I've come to expect a certain level of non-awareness. I KNOW. But I am still going to say FUCK THIS SHIT, because it is not a defense.)
I don't know how exactly we got this reputation for inscrutability and I'm not sure I care to, because honestly? None of my guesses are pretty. If you're too busy staring at my ~exotic~ skin tone and features to actually read what's in my face and body language or listen to the words coming out of my mouth, I don't want to know, and I also don't want to know you. (This is not a speculative example.)
I balk at expressing/having to express my emotions in exactly the same ways a white person would; I balk at the assumption that if I express my emotions my way and at a time and place of my choosing, they are incomprehensible. I balk at the assumption that white people should have access to all of my emotions, that I should put on public display that which is private, and mine alone. I balk at the mean and vengeful POC trope that means that when I express my rage, I am scary, and all of the circumstances that lead me to bite my tongue- so often, in fact, that when I finally hit a breaking point and say something, people ask me "but why are you so angry?" This, when as it is, I bite my tongue less- but more strategically- than I used to, and with more explanation.
I balk at having to lay out the details of my personal history in order to have the right to anger; I balk at the fact that these details are so often mundane and yet remain invisible to the white gaze. I balk at the fact that speaking up so often becomes an all-or-nothing game.
If you cannot see below the surface level, or recognize that there is anything beneath the surface level; if you cannot read our faces or listen to our voices; if you cannot empathize with our emotions or reach within yourself for understanding, and thus decide we are "inscrutable"- it is not my problem, not a fault in those who share my skin or chromatic status. The disconnect lies in what you, who are on the outside looking in, are looking at; what you have trained yourself to see and not see.
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Date: 2010-06-06 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-06 06:13 pm (UTC)My dad likes to refer to himself as "an inscrutable Oriental" (non-ironically) & it just kills me.
I read a fantasy novel a few months ago that was lauded for having a lot of POC cultures in it (& was by a POC), but the culture that was supposed to be faux-Asian (someone referred to someone of that culture as being "slant-eyed" or something like that) was also described as being "inscrutable." AUGH. And this book came out, like, two years ago.
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Date: 2010-06-06 06:35 pm (UTC)I wish these stereotypes would DIAF. They're damaging enough coming from the mouths of others, but to have them repeated so often that they become embedded in our psyches- that's maddening, and saddening, and just... ugly. :(
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Date: 2010-06-06 06:16 pm (UTC)in fact, that when I finally hit a breaking point and say something, people ask me "but why are you so angry?" This, when as it is, I bite my tongue less- but more strategically- than I used to, and with more explanation.
Oh, yes. I'm always like (at least in my head), "You haven't even seen angry yet," (but if you keep going down this road of perpetuating racism, you will).
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Date: 2010-06-06 06:38 pm (UTC)Yeah, I saw it in the library and was like more L'Engle! it's been a while! but um, hello, disappointment. (Although now that I think back on it, A Swiftly Tilting Planet wasn't unproblematic either, as much as I loved it as a kid. D:)
Hahaha, exactly. I'm always thinking "oh, please, if I am THAT angry, you will know it. Without a doubt!"
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Date: 2010-06-06 09:32 pm (UTC)Yeah. The sad thing is, I remembered reading a book she wrote about racial tensions in the USian South (which I'm now wary of rereading, given this and another book of hers I borrowed), so I figured it was okay to give some more a shot despite the problematic race stuff in some of the Murry books.
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Date: 2010-06-07 03:29 am (UTC)This!
And if we're not inscrutable, we're "polite" (sometimes implying superficiality) or "angry". There's no winning.
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Date: 2010-06-07 01:54 pm (UTC)&hearts!
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Date: 2010-06-07 03:11 pm (UTC)The inscrutability of our faces is what makes us so exotic and mystical and tricksy, wot?
The thing is that while my oriental face might be inscrutable, my white friend just plays it (her emotions) close to her chest. As you rightly point out, there's so much history and culture accumulation behind a simple sentence. Deliberately inscrutable? Why can't it just be that white people don't know how to read our faces because they've culturally othered our faces and bodies(even those of us who have spent all our lives here) for generations and never bother to learn what we looked like when we were thinking?
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Date: 2010-06-07 03:54 pm (UTC)Seriously, right? (And exotic, heh- another word I would be more than happy never to see used anywhere again. Exotic to whom, for one??)
Clearly we Asian people are not SMRT enough to have Thoughts of our own, or we are so robotically supergenius that our "thinking" looks exactly like computer processing, or something?! GAG.
Linked here by, erm, someone....
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Date: 2010-06-08 01:27 am (UTC)It's getting to the point where I don't even like it when Asians refer to themselves as Oriental because they think it "sounds more exotic". I don't look inscrutable. Apparently, I just look intimidating <3
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Date: 2010-06-08 03:23 am (UTC)Great rant.
Date: 2010-06-08 02:53 am (UTC)Re: Great rant.
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Date: 2010-06-08 06:35 pm (UTC)I have been known to mutter "Oriental? You mean rugs?" (British usage, at least early in the 20th century, seems to have been that anything east of Greece was "Oriental." This got rather confusing...)
I suspect inability to read faces is inability, not unreadability, but I'm a bit cranky this morning.
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Date: 2010-06-08 07:07 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2010-06-13 01:48 am (UTC)In high school, people used to tell me that I was "hard to read" and that I seemed "emotionally repressed", and I took this to be evidence of my personal failure to communicate properly. It didn't occur to me until much later just how much of their assumptions about me were due to my race and ethnicity rather than my actual personality or social skills.
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Date: 2010-06-13 03:38 am (UTC)Also, augh, this so much.
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Date: 2010-06-14 11:23 pm (UTC)I balk at the assumption that white people should have access to all of my emotions, that I should put on public display that which is private, and mine alone.
Exactly.
his face as inscrutable as Oriental faces are supposed to be,
Date: 2010-06-22 03:22 pm (UTC)riiiiiiiiight. inscrutable. Orientals.
why not writing "because of my scrutable, innate western-white low level of EQ, I could not read that non-caucasian person".
this ranks about the same as questions, that most of us probably had to face our entire life such as from white folks : ohhh you speak English/German/French/whatever soooooooooooo well, how did you learn that?!??!.