It wasn’t the racist emails that bothered Issac J. Bailey.
Well, they bothered him — it was just that being a Black columnist for The Sun News, in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, he accepted that he’d get hateful messages.
It was his well-intentioned white colleagues who he found more exhausting.
“I actually stopped writing about race for several weeks just to see if I would get a tap on the shoulder from my white colleagues,” Bailey says. “And as soon as I wrote about race once in two weeks I would get those questions from them about ‘why was I actually spending so much time on race?'”
It’s one of the stories in Bailey’s new book of essays, Why Didn’t We Riot? A Black Man in Trumpland. It was a painful book for Bailey to write. Not that he has a hard time writing, as a journalist and college professor — more that he had long been suppressing his anger about being a Black man in America.
“Mainly because I never wanted to feel like what I feel now,” Bailey says. “And it is a combination of my anger and a deep sense of betrayal, frankly, because it hurts so much to actually deal with these issues, especially with the people whom I loved for such a long time.”
On the idea of black guilt
At least I know for me, I have spent so much of my time and energy over so many years essentially trying to defend white people, at least like against charges of racism, et cetera, because we have to pray together, laugh together, which is all great and wonderful. But, though, you see folks like that really openly embrace bigotry, racism, which is coming from the White House. Going back through my own family’s history, we’ve actually had prisoners in our family that made us shameful. And so, therefore, I’ve seen somebody turn that shame into the sort of need to try to cleanse ourselves by going the extra mile, in order to defend our white friends and associates.
On his definition of “riot”
I don’t mean looting. I don’t mean actually breaking out windows, like, all those other things. What I’m talking about is like this kind of a communal scream, in which we don’t let things go back to normal, at least until we have fully gotten real change. So what I mean by that, for me, it is about making things too sort of uncomfortable to hold on to the status quo.
On whether this summer’s protests might be that communal scream
At least for me, the heartening thing about it is that this has not gone away yet. That’s the kind of action that we need, and also that it needs to continue. And honestly, it almost felt trippy, especially when, like, you’ve been beating your head against a brick wall for such a long time. And then you finally see cracks — that can be energizing. And it was almost scary as well. Even what’s positive change, like, there is stress simply because it is something new, it feels strange. Like, I’m not saying that that is something that should stop us. I am saying that that is evidence of a real change finally, possibly being here. Which is a good thing.
On how it feels to talk about these issues
I feel naked. Yes, I feel exposed. And also I am really exhausted, but I am not worn out. I am also very honest in the book about my own brokenness, and that I tell those kind of stories simply because I need other people to know that in our brokenness, there is still greatness there, if we are willing to actually push forward harder together, at least finally on up to truths and not look away, then I think this really is a better day for us.
This story was produced for radio by Mallory Yu and Patrick Jarenwattananon, and adapted for the Web by Petra Mayer