The way Conley describes his parents makes me think that even though alone they could be handicapped with these idiosyncrasies in New York City , together they probably made a great pair. For example, Ellen was fearful enough about the environment that she encouraged her kids to develop a “street wise” mentality while living there. Conversely, their dad was able to block out unpleasantness and remain calm and sensible even in difficult situations.
Chapter four starts off talking about the national Head Start program which is a federal program that offers breakfast, a snack and lunch five days a week during the school year to kids between the ages of 2-5. Both Dalton Conley and his sister Alexandra are participants in this program and it’s here both children learn they are different from the majority of people they live with in that they are white, not black.
When my daughter Alyssa was five she wanted a Barbie doll. At the time she had a short bob haircut and we searched and searched for a Barbie that had a hairstyle like her’s. We never found one so rather than make her feel like only pretty girls had long blond hair, I found a Barbie and cut the hair like Alyssa’s. Problem solved.
But this concept of what is beautiful is still being defined by the media and packaged in a similar way. A beautiful woman is still considered to be someone that’s thin with long hair and large breasts when in reality beautiful women come in all shapes and sizes.
Oh, what a sad story about the barbie! I didn't realize that little black girls felt that white barbies were superior to black ones. I do think advertising is a bit more sensitive to that issue these days but I agree with you that the media is still very shameful in this regard.
ReplyDeleteRe the mindset that if poor people were neater and cared about the appearance of their environment, poverty would go away: that attitude really burns me. It smacks of elitism and condescension. I grew up in a very poor family. Our rented housing was always neat as a pin, even with 4 kids and a chronically ill mother. My parents even took money needed for other things and used it to buy and sow grass seed (and made us stay off the play yard for what seemed like eons) to try to spruce up the appearance of the yard at one place we lived. Many of our neighbors were also obsessed with having clean houses and "nice" stoops. I suspect that is because this was the only arena where they had some control in their precarious lives. Letting one's living space "go" is a sign of depression, brought about by poverty, and is not the cause of it, in my humble opinion.
ReplyDeleteYour description of how each of the parents responds to where they live is interesting. I think there is also a difference in how men and women respond to environmental surroundings because of their sex. Women seem programmed to pick up clues of danger in an environment especially if they are in the mother role and are in charge of protecting the children. It appears the mother was too paranoid and the Dad not as engaged because he perceived no threat. Two people with completely different responses to their environment.
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