I wish to thank Tiffany Johnson for the vulnerability she displayed in her April 18 commentary "The white family at Lake Minnetonka and words unspoken." I really felt her anxiety and discomfort; I have felt the same thing sometimes when encountering Black people (I'm white). I wonder if they will hate me because of my skin color and what's going on around town. I feel anxious about greeting them in the event they may display anger toward me (Lord knows they have a right to totally mistrust and dislike white people). And I too feel upset if/when I assume such things about them and don't treat them like I would any white person.
My discomfort, I think, comes partly from my sense of humiliation that my ancestors weren't willing to improve this gap between the races. But am I doing anything better? I hope so, but it will never seem like enough. However, the next time I encounter Black people around town, I will think of you, Ms. Johnson, and will be the one who takes the "risk" of stepping up to greet another human being. God bless you and your family.
Gloria Karbo, Minneapolis
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Thank you, Tiffany Johnson for your essay. You put words to your feelings, and those words resonated strongly and poignantly with me.
Two points in particular stuck with me. First was the fact that you were bothered that you had seen the white family as "racist, or at least responsible for the awkward moment." I love that this bothered you. Then you named the white family's fear, not of "Black people, but fear from shame." I love that you recognized this. You spoke my heart when you wrote those words.
Janny Gothro, Edina
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I read your lines, Ms. Johnson, and looked for an uplifting message, and in the end found one. That being that you found some peace with the occurrence.
It was not the message I wanted, but that probably means I will remember it longer. And I know I shouldn't judge, but, somehow, I feel like the family that was there should've said something. How hard would it have been to say, "How are you fine people this morning?"
We are people, all of us. Different in our traditions, but then so would a white Russian or French family have been different in that regard. Yet I feel like the "hellos" would've come to such people, and if an awkward exchange ensued after that, so what?
I traced my grandfather's DNA through National Geographic's Genographic Project, not to learn the country my family most recently came from but where it originated. My family walked out of Africa, near Kenya, 65,000 years ago, and headed north through the Middle East. A branch swung toward China and died out, and another branch eventually swung over to the Sápmi region above Norway and Sweden where the Sámi people live. The process stops tracing the line there 5,000 years ago.