Just as a preface, I guess this entry is sort of diverging from my topic of inner-city education—so, perhaps I’ll expand my category to “Racial Issues in Education”, since that was, essentially, what I was aiming at in the first place. Now for the entry proper.
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In my 3 1/2 years of education in the English program at GVSU, one of the inviolable rules I have learned is that any dead white male (I want to say “writer” here, but I’ll extend it to include all of them) born before the baby boom is apparently ripe for accusations of racism. And not just the ones you’d think, but the ones who said they were not racists when that was not really the thing to do, like Mark Twain.
When I read that little bit in the article from Thursday, it brought my experiences with Twain. I first read it in sophomore year of high school. My teacher, Mrs. Johnson, told us that is had been challenged because of the use of the n-word, and for not being sufficiently “literary”, but she never said that there were some people who thought it was a racist work because of the way it portrayed Jim (and just so you know, I’m pretty sure that Mrs. Johnson votes Democrat, in case your wondering, and I know somebody is). I first heard this argument in my American Lit 2 class here at GVSU, when my prof contrasted the the way the black character’s in Their Eye’s Were Watching God to the way Jim speaks, praising Hurston’s character’s dialogue and calling Twain’s “possibly racist”. I tried to say something back, but all I could get out was that maybe Jim was supposed to be talking in a way that more accurately reflected the 1830’s, and that this is why he talked the way he did. I read a bit more on it, and I found that, like I said, some people think Jim is essentially a white guy in blackface, a character constructed out of white stereotypes, and that Twain is secretly laughing at him throughout the story. I’m going to admit, I dismissed this argument out of hand: I remembered the scene where Jim realizes his daughter is deaf, and I decided that Twain wasn’t laughing at Jim, and that was that.
Which brings me back to Thursday. I decided to look up Huck Finn again, to refresh myself on the arguments. That was when I found this article by Pulitzer Prize winning author Jane Smiley, who points to a new attack on the book:
The sort of meretricious critical reasoning that has raised Huck’s paltry good intentions to a “strategy of subversion” (David L. Smith) and a “convincing indictment of slavery” (Eliot) precisely mirrors the same sort of meretricious reasoning that white people use to convince themselves that they are not “racist.” If Huck feels positive toward Jim, and loves him, and thinks of him as a man, then that’s enough. He doesn’t actually have to act in accordance with his feelings. White Americans always think racism is a feeling, and they reject it or they embrace it. To most Americans, it seems more honorable and nicer to reject it, so they do, but they almost invariably fail to understand that how they feel means very little to black Americans, who understand racism as a way of structuring American culture, American politics, and the American economy. To invest The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn with “greatness” is to underwrite a very simplistic and evasive theory of what racism is and to promulgate it, philosophically, in schools and the media as well as in academic journals. Surely the discomfort of many readers, black and white, and the censorship battles that have dogged Huck Finn in the last twenty years are understandable in this context. No matter how often the critics “place in context” Huck’s use of the word “nigger,” they can never excuse or fully hide the deeper racism of the novel–the way Twain and Huck use Jim because they really don’t care enough about his desire for freedom to let that desire chance their plans. And to give credit to Huck suggests that the only racial insight Americans of the nineteenth or twentieth century are capable of is a recognition of the obvious–that blacks, slave and free, are human.
So now, the idea attack is on what happens in the story is racist—Twain and Huck don’t really give a crap about Jim, so it’s okay to sort of forget about him while all the really interesting stuff happens. But what’s really pertinent to our discussion here is Smiley’s view’s about what should happen to Huck in the school:
would rather my children read Uncle Tom’s Cabin, even though it is far more vivid in its depiction of cruelty than Huck Finn, and this is because Stowe’s novel is clearly and unmistakably a tragedy. No whitewash, no secrets, but evil, suffering, imagination, endurance, and redemption–just like life. Like little Eva, who eagerly but fearfully listens to the stories of the slaves that her family tries to keep from her, our children want to know what is going on, what has gone on, and what we intend to do about it. If “great” literature has any purpose, it is to help us face up to our responsibilities instead of enabling us to avoid them once again by lighting out for the territory.
I’m only going to argue with Smiley here for a second—arguing is really beside the point here—is that Stowe basically made up Uncle Tom’s Cabin from what she had read about slave experience. Twain, however, wrote from experience. That’s all I’m going to argue about that part.
I don’t believe that Mark Twain was a racist–in fact, I think he was kind of the opposite—but that’s beside the point. I won’t defend the last twelve chapters of Huck Finn—but up till that, as a book, Huck pretty much blows Uncle Tom’s Cabin out of the water in terms of complexity, characterization, and all the other New Critical stuff that is so despised today. Uncle Tom’s Cabin is probably a lot more important historically, and may even present a stronger argument against slavery, but it’s…well, the parts that I’ve read of it are…shall we say, a little maudlin. I’m not going to cite any passages, but yeah, it’s pretty maudlin. Pick it up yourself if you don’t believe me. Uncle Tom’s Cabin is has huge value as a text but not as a book. And I think the fact that Smiley thinks that Tom is superior to Huck as a literary work is really just absurd. Stowe’s message was hugely noble, but about as subtle as a kick in the teeth.
Oh, and if this discussion has piqued your interest, there’s good news: this is really only half of what I wanted to write, but I’m really to tired to continue, so I’ll save the rest for my next post. I guarantee it’ll be a good one.
My Comments
February 1, 2007You can find my three comments here, here, and here. Enjoy.