Spiegel and Grau, 287 pp., $26.00<\/span><\/h4>\n <\/p>\n
The importing of human beings into the US from Africa to be sold as slaves was outlawed in 1808, after which the slave markets of the southern states traded in black people born in America. The rules of New World slavery decreed that a person\u2019s status was derived from that of the mother, not the father. A slave owner\u2019s children by an enslaved woman were, firstly, assets. Neither Frederick Douglass nor Booker T. Washington considered himself mixed-race, because of the one-drop rule that determined how much black blood made a person black. They loathed the thought of their slave-owning white fathers. Douglass never saw his mother\u2019s face in the daylight, because she was always going to or coming back from the fields in the dark.<\/span><\/p>\nWhat outraged white southerners about\u00a0Uncle Tom\u2019s Cabin<\/i>\u00a0was not only that Harriet Beecher Stowe asserted that black people were better Christians than white people; she was also frank about the immorality of the white man\u2019s relations with the black women in his power. But Stowe had as much trouble as Lincoln in imagining the social destiny of mixed-race people who were pink enough in fact to pass for white (a problem central to Mat Johnson\u2019s brilliantly satirical new novel\u00a0Loving Day<\/i>).<\/span><\/p>\nIn his book\u00a0The Negro in American Fiction\u00a0<\/i>(1937), Sterling Brown called James Fenimore Cooper\u2019s Cora Munro in\u00a0The Last of the Mohicans<\/i>\u00a0\u201cthe mother of all tragic mulattoes.\u201d The landfill of American literature includes numerous nineteenth- and twentieth-century novels and plays\u2014by white authors\u2014sometimes condemning, but mostly sorrowing for those racial outcasts who don\u2019t fit in with the black masses but won\u2019t ever be accepted by white society either. \u201cMiscegenation\u201d and \u201cmulatto\u201d are terms of denigration, and the beautiful, doomed mulatto\u2014usually a woman\u2014typically dies after she is exposed before the unsuspecting white man who is about to marry her.<\/span><\/p>\nWilliam Wells Brown wrote his fugitive slave narrative and went on to publish in London in 1853 the first novel by an African-American,\u00a0Clotel; or The President\u2019s Daughter<\/i>. Clotel is the child of Thomas Jefferson by his mulatto housekeeper, a suggestion of the gossip about Sally Hemings in historical black America. In Brown\u2019s first edition, Clotel leaps to her death in the Potomac rather than be taken back into slavery and concubinage. However, her daughter is reunited in France with the blue-eyed black man she had loved when they were both in bondage. In the edition of Brown\u2019s novel published in 1867, Clotel turns down marriage to a white man in order to become a nurse for Union troops.<\/span><\/p>\nBrown named the three possible fates for the mulatto in American literature: death, exile, or renunciation. In the novels of Frances E.W. Harper and Pauline Hopkins, late-nineteenth- century black writers, the black heroines with rosebud mouths who could have passed for white are proud to choose service to their race as teachers over marriage to white men. Black writers were reinterpreting stereotypes.<\/span><\/p>\nIn James Weldon Johnson\u2019s novel\u00a0The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man<\/i>\u00a0(1912), a black man who has succeeded in passing for white his entire life, a widower and successful businessman with children, writes his confession, because denying his true racial identity has cost him his soul. In Nella Larsen\u2019s bleak comedy of manners,\u00a0Passing<\/i>\u00a0(1929), the decision to pass is understood as an individual solution to a mass problem, racial discrimination; but the black woman looking at the reckless acquaintance whose white husband does not know he is married to a black woman does not give her away. Larsen, herself something of a tragic mulatto, had sophistication, but passing as a subject in popular culture was the stuff of melodrama. \u201cOnce a Pancake,\u201d Sterling Brown called his review of Fannie Hurst\u2019s best seller\u00a0Imitation of Life<\/i>\u00a0(1933), which was twice made into a film.<\/span><\/p>\nBy that time passing seemed obsolete. The carnage of World War I undermined Social Darwinism; fear of racial mongrelization seemed extremist as a theme. After all, not every mixed-race person looked white; not everyone was desperate to be white; and much Harlem Renaissance writing stresses the varieties of blackness, the different skin tones on display in the ghetto streets. If either you or the law said you were black, then blackness was a shared condition, no matter how light-skinned you were.<\/span><\/p>\nNevertheless, in 1935, Langston Hughes was hopeful of Broadway success with his play\u00a0Mulatto<\/i>. That old southern problem: What does a white man do with his black son by his beloved mistress now that his son has grown up and refuses to accept his place as a black man? The son kills his father and his mother holds off the lynch mob as her son prepares to kill himself. In novels and plays about passing, effortful attempts are sometimes made to say that these unions had been loving, if socially impossible.<\/span><\/p>\nBut the unions that produced the unhappy offspring have already taken place, offstage. There is a reason Faulkner\u2019s mulatto characters are silent men. Hughes included stories about passing in his collection\u00a0The Ways of White Folks<\/i>\u00a0(1934), but he also dealt with interracial romance, which was daring. Then the Communist Party brought interracial sex into American literature in a way that the libidinous Jazz Age had not, apart from the writings of Jean Toomer. In 1934, the Party\u2019s Harlem branch sent its white male comrades to dancing classes so that the black women would have guys to dance with at Party socials, because the black men got so busy with the white women comrades.<\/span><\/p>\nRichard Wright, Chester Himes, William Gardner Smith, Ralph Ellison, Ann Petry\u2014the immediate postwar generation of black writers, some of whom had served their literary apprenticeships at Party publications\u2014and white novelists such as Lillian Smith and William Styron assaulted the ultimate taboo, writing fictions that concerned interracial intimacy, as a way of challenging the existing social order. To write about interracial love was considered one of the triumphs of American realism; it was seen as telling more of the truth about the black side of things. But for the succeeding waves of black novelists, from James Baldwin and Paule Marshall to Cecil Brown and Andrea Lee, the interracial love affair became a problem of black identity. This happened before black feminist theory in the late 1970s proclaimed the difference between the experiences of black women and white women and therefore helped to usher in the era of identity politics.<\/span><\/p>\nBlack conservatives in the 1990s presented themselves as brave dissenters from a juggernaut black-militant, ghetto-determined definition of blackness. They complained about the conformism of black unity; they demanded that blackness be privatized, so to speak, because what they really didn\u2019t like was the liberalism of a black voting bloc. But they were exploiting a crisis of black youth in integrated classrooms. Who you were supposed to be as a black person in these classes seemed too restrictive of what many felt they now contained.<\/span><\/p>\nThe mixed-race children of the civil rights era and the Second Reconstruction of the 1970s have come of age. Stories about multicultural upbringings and dual heritages have been written for a while now, as autobiography and fiction. The target this time around is not the fantasy of Anglo-Saxon purity, but rather assumptions of black identity. The concerns are sometimes the same as those in the literature about being black and middle-class. What constitutes authentic blackness and who is entitled to say? Race is an unasked-for existentialism.<\/span><\/p>\nIn\u00a0Loving Day<\/i>, \u201cracial patriotism\u201d is just one of the torments that Mat Johnson\u2019s mixed-race narrator must confront. After a considerable absence, Warren Duffy has returned from Wales to his hometown, Philadelphia. Duffy\u2019s mother was black. She died when he was a child. His white father, of Irish descent, has recently died, leaving Duffy a historic but derelict house on seven acres in Germantown, since the 1970s a depressed, mostly black neighborhood.<\/span><\/p>\nDuffy, who looks white, can sound black when he needs to. \u201cPeople aren\u2019t social, they\u2019re tribal. Race doesn\u2019t exist, but tribes are fucking real.\u201d He left behind in Wales a failed marriage and a failed comic book shop\u2014he drew comics himself. He must renovate and sell the Germantown property in order to pay off his former wife, but he also needs a home for the teenage daughter he never knew he had. If he can get her through her last year of high school and into college then he might begin to redeem himself in his own eyes.<\/span><\/p>\nThe girl, Tal, has been passing for white without knowing it, brought up by her Jewish grandfather. Her mother has been dead for years. Duffy hadn\u2019t seen her since they met as high school students. He stopped calling her and never learned she\u2019d gotten pregnant. Tal\u2019s fatally ill grandfather discovers that Duffy is back in Philadelphia. He hands over his granddaughter, who looks less like her maternal cousins the older she gets. \u201cSo, I\u2019m a black. That\u2019s just fucking great. A black.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nIn Wales, Duffy had \u201cnever felt blacker.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t like feeling white. It makes me feel robbed. Of my heritage. Of my true self. Of my mother.\u201d Tal enrolls in an ultra-hippie school for mixed-race students, the M\u00e9lange Center, a collection of trailers squatting in a public park. Duffy, with no prospects as a comic book artist, ends up teaching at the M\u00e9lange Center, which he calls \u201cMulattopia.\u201d He is skeptical about its biracial cultural indoctrination of embracing all of one\u2019s ethnic makeup. \u201cOreos\u201d are black on the outside and white on the inside, but \u201cSunflowers\u201d are yellow and light surrounding a black core:<\/span><\/p>\nThere are mulattoes in America who look white and also socialize as white. White-looking mulattoes whose friends are mostly white, who consume the same music and television and books and films as most whites, whose political views are less than a shade apart from the whites as well. They ain\u2019t here. Those mulattoes whose white appearance matches up with the white world they inhabit, those mulattoes aren\u2019t coming to Mulattopia. The world already fits well enough for them.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\nThose mulattoes who look definitively African American and are fully at home within the African American community\u2014they aren\u2019t here either. Those mulattoes who look clearly black and hang black and are in full embrace of black culture\u2014nope, they\u2019re not here, nowhere to be found. If they were they would denounce this lot of sellouts. I know I would. I can hear them from the place they have in my consciousness.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\nDuffy carries a torch for the black woman who turned him down and married a black policeman instead\u2014until he embarks on a passionate affair with his daughter\u2019s dance teacher, a free spirit, a high yellow like himself. When Duffy meets her other boyfriend, he thinks:<\/span><\/p>\nHe\u2019s probably one of those white guys who think they\u2019re enlightened just because they\u2019ve realized the obvious fact that black women are beautiful. He\u2019s probably one of those white guys who think poking their pink members in black women will somehow cure racism. I don\u2019t trust interracial couples. I don\u2019t even trust the one that made me: I think of who my father was, who my mother was, and have no idea why they first hooked up, let alone fell in love. I don\u2019t know if I\u2019m the by-product of a racialized eroticism or a romantic rebellion of societal norms. I\u2019m fine with mixed-race unions that\u00a0just happen<\/i>, are formed when two people randomly connect. But there are other kinds of interracial couplings with suspect motivation, with connections based on fetishizing of black sexuality, or internalized white supremacy.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\nThe other woman pulling Duffy into the unknown is the older Jewish director of the center itself, \u201cthe great matriarch of the new people.\u201d The loopy faculty and other mixed-race students become less like a substitute family for his daughter in Duffy\u2019s eyes and much more like a cult that will derail her life. He plots a desperate act to save her during celebrations of what the school proclaims as the national holiday of mixed-race Americans, \u201cLoving Day\u201d:<\/span><\/p>\nIn 1958, eighteen-year-old Mildred Jeter got knocked up by her boyfriend, Richard Loving, a family friend six years older than she, and they decided the best thing to do next was get married. They drove up from Central Point, Virginia, to Washington, D.C., because Richard was a white guy and Virginia had a law called the Racial Integrity Act of 1924 that said white people and black people couldn\u2019t get married.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\nSoon after they got back, the police raided their home in the dark of night, hoping to catch them in the act of fucking, because that was illegal too\u2014which is really ironic when you reflect that the God of Virginia is Thomas Jefferson. They were sentenced to a year in prison, but allowed to have that downgraded to probation as long as they agreed to leave the state and never come back. Six years later, sick of not being able to see their family and broke in D.C., they decided to sue the State of Virginia. It took three years for the Supreme Court to rule in their favor, but it did unanimously, and\u00a0Loving<\/i>\u00a0v.\u00a0Virginia<\/i>\u00a0became the case that decriminalized interracial marriage in America.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\nWarren Duffy is irresistible in his masculine vulnerabilities, a seductive loser. The appeal of\u00a0Loving Day<\/i>\u00a0is largely in his tone, the fluency of his despair, his flair as an analyst of race and of himself. \u201cHalf-European. Whiteness\u2014that\u2019s not really something you can be half of. That\u2019s more of an all or nothing privilege, perspective thing.\u201d But the black woman he used to love is someone who has made up her mind about what race is. Any discussion of it would be an attack on her reality. \u201cApparently not just black and white people are sleeping together,\u201d Duffy says of the new mixed-race combos possible in America today. He tells her that black people get uncomfortable when they don\u2019t get to have the final say on race in America, and she warns that he is lost in some \u201ccrazy Oreo shit,\u201d because \u201cquitting blackness\u201d is of no help in a time of crisis, when black boys are being used for target practice by white cops and the prisons are \u201coverflowing with victims of white judgment.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nMat Johnson was born in Philadelphia in 1970. His first novel,\u00a0Drop<\/i>\u00a0(2000), relates a young black commercial artist\u2019s attempt to escape Philadelphia and make a life in England. Johnson himself is of mixed-race parentage. In his second novel,\u00a0Hunting in Harlem<\/i>\u00a0(2003), he tried his hand at mystery writing, his hero an ex-con. In his third,\u00a0Incognegro<\/i>\u00a0(2008)\u2014a graphic novel that he created with the artist Warren Pleece, and based perhaps on the experiences of the head of the\u00a0NAACP<\/abbr>, Walter White\u2014a black reporter in the 1930s light enough to pass for white investigates lynchings down South.<\/span><\/p>\nJohnson wrote a long, lively essay on the brutal suppression of a suspected slave rebellion in eighteenth-century New York,\u00a0The Great Negro Plot<\/i>\u00a0(2007). His previous novel,\u00a0Pym<\/i>\u00a0(2011), is an ambitious response to Edgar Allan Poe\u2019s weird 1838 novel that has black people inhabiting the South Pole,\u00a0The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket<\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\nJohnson is able to interrogate black history. In\u00a0Loving Day<\/i>, the one-drop rule is being undermined, shown to be anachronistic; nevertheless he makes it clear that all black people ought to abide in the ship, as black anti- colonialist societies in Philadelphia in the early nineteenth century opposed to emigration to Africa urged. You could think of Mat Johnson alongside Wesley Brown, Paul Beatty, Colson Whitehead, John Keene, or Percival Everett. To call them black satirists or humorists wouldn\u2019t quite cover it. In their ease with genre and their consciousness that the language they\u2019re after is literary, they descend through the allegory of Ralph Ellison, not the realism of Richard Wright. But they have inherited Wright\u2019s social vision, not Ellison\u2019s. \u201cI know you\u2019re beige, but stay black,\u201d a friend says to Warren Duffy.<\/span><\/p>\nDuffy\u2019s father\u2019s house is haunted. At first, Duffy thinks crackheads are trespassing, but soon Johnson makes it clear that Duffy and a few others have seen the ghosts of the black man and the white woman floating in the air, fucking, \u201cthe first interracial couple.\u201d In the end, Duffy isn\u2019t afraid of them. He sees what they are, were. \u201cJust lovers. Just people.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nIn 1857, Frank J. Webb, a black writer from Philadelphia, published in London\u00a0The Garies and Their Friends<\/i>, a novel about the fortunes of two families, one interracial, the other black. A white planter and his mulatto mistress move for the sake of their children from Georgia to Philadelphia, where racism can be just as violent as in the South. The son who passes for white dies of shame, rejected like a tragic mulatto heroine. His sisters who marry black survive.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n
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