Stop it. It’s not woolly. Nobody gets woolly. Women get weary, they don’t get woolly. Nobody’s got stress, they’re wearing a dress. God damn I hate people that get the words wrong.
— Crash Davis (Kevin Costner) to Ebby Calvin ‘Nuke’ LaLoosh (Tim Robbins) on Nuke’s mangled rendition of Try a Little Tenderness in Bull Durham
Words. Throughout human history words have had power. By naming things, people claim power over them; indeed, some Romany (Gypsy) traditions provide for members of a given tribe or community to have a name they use within the community and a name they give to outsiders. Courtland Milloy doesn’t understand the power of words. Indeed, he doesn’t understand words at all despite the fact that he’s a professional journalist.
Writing about the Project Implicit black-white race bias test at Harvard University (take it; it’s interesting) and his own results in his column in today’s Washington Post Milloy gives us this:
“Your data suggest a strong automatic preference for Black relative to White,” the summary of my test results said.For some readers, no doubt, this is confirmation — if any was needed — that I am a “reverse racist.”
Let’s say up front that Courtland Milloy is a black man. Now let’s pause for a moment while we consider the fact that as a black man in America, sadly, Milloy should be intimately familiar with the definition of racism. As a writer and a journalist, Milloy should know that by denotative defintion reverse racism can’t exist. How do you reverse something that has no inherent direction?
It may be that because of his personal experience with racism, Milloy believes that the connotative definition restricts the defintion of racism to “discrimination for whites and against blacks.” I’d ask, then, how Milloy would explain the discrimination that arabs, hispanics, and east Asian people face without using the word racism?
Words are important. How we use them matters because when we use them wrong people get the wrong idea about what we mean. They make judgements based on false conclusions.
My punishment for Courtland Milloy is not that he should lose his job, nor is it that he should be hit across the back of the head with my beloved, compact-OED. No, I imagine something far worse: lingo.
Courtland Milloy should be forced to sit through several hours of meetings where people proactively respond to information presented in a granular matrix while deciding which issues are online and which should be discussed out of pocket.
Yes, I know. I’m evil.
And as a side note, I finally heard Jeb Bush speak yesterday. Can someone explain to me why Jeb speaks with basically no accent and his brother W opens his mouth and sounds just like a down-home, good ‘ole boy? And which one of them is faking it?
Although the content of the younger Bush brother’s speech sometimes gives me the creeps, his voice is quite palatable. Yet the minute Dubyah comes on the air, I am forced to do all sorts of potentially dangerous things to evade it… same thing went for his dad.
Something that might shed light on the subject is this: I have a friend raised in eastern Texas, and she sounds a lot like Ashley Judd. She has a sort of softening of her speech, though occaisionally, like all Texans, “y’all” does creep in now and then. She sounds nothing like Dubyah. And if you listen to his early speeches or his debate with Ann Richardson when he was challenging her for the Governor’s seat, he actually sounds reasonably well-bred and intelligent… who would you say is faking?
I’m thinking the down home George W. accent is just as much as a affectation as his campaign stops in cowboy boots. The richer classes (of which he definately belongs) tend to frown upon accents as “common” as far as I can tell.