Some books never stop teaching what needs to be taught. Noam Chomsky’s American Power and the New Mandarinsis one of those books. So is Elaine Pagel’s The Gnostic Gospels. Hannah Arendt’s The Origins of Totalitarianism is another. And Naomi Klein's Shock Doctrine is one more. I’ve read dozens of books that struck me that way and I’ve just finished another—Colson Whitehead’s The Underground Railroad. I don’t expect everyone who reads Whitehead’s wonderful novel about slavery and an actual, tangible underground railroad (complete with real engines, engineers, train stations and on-time problems) to come to the same conclusion about the book that I did, but, maybe.
Whitehead is relentlessly effective at portraying the myriad ways individual slaves and freemen struggled with slavery and white supremacism. They endure it, of course, evade it, escape it, always compromise with the pervasive reality of it, and frequently succumb to it. Only rarely do the white people they encounter show them a human face. Rarer still are the white folks who offer assistance of any sort and many of those falter at crucial moments, undone by their own privilege, weakness, fear, guilt and past histories of sordid compromise.
Cora and Caesar and Royal and every other African American in the book must navigate a world dominated by monumental cruelty, by the abuse of slave masters and slave catchers and a collection of white folks who benefit from African American misery and who also conspire in varying degrees in the work of maintaining and prolonging that misery. As it happens, even black folks born free and living in the north must reckon with white supremacy. They lived with a continuing message of jeopardy based on skin color, and had to exercise regular caution against being snatched by rogue slave catchers operating in the north. Free, but not enfranchised, they were aware that if they were captured, judges and others with the power to intervene on their behalf were likely to stand aside, if not conspire, in their misfortune.
None of this should come as a surprise to anyone even remotely familiar with the history of slavery and every other guise white supremacy has assumed in the 150 years since the Civil War—the southern counterattack on Reconstruction, Jim Crow and the criminalization of blackness, lynching and white terror attacks on black communities, segregation and discrimination, and mass incarceration and the New Jim Crow. But the lessons are there in The Underground Railroad and the seeds of the relentless and continuing oppression of African Americans are foreshadowed in the story the book tells.
The traumas associated with slavery and blackness serve to highlight the indomitable qualities of the slaves, runaways and freemen who nevertheless survived, who sought and built community, who rebuilt when those communities were decimated and who managed to find joyful relief in transient experience. The whole range of reactions that traumatized human beings display are fundamental elements in the world Whitehead has created; one in which misery, brutality and murder were the norm, and intelligence, grit, strength and endurance were frequently not enough to survive. The strong fall right next to the weak. People are brought down by the weight of experience. Often, they go mad. Sometimes, tortured beyond human endurance, they cooperate with the masters and collaborate in the awful violence.
That, too, is a story we already know and understand. But the most human thing about all of us is that nothing we claim to already understand should assure us that we know all we need to know about racism in America, especially if we are white and have the privilege of forgetting what we know, of ignoring how we have benefited from the exploitation of others, of the ways whiteness exempts us from facing up to ugly truths about ourselves and our world. What we need to know, what we may have already learned once or twice, we need to learn again, over and over, until knowing becomes like breathing, and those of us with privilege in our DNA are moved to absolute solidarity with the people who do not share that heritage.
Forty acres and a mule will only begin to repair the damage that white supremacy has perpetrated. It may be that the feeling that one has done right in moving beyond privilege is not enough, but it strikes me that a world in which equal justice is the foundation of life will be richer and more rewarding for every last one of us. Colson Whitehead’s book is a good place to begin our reeducation. We should get started. The reading list is long. So is the to-do list that comes with it.
