White Privilege and a Career as a Children’s Author

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She is my cousin and a dear friend, someone I love very much.  And she was defending me as part of the support for her argument.

We had tumbled into a conversation about Black Lives Matter, specifically about the term “white privilege,” which offended her.  I have heard the same from some other white friends.  The one whose response speaks to me most clearly is Jewish, and surely her life has not been one of “white privilege,” whatever the tint of her skin.  Yet I believe hearing it said does have a way of opening eyes.

When I said so, my cousin protested, “Don’t you see how it denigrates all the hard work you have done to get where you are?  It suggests everything was just handed to you because you are white.”

We ended the conversation disagreeing amicably, but I kept thinking about what she said.  “It suggests everything was just handed to you because you are white.”

It took me a while to realize how true that is.  Not everything, maybe, but a great deal.

Yes, I have worked hard.  I still do.  And my hard work has much to do with where I am now in my career as a children’s writer.  I haven’t just learned how to write one thing and then kept doing it.  I have explored.  I have stretched.  I have tried and failed and tried again.  The failures don’t show when you look at my publication record, but they are there, tucked away in my computer . . . and in my heart.

And yet for all the hard work, for all the mix of success and failure, I know that my being white has always given me a leg up.

I began publishing in 1976, and if in 1976 I had been black and writing the kind of deeply interior stories that are given to me, who would have published them?  Stories about being a black child in a world hostile to black children?  If I had the literary chops of a Virginia Hamilton, maybe, but I’m not Virginia Hamilton.  And if some brave publisher had taken me on, who would have then purchased my books after they found their way into the world?

(I once heard a Midwestern children’s book-store owner say, “We put books with a black child on the cover on the shelf, and they stay on the shelf until we send them back to the publisher.”  Of course, the reasons for that are various, for one that too many whites don’t see a story about a black child as being of interest to, appropriate for their white children.  For another that history has taught blacks not to expect to find anything relevant to their children on the shelves of a book store.)

And beyond the reality that forty years ago black writers had little chance of finding publication another even starker reality looms.  I have achieved what success I have, the publication of just over 100 books, because I was given the profound privilege of time in which to develop my craft.

I was married and the mother of two young children when I decided to turn my desire to write into the actual work of writing.  And all I had to do was make the decision and then work to implement it.  My then husband was a clergyman.  His salary was pretty limited as clergy salaries tend to be.  But it covered our family’s needs well enough that I could forego salaried work to tackle my unlikely dream.

Even today, when publishers are, presumably anyway, more open to writers of color that is the privilege that keeps too many from even tapping at the gate, let alone storming it.  You have to be able to work for a long time, for most of us it takes years, without earning anything at all before you have a chance of entering the ranks of published writers.  And while there are plenty of white people these days for whom taking that kind of time to develop a skill is a profound challenge, certainly many more than when I was young, there are even more people of color who haven’t the time or the energy or the heart at the end of a long day of surviving to explore a career as a writer.

I wish writers of every hew could be discovered on the basis of merit and supported while they find their stories, develop their craft, polish their work to a fine glow.  If only we could go back to the time when kings chose their own personal artists and musicians and paid for them to live and create.  I suppose, though, there were problems with that system, too.  We’ll never know how many talented artists and musicians never came to the attention of a king.

Would I give up the privilege that made my career possible if I could return in time to do so?  Of course, not.  But now my career plays out its final years in a different time, one when the pendulum of attention, at least to already published work, has swung to the side of people of color.  And I step back, in my privileged whiteness, and say, “At last!”  and “Hurrah!”

I only wish the swing of that pendulum could reach those who aren’t getting a chance to discover what they can create.

8 thoughts on “White Privilege and a Career as a Children’s Author

  1. Mary Casanova

    Marion, thank you again for your heartfelt comments and insight. Coming from a patriarchal and religious white family with seven brothers, I remember how I struggled to believe I had a right to be a writer. I fought hard to claim my writing dream and yes, worked hard–and still work hard–to make a writing career a reality. I’m proud of that fledgling writer in me who had the courage to try, to give voice to hard truths, and I’m proud of the writer in me now who still doesn’t give up when the path is difficult.

    All that said, I admit I was born with many advantages. I’m humbled by “white privilege” when I think of others who start with life stacked against them. I’m humbled by good health when I think of others who struggle with physical challenges and chronic pain. I’m humbled by so much in my life that I was simply born into genetically as a blue-eyed, Scandinavian-American. Change my skin color at birth and my path through life would have been vastly different. Maybe I would have become an writer, but maybe not.

    For me, acknowledging “white privilege” is about recognizing born-into-advantages that have nothing to do with my personal effort. That’s a good reality check.

  2. Carleen M. Tjader

    You have written an honest assessment of the advantages of white privilege. I, too, acknowledge that in all parts of my own life, however uncomfortable it may make others of my race.
    It is encouraging to see more and more picture books that look like all the children who read them.

    1. Marion Dane Bauer Post author

      That is encouraging, Carleen. When my children were 5 and 7, nearly half a century ago, I had a beautiful two-year-old African-American foster child, and I was astonished, when reading her the same books I had read my own two blond children to realize that she wasn’t represented in any of them. And then we wondered why books didn’t find advocates outside of the dominant culture!

  3. Deb Miller

    Well said, Marion Dane Bauer, and one more reason to admire your work—another profound article on white privilege and inherent racism is Ta-Nehisi Coates’s in the October 2017 issue of The Atlantic. On politics, not writing, but enlightening indeed to white democratic liberals—takes the concept of white privilege to a much deeper internal level of understanding.

  4. Vicki Reutter

    There are some wonderful (diverse) authors making their way up, and testing their chops as you did. I think the talent pool is growing by leaps and bounds with a concerted effort to open doors for young writers. I also think there are more opportunities now, in creative commons-type venues. I just love Rita Garcia Williams, Angela Johnson, Angie Thomas, Jason Reynolds, Nicola Yoon, and others. I remember the 1970’s well, as you mentioned, when there was only Virginia Hamilton and Mildred Taylor. Toni Morrison was just making a name in the adult world with The Bluest Eye and it was such a powerful story, but I wasn’t allowed to have it in my high school library. I’m retired now, and from my college Children’s Lit gig, as well, this semester, and am getting sentimental. I honed my booktalking skills on On My Honor, and am happy to discover your blog!

    1. Marion Dane Bauer Post author

      Yes, Vicki, there are many wonderful diverse authors not just making their way up but hitting top awards these days. And to a considerable extent my remarks were aimed at white authors who lately have been complaining of being overlooked because they are white. I do think fine writers of color are being looked at more closely these days, and it is a mild preferring that is long overdue.


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