The case of Rachel Dolezal, a white woman who ‘passed’ as black in order to head the Spokane chapter of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP), and teach Africana studies at college, has provoked some anger. Many see her actions as exploitative, and accuse her of taking positions that ought to have gone to black people.
Few seem to want to consider that Dolezal was motivated by empathy, rather than hatred, and that her eccentric behaviour was only an extreme version of the more commonplace sentiment of white guilt. Dolezal’s stepbrother reports that Dolezal brought her ‘son’ (her other stepbrother, of whom she has custody) up to hate white people, and even hated her own whiteness. White guilt is an emotional reaction to racism, but it’s a useless one that addresses the problem only at the level of our own subjective reactions.
According to Freud, guilt, when dwelt upon, is a destructive emotion that, at root, is narcissistic, or self-regarding. It has been a motivation for liberal reformers for more than a century.
Dolezal is not the first person to identify so strongly with black people that she ‘blacked up’. John Howard Griffin disguised himself as black to research and write the book Black Like Me (1961), which was a powerful plea against racism in the American South. Before Griffin, Ray Sprigle, another radical journalist, got a ‘Florida suntan’ and passed himself off as black to write the stories that were later published as In the Land of Jim Crow (1949). Looking at black life through white eyes was an effective way to illustrate the cruelties of race discrimination. (Black Like Me inspired Melvin Van Peebles’ very funny movie Watermelon Man (1970), in which a white racist called Jeff Gerber wakes up to find himself transformed into a black man.)
These journalists were understood to have been inspired by sympathy, but since their ‘passing’ was only temporary, it was not taken amiss. A more troubling case was that of the novelist Daniel Lewis James, who wrote Famous All Over Town (1983), a novel about Mexican-Americans, under the pseudonym Danny Santiago. James was inspired by a strong sense of social justice, and had been blacklisted in the McCarthy era, but it was still unnerving for his readers to discover that his authentic Chicano voice was in fact an act of ventriloquism, and that he was a Yale graduate.