From The Asian Reporter, V26, #2 (January 18, 2016), pages 6 & 7.
Remixing Portland, 2016
In River City right now, about half of our school kids go home to ethnic
minority families, but no one needs to panic. This presents us with all kinds of
upsides. Among them: Getting Portlanders untangled from Portlandian — that
lingua franca of commonly held attitudes and idiom. The one shared among many
who’ve given us our nationally envied scores for neighborliness, for
transportation alternatives, and of course, for cool environmental stewardship.
And while there are good reasons why good Portlanders speak how we do —
Monkey Year 2016 is a good year to let some of these habits go. To let them go
wherever no-longer-hip clichés go to relax, tan, reboot.
From the perspective of ethnic-stream families earnestly believing in better
sharing River City’s robust mainstream, there’s a world to be gained by
reforming a few of our idioms in attitude and speech. Take Portland’s smart
urban sarcasm — better than post-modern irony, is old-school sincerity. Simple
optimism works best of all.
A good place to start our Monkey Year is rethinking three stubborn chestnuts:
Portland Polite, Portland White, and Portland PC.
You’ve heard it said. And not in a good way. It means that I’m not saying
what I’m really feeling. It criticizes an inhibitory social habit that keeps me
from harming another’s dignity. And it preserves our social harmony.
Conflict-adverse is similar critique, also in currency.
Pero here’s another perspective: In most of our Arab and African, Asian and
islander, Russian- and Spanish-speaking neighborhoods, we call this behavior:
Good manners. Civility. Both in our sending nations and right here, kids
learn early that communal harmony matters much more than personal feelings.
Teens or adults not tuned into this expectation, we dismiss as obviously
not-loved-right (not disciplined well) by their moms, aunties, and grandmas.
Polite Portlanders are important. Our city is a colorful blend of communities
determined to integrate us into a global mercado of politics, products, and
ideas. Around our raucous kitchen table, plain-speaking Harry S. Truman is
always welcome, but only if balanced by the gentle Lion of Africa, Nelson
Mandela. Only if jovial Dalai Lama mixes it up too.
While this sounds like an upgrade to, say, Portland Polite 2.0, it’s actually
that plus a return to the way confident and kind Americans talked, not so
long ago. So let’s call this, Portland Polite 3.0.
America’s whitest city! — headlines used to shout. Thank heaven,
mainstream opinion leaders have stopped reporting it and repeating it. Because
it’s not true. Not where we live. Citing tidy U.S. Census Bureau tables does not
make it truer. On our street, no one marks the boxes or licks the stamps on
those government surveys. Our family hasn’t since President Reagan busted
Berlin’s Wall. Not since Michael Jackson’s "Thriller" and Harrison Ford’s antics
in Return of the Jedi. Quite some time. A lot of time without shifting
our official perception of how non-white we are.
Truer is: River City has been a vigorous intersection of many-many nations
for roughly 140 centuries. U.S. Army captains Lewis and Clark paddling up two
centuries ago, did not change the truth of this.
President Jefferson’s Corps of Discovery did, however, put an Anglo-American
POV firmly into place. Into this place. From 1805 forward, our official
narrative has been the English-only version. From that perspective, Portland
White looks right. But where we live, every workday morning, a crazy mix of
brown and black and blue folks pack into my car.
Our foreign-born neighbors (1-in-5 Portlanders, 1-in-4 Beavertonians) did not
happen by sneak attack. Really not. What happened is a history of segregated
POVs. A thick mainstream point of view, paralleled by several ethnic-stream
ones. Proof: Recall any recent instance of a bad intersection between white and
black or brown Portlanders. Replay our irreconcilably contrasting POVs. Our
startlingly different worldviews have been built by Portland planners,
developers, bankers, educators, law enforcers, local media — long segregating
us. Preventing our blending and balancing.
Portland Polite and Portland White are ubiquitous, but not immune to change.
The demographics demand it. We are changing. Our shared ways of perceiving and
speaking are too. There may be a market for an upgrade of P-Town White, but
P-Town White is done. Finito.
The power of Portland Polite & White probably lies in another colloquialism:
Portland PC — an even more problematic putdown, because "political" correctness
denotes behavior at odds with a very core American value.
Portland PC is an allegation that a political expectation, a lame one, is
driving your personal behavior rather than a nobler national ethic. Namely, the
one about standing up to bullies, from King George III forward. And standing
alone, if necessary.
In short, sealing your lips about non-whites and non-straights in your
neighborhood, about women or about workers with physical or mental disabilities
in your office, on threat of official sanction can cause unbearable internal
dissonance. Not getting to speak out about "politically" protected people is
hard. Not standing up to bad government is harder still. Portland PC is a
fundamental affront. Rewriting it is a tougher task than recalibrating Portland
Polite or White.
The rugged and well-armed individualism idealized in our American imagination
— the one manifesting in sincerely felt shouting matches between Republicans and
Democrats — is not likely to diminish in the near term. Neither will Portland PC
(even if muttered under breath). But we won’t always be this way. Our achy
little planet’s perennial human migrations, those inevitable and beautiful
arrivals of peoples and products and ideas right here in River City, will shift
what we say, what we see, indeed who we are. Insh’allaah.
In the context of about 140 centuries of ambitious families living and loving
here, moving in and moving out of here, right here at the confluence of our two
river matriarchs and our grand clockwise sweep of deep blue sea — a note of
disapproval, a bit of ignorance, the bite of sarcasm, don’t mean so much.
Talking nice, acting right, matter a lot more. Ask any grandma, mine or
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