A Perspective On Affirmative Action
Earlier today there was a good (if heated) discussion about affirmative action on my Martin Luther King day tribute post. One of the points repeatedly made by the supporters of affirmative action is that I, as a white male from rural America, won’t ever understand the challenges faced by minority citizens from other parts of the country. My only response to that assertion is: touche. They’re right. I don’t understand what its like to be Asian or black or any other background which is different from my own. I can only attempt to see things from their perspective, and that will never be perfect.
But in the interest of better understanding one another I thought I’d offer a view of affirmative action from a rural white-guy’s perspective.
Pretend, for a moment, that you’re a white male living in Podunk, North Dakota. Your hometown has a population (counting the surrounding farm population) of 2,500 souls. Your high school has 35 seniors in its graduating class. Your family gets by with dad running the family farm and mom working at the cafe in town. Your family is decidedly not-rich. In fact, by most people’s standards they’d be considered poor. Not poor enough to warrant any special government benefits, of course (not that much of that sort of thing is available in your back-water town), but not rich enough where money isn’t a constant storm cloud on the distant horizon always threatening to bring bad weather.
But you’re a good student and you’ve got great prospects. You study hard and you’re #1 in your class academically with a 4.0 GPA. You’re also involved in plenty of extra-curricular activities. You’re captain of the debate club, defensive captain on the football team and the president of your local chapter of the Future Farmers of America. Things are looking bright as you get ready to apply for college, so you aim high and apply to an ivy-league school. Your SAT scores are in the top percentages in the nation, you believe you have a good chance of getting in.
Unfortunately, to the ivy-league school you’ve applied to your #1 class ranking in a graduating class of 35 isn’t all that impressive. When you speak with the admissions office they obviously aren’t impressed with your thick, North Dakota accent and they’ve never even heard of an activity called “FFA.” To them, you’re just another hick. Its easy to pass over you for more cultured and experienced students from more urban areas. They could take pity on you, but they’ve also got affirmative action quotas to fill. There’s no room for rural charity cases.
So you end up going to a state school instead. The state school doesn’t hand out full scholarships, but your good grades get you a partial scholarship and a student loan fills in the rest. You get your degree and graduate having been on the Dean’s List your entire collegiate career.
Now its time to enter the job market. Unfortunately, your diploma for Podunk State isn’t exactly killer resume fodder but you apply for a job at a big corporation anyway. According to their “help-wanted” advertisement you’re perfectly qualified to take the position, but on hiring day there’s another person there who’s every bit as qualified as you. When it comes time for the boss to make a decision about who to hire, he opts for the other person. Not so much because you’re not qualified but because the other person is a minority. After all, they’ve got affirmative action quotas to meet.
So after a few more tries at landing a job you head back home and take a job at the local toothbrush factory. You want to keep your options open and certainly don’t want to get trapped into running the family farm. Eventually you grow older and the chances for you to “get ahead” in the world grow slimmer and slimmer. There just aren’t a lot of opportunities out there for aging state-school graduates who have spent the last few years working in a factory. Your once brilliant prospects fade away into the past.
Now, you supporters of affirmative action, tell me what you’d say to the person I described above should you meet him and he ask you why it is he was denied the chance to make his life better twice? Will you tell him that its to rectify past offenses to minorities?
If you do he’ll probably tell you that he never owned slaves. He never oppressed a minority. His family moved to Podunk from Norway 100 years ago. He could probably count on one hand the number of times he saw somebody who wasn’t white before he went to college (outside of television) and he probably didn’t have much occasion to even talk to the ones he saw”let alone be a racist toward them.
Will you tell him its to give underprivileged kids a chance to succeed? He’ll probably ask you what he was as a kid if not underprivileged. He was poor. His background wasn’t exactly conducive to immediate success in the academic or business worlds. What makes underprivileged minority kids any more deserving than white, underprivileged farm kids? Except for the fact that white underprivileged kids aren’t the focus of very many special investigations by Dateline NBC. Underprivileged white kids don’t have a Jesse Jackson on the evening news agitating for change. In fact, because they’re white they’re seen as having a leg up.
Would you tell him that he should have worked harder? He’ll probably ask how much harder he has to work. He was at the top of his class, its not his fault his class had only 35 students. His test scores were top-notch, its not his fault the admissions person was turned off by his heavy accent and lack of worldliness. Lets face it, the North Dakota drawl isn’t exactly the most intelligent sounding accent in the world and it certainly lacks the charming appeal other accents (like southern accents, for instance) hold.
And maybe you’ll tell me that the above scenario doesn’t happen, and that if it does it isn’t frequent enough to make any difference in the grand scheme of things. And then I’d ask you: Do you live in Podunk? Do you know what its like to live in a small town in the middle of nowhere and want to get out? Do you stand by and watch as generation after generation of young adults from your home town leave with high hopes only to return and submit to the inevitability of small-town life? I’m guessing you know about as much about life in Podunk as I know about life as the grandchild of a former slave living in south-central Los Angeles.
So when we’re talking about affirmative action lets stop for a moment and consider who we’re hurting. Just because you’re born white doesn’t mean you’re born with the world on your side. Just because you’re helping a disadvantaged minority kid from an urban jungle doesn’t mean you aren’t hurting a perfectly deserving non-minority kid who never did a thing to deserve being left out in the cold by affirmative action.



