Here’s a moving and thought-provoking note to readers written by acclaimed author Eric Gansworth on how his personal experiences with racial identity inspired his powerful new YA novel, GIVE ME SOME TRUTH.
The
first draft of this novel was done in January 2016, when the country had a
decidedly different tenor than it does now. More and more, I’m aware of the
real risks involved in being profiled, and consequently, the flipside of that
coin. My siblings and I run the spectrum on an imaginary Sherwin Williams paint
card. My one brother looks like the Indian on the Indian head nickel, and I, at
the other end of the spectrum, am more ethnically ambiguous. I came up with the
term ChameleIndian to capture my experience. I look just enough like a variety
of ethnicities that I visually register as familiar enough to belong. My parents,
as the children of boarding school survivors, also insisted on being hyper
literate. They didn’t want us being tagged in any way as “less than,” and a
reservation accent in Niagara County comes with a certain amount of baggage.
Because we additionally grew up with our community’s influence, we’re well
versed in the “Rez accent.”
What
I recognize now as “passing” and “code switching,” has its advantages to be
sure, but I’ve also gotten to see the more complicated side of that selective
invisibility. In the era that I came of age, the 1980s, there were still eating
and drinking establishments here that had “No Indians” signs displayed clearly
as policy. I discovered them walking into these establishments with white
friends and remaining undetected, as I watched no one else consider such a sign
inappropriate. I don’t know if that’s still true. I no longer go to those
places. That said, as an adult, I’ve been privy to enough conversations across
the spectrum of white classes, to hear what some people freely express when
they believe there are no people of other ethnicities in the room. Sometimes,
the No Indians signs are still there, just invisible, as I, myself, am. I’ve
accepted this as a reality of my life, but I felt that when a young person has
such encounters now, it was important for them to know they’re not alone. If
that’s a truth I can give them with this novel, then I’ve done my job, with
this book, and I hope you find it a fulfilling or at least eye-opening read.