These days, it seems political books become outdated quickly, and this one is over five years old. So it was a gamble for me to pick it up now, but the title keeps cropping up on lists of important political works and being referred to as foundational to political “conversions,” so I thought it was about time I read it. Fortunately, it remains fresh and poignant, and I think that is in large part owing to Shelby Steele’s ability as a writer. Most authors of political books frankly do not write in compelling ways. They can cite statistics, sustain an argument, and even persuade me on some points, but they can’t tell a story. Not so with Steele, who is not just an intellectual and a political researcher but a real writer. Here he is writing a work of social and political commentary, but he does it through the overarching framework of a kind of story, a story to which he has been witness, and that’s what makes the book so interesting.
Some have said the book is too disjointed, skipping back and forth in time as it does, but as I said, Steele is doing more than writing a social treatise, he is telling a story, and stories need not be chronological: the flashbacks help us understand the present moment. While he probably repeats his central ideas more than he needs to, he at least repeats them with literary flourish. The story he tells is the tale of how the promise of the civil rights era was destroyed by white guilt, “the enormous vacuum of moral authority” left in the wake when institutional racism was toppled. When this happened, whites strove to disassociate from their racist past, and blacks were led by “this new black consciousness…into a great mistake: to talk ourselves out of the individual freedom we had just won for no purpose whatsoever except to trigger white obligation.”
He describes how this drive toward disassociation on the part of whites gave birth to a new kind of racism. “Whites are blind to blacks as human beings today,” Steele writes, “not out of bigotry but out of their obsession with achieving the dissociation they need to restore their moral authority. And when they find a way to dissociate from racism—‘diversity,’ politically correct language, political liberalism itself—there is little incentive to understand blacks as human beings.” As whites dissociate with tools such as affirmative action, “black students are effectively Sambo-ized. They are assigned an inferiority so intractable that nothing overcomes it, not even good schools and high family incomes.” He describes the “great internal contradiction of white liberalism: that its paternalism, its focus on whites rather than on blacks as the agents of change, allows white supremacy to slip in the back door and once again define the fundamental relationship between whites and blacks.”
White Guilt is not just the story of a nation, however, it is Steele’s own personal story of his journey from black radical to “black conservative,” a label he resents. It is a highly introspective and often emotional book. I have read Thomas Sowell’s sustained arguments against affirmative action. They are reasoned, well researched, substantiated by multiple studies and statistics, and relatively calm. Steele, however, makes no reference to statistics and offers no specific evidence for his claims about the ill effects of white guilt. Instead, he offers a powerful rhetoric, which is in some ways just as convincing as Sowell’s academic attack, because it is so personal and makes such an emotional impact.
This is a powerful and persuasive book, at least it was for me. But I suppose Sowell had already years ago intellectually persuaded me of the central ideas Steele presents here. If I had read this in absence of that prior reading, I may or may not have found it so persuasive, but I am quite sure I would have still found it well written, well-reasoned, and occasionally poetic. It is hard, for example, not to be swayed by the excerpted passage with which I will conclude this review. This passage follows one in which Steele points out that while black deficiencies in education have been treated as an injustice and responded to with a focus not on higher standards and harder work but on injustice remedies such as bussing, multicultural classes, and “standardized tests corrected for racial bias,” the same is not true for the fields of sports, music, and entertainment:
“People wrongly dismiss black achievement in these areas for reasons that can be ascribed only to racism—that our compelling excellence follows from a mere genetic advantage. The fact is that we are good at sports and music because we subject ourselves to unforgiving standards of excellence and then work ferociously to meet those standards. Ruthlessly, we allow absolutely no excuses. The same poverty and deprivation that afflict us when we walk to school in the morning afflicts us later in the same day on the playground or in the tenement basement where we practice obsessively on a cheap electric keyboard. The difference is white guilt makes no appearance on that playground or in that basement. There is no carnivorous white need standing between us and the pursuit of excellence. No pity. Thus, excellence is allowed to entice us with its own intrinsic joys and rewards, and we come in thrall to it. Suppose Marvin Gaye or Duke Ellington or Richard Wright or Kareem Abdul-Jabbar or Condoleezza Rice or millions of others (all people from humble beginnings born in the age of open racism) had let their pursuit of excellence be somehow contingent on the ministration of white guilt, on the spiritually withering interventions of needy, morally selfish white people betting on the cliché of black inferiority rather than on the natural human longing for excellence that resides in us all?”