SEPTEMBER 1, 2020
IN THE SPRING of 1944, a 16-year-old African American girl won a
student essay contest in Columbus, Ohio. The question was: “What to do
with Hitler after the war?” Her winning response: “Put him in a Black
skin and let him live the rest of his life in America.”
Such charged moments punctuate Isabel Wilkerson’s ambitious and unwieldy book about race, Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents.
Its very title announces her iconoclasm. For Wilkerson, the United
States needs to understand its fraught and violent history by moving
away from the vocabulary of race. But if this sounds like the tired
demand for color blindness or post-racialism, rest assured, because
Wilkerson wants us to think of the nation as operating according to the
invisible but rigid rules of a caste system, indeed, a long-standing,
all-encompassing infrastructure of hereditary ranking and hierarchy that
divides us into upper and lower castes.
In the example above, accordingly, we must learn to see the teenage
girl (for whom living in a “Black skin” in America was the worst
punishment she could imagine) as an instance of a subordinate caste
experiencing caste-based discrimination. Wilkerson met the author, who
said white people accepted her as long as she stayed in “the container”
they have built for her.
Immediately following this encounter, Wilkerson describes her own
experience of being reduced to a container with the wrong label as an
African American journalist. When she arrives at an exclusive boutique
on Michigan Avenue to interview the manager for a piece she’s writing as
a national correspondent for The New York Times about
Chicago’s Magnificent Mile, the manager refuses to believe that
Wilkerson is the journalist he’s been waiting for. He rudely demands for
her identification before finally asking her to leave. For Wilkerson,
“his caste notions of who should be doing what in society” help explain
this instance of discrimination rather than the ready label of racism.
What does caste enable that race obscures? Why has the vocabulary of
race come to seem so exhausted even in a moment when the nation faces
resurgent white supremacy and a vibrant protest movement centering Black
lives? Wilkerson skates over the inadequacy of race language perhaps
too quickly, but one might glean two core reasons for her belief.
The first is that race names only that which is visible, the “skin,”
while caste forces us to fathom the “bones,” the invisible
infrastructure that determines one’s place and rank. Second, racism has
come to be identified with overt prejudice, expressed in the form of
derogatory language or hurtful slurs, allowing people to disavow their
own unexamined behavior by claiming that they don’t have a racist bone
in their body or that their best friend is Black.
There is no “litmus test” for racism, Wilkerson observes, hoping to
shift the conversation away from the racist individual toward the system
that gave birth to them. She explains that it was her research for her
previous Pulitzer Prize–winning book, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America’s Great Migration, that led to an exploration of the existence of an American caste system. She opens the first chapter of Caste
with the 2016 election, orienting those readers who responded to that
shocking event with statements like “This is not America” or “I don’t
recognize my country.”
Caste is thus written to educate those readers who are
unfamiliar with the deep-rooted realities of racism in American history,
and not for the scholar or pedant. Assessing the book by the measure of
historical scholarship or political theory will inevitably frustrate,
given its hybrid genre, combining anecdotes, published studies,
interviews, and Wilkerson’s own theses on “the eight pillars of caste”
including endogamy, heritability, occupational hierarchy, dehumanization
and stigma, cruelty and terror, and ideologies of inherent inferiority
naturalized by religious doctrines. The loose structure of the book
eschews both chronology and sequence, gathering examples and ideas
rather than proving a thesis systematically. As a history, it has too
many gaps; as a memoir, it reveals no discernible structure of a life
lived over time; as a polemic, it relies far too much on sentimental
appeal.
I confess being unable to know what to do with a chapter that
outlines canine hierarchy (alpha males, underdogs, and lone wolves) and
concludes that “humans could learn a lot from canines” about “natural
alphas.” Similarly confounding is an odd interlude (fiction, perhaps, or
ethnography?) of an upper-caste Indian man jettisoning his symbol of
caste identity, the sacred thread, and feeling that he is born again.
Despite such unusual choices, most powerful in Caste are the
vivid anecdotes of personal harm — the cumulative evidence for the lived
experience of discrimination from slavery to segregation and into the
era of civil rights and beyond.
For Wilkerson, a caste system is an arbitrary and punitive ranking of
human value that defines inferior and superior groups and sets them
apart on the basis of ancestry. She focuses on three caste systems but
only gives sustained attention to the “race-based caste pyramid in the
United States.” The other two — Nazi Germany and India — flit in and out
of view, the latter more than the former, but still indistinct, as if
visible only through a fog. India embodies the ancient system of caste,
Nazi Germany accelerates it, and the United States has been disavowing
its existence since 1619.
The book touches on some of the most familiar moments of the race-caste analogy
— such as Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s 1959 trip to India, where he is
welcomed with rapturous applause and comes to see himself as a kind of
“untouchable”; the work of a group of Southern anthropologists in the
1930s and 1940s about the relations among race, class, and caste; and
the brief correspondence between Bhimrao Ramji Ambedkar and W. E. B. Du
Bois, both intellectual pioneers of Dalit and African American
experiences of exploitation. But such histories aren’t the book’s
central focus. Most of all, turning to caste affords Wilkerson access to
an experiential, affective register through which she collates moments
that capture the persistence of discrimination. She explains her reasons
for writing the book: “[M]oving about the world as a living, breathing
caste experiment myself, I wanted to understand the hierarchies that I
and many millions of others have had to navigate.”
And such a personal focus serves as the anchor for the entire book (somewhat similar to Claudia Rankine’s Citizen)
as Wilkerson highlights the injury caused by unexpected behaviors,
especially in such rarefied or elite spaces as the first-class cabin of
an airplane, a chic restaurant where the waiter ignores her, the
boutique on Chicago’s Michigan Avenue which refuses to accept her
presence. The desire for recognition throbs throughout Caste:
recognize my pain, Wilkerson urges, and that of millions of others like
me. In fact, the book ends with two vignettes of hope: the first
involves a white family friend who learns that the waiter’s behavior
toward them requires her to speak up, and the second where an unfriendly
plumber in the basement of Wilkerson’s old house finally softens when
she appeals to his humanity by asking about his mother.
That Wilkerson presents these ordinary encounters as “radicalization”
or “awakening” — rejoicing that “the heart is the last frontier” —
indicates the limits of her political imagination where the agency of
the subordinated is superseded by the appeal to the sentiments of the
dominant castes. Such limits are particularly evident because her
sustained insistence on the potency and pervasiveness of the entrenched
caste system demands solutions other than banal realizations of
privilege or of common humanity. Moreover, as Wilkerson educates herself
on the persistence of caste in India, she also seems to miss the full
vibrancy of Dalit politics, culture, and history, insisting instead that
she has developed a kind of caste-radar: “I began to be able to tell
who was high-born and who was low-born among the Indian people.” She
clarifies that such knowledge comes not from a literacy about surnames,
family occupations, or linguistic backgrounds (which serve as usual
markers of caste identity), but simply from observing how people behave.
Her insistence on the personal encounter, and on lived experience, thus
shapes her understanding of both race and caste.
Instead of statistics, Caste accumulates metaphors. America
is an old house that needs repair. A play has been running for
centuries, and the cast of the play has grown accustomed to its assigned
roles. Humans are trapped in the matrix, programmed to live out their
drone-like existence. Caste is the unseen skeleton of America, and so,
“[l]ooking at caste is like holding the country’s X-ray up to the
light.” Caste is the DNA of the United States. It is also “the wordless
usher in a darkened theater” and a “powerful Sith Lord.” Caste is like
alcoholism or cancer, buried deep within, ready to emerge at any moment,
a “disease” to which “none of us is immune.” The history of racist
violence is like a pathogen buried in the permafrost: just as heat can
reactivate anthrax, “human pathogens of hatred and tribalism” lurk just
beneath the surface. Where “[r]ace is what we can see,” caste is the
“underlying grammar” of our mother tongue. In this way, race is the
“visible agent of the unseen force of caste.” Where “[r]ace is fluid and
superficial,” “caste is fixed and rigid.”
Because the meanings of race and caste shift so often, both remain
somewhat blurry. So when Wilkerson outlines her schema — where white
equals the upper caste, Asians and Latinos make up middle castes, and
African Americans are consigned to the lowest castes — questions
immediately arise about the efficacy of such distinctions today. Even if
the history of Jim Crow resonates with the segregation mandated by
caste (anti-miscegenation laws and bans on inter-caste marriage, or
affirmative action in the United States and reservations and quota
systems in India), how does today’s uneven world (where differences of
ethnicity, class, gender, religion, ideology, age, and sexuality have
fragmented older ideas of a singular Blackness) comprise a caste system?
That Wilkerson concedes that Native Americans should be referred to as “[o]riginal, conquered, or indigenous peoples”
and “women of any race, or minorities of any kind” as marginalized
people already points to the exclusions and flattening at work. While
the specific legacy of slavery and segregation, as well as the magnitude
of ongoing anti-Blackness, demands attention, any book that claims to
pinpoint “the origins of our discontents,” and provide a road map for
the future must engage with changing and internally complex racial
formations. Is a Burmese refugee middle caste while Beyoncé or an
African American CEO occupies a lower caste? The child caged on our
Southern border? The Latinos in my city dying of COVID-19 in large
numbers?
The vocabulary afforded by caste, uninflected by differential access
to power, allows Wilkerson to claim that “caste trumps class” but misses
a true measure of the modalities in which discrimination is lived and
how racial taxonomies change over time. Why return us to a binary of
Black and white albeit renamed lower and upper caste, undifferentiated
by class, gender, citizenship status, disability? Who is satisfied by
such simplicity, crudeness, even? Governor Jan Brewer jabbing her finger
in President Obama’s face draws outrage as a dominant caste member
“putting a man from the subordinate caste in his place, no matter his
station.” But Wilkerson makes no mention of how caste works when
President Obama drinks a glass of water in Flint, Michigan, presides
over punitive deportation policies, or expands extrajudicial killings
and drone-bombings across the world.
The extended metaphor of America as an old house that Wilkerson
returns to time and again captures these contradictions. For Wilkerson,
“[a]n old house is its own kind of devotional.” Which is why she insists
that “we in the developed world are like homeowners who inherited a
house on a piece of land that is beautiful on the outside” but conceals
deep ruptures within. As a figure for belonging, home ownership surely
conjures up questions of access and wealth. It also raises the question
of Native American sovereignty and unceded, occupied territory.
Bourgeois concerns with home improvement rendered in the lovingly
detailed language of care of welts in the ceiling sit uneasily with the
urgency of our historical conjuncture, just as so many are faced with
evictions, not to mention a longer history of punitive state policies
against the homeless and displaced, the loss of Black homes in the last
economic recession, the long history of redlining and unfair housing policies, and further back, the deeper loss of home that came with the capture and torture of Atlantic slavery.
For those convinced that racism in the United States isn’t a big
problem today, the book should be an eye-opener. For those of us who
already know these histories (for example, that the Nazis consulted
American racial laws to develop their own eugenic agenda), Caste
may serve instead as an invitation to dig deeper than Wilkerson herself
chooses to and to understand more fully the exact coordinates of the
race-caste analogy, both difference and similarity. In challenging
American exceptionalism by placing domestic racial formations within and
against other times and places, Wilkerson admirably draws attention to
the realities of global connectedness. But transnational comparison
should ideally go a step further, in order to reframe the unexamined
truisms of each site and illuminate something we would not otherwise
see. We may thus recall that the very definitions of race and caste in
recent history developed in tandem
— the colonial construction of caste was itself shaped by European
racial discourse, as the end of the 19th century saw various efforts at
hierarchical classification of people into races in the West and castes
in India. It is therefore no coincidence that the etymology of caste
from the Portuguese casta draws on European ideas of descent. Early efforts
to fight caste prejudice in India drew on abolitionist strategies and
likened caste oppression to slavery. Correspondingly, in the antebellum
United States, abolitionists used the idiom of caste to describe
slavery, drawing on missionary accounts of India to find in the language
of caste a useful avoidance of race as biology, as well as a way to
claim the biological unity of the species. Du Bois, Ambedkar, and Gandhi
all debated the status and relation of African Americans and Dalits.
And the “caste school of race relations” in the 1930s and 1940s
construed the connections with class and capitalism. Martin Luther King
Jr.’s adaptation of Gandhian satyagraha or truth force and
nonviolent civil disobedience in the 1950s, and the revolutionary
politics of the Dalit Panthers of the 1970s further reveals the radical
convergence of such analogies in the service of a political platform of
liberation. And at the 2001 UN World Conference Against Racism, Racial
Discrimination, Xenophobia and Related Intolerance in Durban, India,
Israel, and the United States joined hands to refuse consideration of
caste discrimination, Zionism, and reparations for slavery and
colonialism. These conjoined histories demand further study, not least
because our futures are likely connected.
To fathom such relations, a less blurry portrait of caste itself must
emerge. Caste hierarchies in India are indeed pervasive and vicious.
But they are not unchanging. While caste was once associated with
underdevelopment, it is now a significant force in modern Indian
democratic politics as well as a vibrantly contested political identity.
Despite or alongside continuing violence — economic, sexual, land
grabs, brutality against inter-caste marriage, desecration of
commemorative sites, Prime Minister Modi’s right-wing bigotry — there is
a rising Dalit militancy, an effort to imagine a politics premised on
recognizing historical vulnerability and claiming the pain of the
“ground down” or “broken” body as the very site of the coming
emancipation. India’s 200,000,000 Dalits have been fighting for their
rights on multiple fronts — with a boom in Dalit literature, with considerable electoral clout and voting power, with a vital public sphere, with a Bhim Army, with symbolic celebrations like Phule Jayanti and with Ambedkarite-Marxist alliances..
All these forces have shown how deeply caste hierarchies are
intertwined with religion, gender, ethnicity, and, most of all, with
class.
In the end, Wilkerson’s choice to define caste and race with partial
precision inhibits a fuller understanding of how inequality and
discrimination acquire new shape and form in the present — as historical
forms of violence persist but also mutate and magnify. To misread the
very nature of power makes efforts to combat it nearly hopeless but also
denies agency to those who fought the battles of the past and march in
the streets today. What struck me most as I read this book during the
pandemic is that Wilkerson’s frame doesn’t help explain how the powerful
social movements of our COVID-19 era could emerge, or what they mean —
led by the young; the poor; by women; by queer, trans, and nonbinary
people; by Black and Dalit leaders in both India and the United States.
Wilkerson engages the failures of President Trump’s response to the
pandemic, and the misery it has caused, but not the larger histories of
the movements that have led us to this moment. Two of the world’s
largest democracies have shown the limits of their response to the
pandemic, the effect of prolonged years of fostering repressive,
xenophobic, and anti-scientific policies. But today’s social movements
create new capacious solidarities. Perhaps it is time to reckon with the
fact that hope and change won’t come from “a telegenic American dream
family.”
The protests in Kashmir and Ferguson, Shaheen Bagh and Portland, the
seismic shifts brought about by Black Lives Matter in our understanding
of race, rebellion, and reconciliation, and the Dalit uprisings of
recent decades are the true measure of the race-caste analogy. Smash the
Brahminical patriarchy. Defund the police. Abolish ICE. Dismantle the
white savior complex and the savarna or Brahmin savior complex.
These are no mere slogans. They are visions of justice, and of an
alternate future — beacons for us all.
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Yogita Goyal is professor of African American Studies and English at UCLA. Her most recent book is Runaway Genres: The Global Afterlives of Slavery.