Questão 1701
(IME - 2014/2015 - 2ª FASE)
Text 2
What’s in a name?
Henry Louis Gates Jr. (1989)
The question of color takes up much space in these pages, but the question of color, especially in this country, operates to hide the graver questions of the self.
- James Baldwin, 1961
… blood, darky, Tar baby, Kaffir, shine… moor, blackamoor, Jim Crow, spook… quadroon, meriney, red bone, high yellow… Mammy, porch monkey, home, homeboy, George… spearchucker, Leroy, Smokey…mouli, buck, Ethiopian, brother, sistah…
- Trey Ellis, 1989
I had forgotten the incident completely, until I read Trey Elli’s essay, “Remember My Name,” in a recent issue of the Village Voice (June 13, 1989). But there, in the middle of an extended italicized list of the bynames of “the race” (“the race” or “our people” being the terms my parents used in polite or reverential discourse, “jigaboo” or “nigger” more commonly used in anger, jest, or pure disgust), it was: “George”. Now the events of that very brief exchange return to my mind so vividly that I wonder why I had forgotten it. My father and I were walking home at dusk from his second job. He “moonlighted” as a janitor in the evenings for the telephone company. Every day, but Saturday, he would come home at 3:30 from his regular job at the paper Mill, wash up, eat supper, then at 4:30 head downtown to his second job. He used to make jokes frequently about a union official who moonlighted. I never got the joke, but he and his friends thought it was hilarious. All I knew was that my family always ate well, that my brother and I had new clothes to wear, and that all of the white people in Piedmont, West Virginia, treated my parents with an odd mixture of resentment and respect that even we understood at the time had something directly to do with a small but certain measure of financial security. He had left a little early that evening because I was with him and I had to be in bed early. I could not have been more than five or six, and we had stopped off at the Cut-Rate Drug Store (where no black person in town but my father could sit down to eat, and eat off real plates with real silverware) so that I could buy some caramel ice cream, two scoops in a wafer cone, please, which I was busy licking when Mr. Wilson walked by. Mr. Wilson was a very quiet man, whose stony, brooding, silent manner seemed designed to scare off any overtures of friendship, even from white people. He was Irish as was one-third of our village (another third being Italian), the more affluent among whom sent their children to “Catholic School” across the bridge in Maryland. He had white straight hair, like my Uncle Joe, whom he uncannily resembled, and he carried a black worn metal lunch pail, the kind that Riley carried on the television show. My father always spoke to him, and for reasons that we never did understand, he always spoke to my father.
“Hello, Mr. Wilson,” I heard my father say.
“Hello, George.”
I stopped licking my ice cream cone, and asked my Dad in a loud voice why Mr. Wilson had called him “George.”
“Doesn’t he know your name, Daddy? Why don’t you tell him your name? Your name isn’t George.”
For a moment I tried to think of who Mr. Wilson was mixing Pop up with. But we didn’t have any Georges among the colored people in Piedmont; nor were there colored Georges living in the neighboring towns and working at the Mill.
“Tell him your name, Daddy.”
“He knows my name, boy,” my father said after a long pause. “He calls all colored people George.”
According to Gates’ description in text 2, we can say that Mr Wilson was
Gabarito:
racially prejudiced.
Resolução:
A) INCORRECT: pois o Sr. Wilson não é considerado como uma pessoa mão fechada, mas sim uma pessoa racista.
B) INCORRECT: não há nenhum elemento no texto que nos mostre que o Sr. Wilson é filantrópico, até porque sua presença é apenas passageira.
C) CORRECT: pois o que o texto nos mostra é que, sempre que o pai de Gates via o Sr. Wilson, ele sempre era uma pessoa preconceituosa, por se referir aos negros como "George".
D) INCORRECT: pois não há nenhuma característica no texto em que nos mostre os ideais chauvinista.
E) INCORRECT: pois do ponto de vista de Gates, a última coisa que o Sr. Wilson pode ser é uma pessoa de grande coração.