{"id":3877,"date":"2006-10-17T15:22:05","date_gmt":"2006-10-17T20:22:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sepiamutiny.com?p=3877"},"modified":"2006-10-17T13:41:37","modified_gmt":"2006-10-17T18:41:37","slug":"gregor_samsa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sepiamutiny.com\/blog\/2006\/10\/17\/gregor_samsa\/","title":{"rendered":"Gregor Samsa Singh"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/flickr.com\/photos\/mrsikhnet\/222214360\/\"><img class=picture height=240 hspace=20 src=\"http:\/\/www.sepiamutiny.com\/sepia\/images\/222214360_7da5f1ad0c_m[1].jpg\" width=160 align=left vspace=10 border=0><\/a>This morning, while I was tying my turban, I was thinking about <a href=\"http:\/\/www.sepiamutiny.com\/sepia\/archives\/003831.html\">All Mixed Up&#8217;s postcard<\/a> from a few weeks back. In particular, I was trying to figure out why I didn&#8217;t understand the basic conundrum that people were wrestling with&#8230; that is, why I couldn&#8217;t imagine that being white would make me like everybody else. <\/p>\n\n<p>Let me explain with a <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Thought_experiment\">Gedankenexperiment<\/a>. Imagine that I, as a teenager, had awoken one morning to find that myself a person of pallor. I was now pink rather than brown. Who would I be? <\/p>\n\n<p>I would like to think that I would be the guy on the left. To be honest, I was never as cool as he was. I never dressed like a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.sikhnet.com\/hemkuntsahib\/nihangs.htm\">Nihang<\/a>, nor did I travel around India at that age. Still, I&#8217;d like to think that&#8217;s who my white doppleganger in an alternate universe would have been, even if I had been dorkier.<\/p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/flickr.com\/photos\/mrsikhnet\/211440768\/\"><img class=picture height=240 hspace=20 src=\"http:\/\/www.sepiamutiny.com\/sepia\/images\/211440768_45f5c8d444_m[1]_new.jpg\" width=160 align=right vspace=10 border=0><\/a><\/p>\n\n<p>Now imagine that a decade later, the machine that had transformed me reversed polarity, flooding me with extra melanin. Perhaps this is my melanin plus a decade of interest. Or perhaps it is sucked from somewhere else &#8211; from some other poor soul who wakes up paler than when they slept. It doesn&#8217;t matter. <\/p>\n\n<p>Now, all of a sudden, I&#8217;m not white but black. In this case, I&#8217;d like to think that I would be like Sri Chand Singh on the right. Sri Chand is not a convert &#8211; he (and his twin brother) have been Sikhs their whole lives. Again, I doubt I&#8217;d ever be as cool as either of them [Look at the photo of Laxmi Chand beating the Nagara drum below the fold for a photo of a supercool Sikh], but I hope I would try.<\/p>\n\n<!--more-->\n\n<p>The point is, I&#8217;m at a double remove from white society, separated not just by race\/ethnicity, but also by religion as well. If I had to choose to abandon one or the other, I think I would probably lose the race before I lost the religion, although both would be wrenching.<\/p>\n\n<p>The reason is that I&#8217;m multicultural but monoreligious. I have little affinity for white mainstream society &#8211; I just don&#8217;t grok it. I can&#8217;t imagine having my parents be Ozzie and Harriet (nor Ozzie and Sharon for that matter). And I really don&#8217;t have a desire to &#8220;fit in.&#8221; <\/p>\n\n<p>I didn&#8217;t grow up in middle America, and even living here now I find it all fairly alien. The closest I could come would be to imagine being Jewish (I grew up in a Jewish neighborhood), but you see how, even in my wildest thoughts of being a white American, I still imagine being an immigrant, an ethnic and an outsider. <\/p>\n\n<p>p.s. If you read this far, you deserve to know the truth. This was all just an excuse to use these three photos in a post, together. They&#8217;re just great images.<\/p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/flickr.com\/photos\/mrsikhnet\/212803389\/\"><img class=thumbnail height=500 hspace=0 src=\"http:\/\/www.sepiamutiny.com\/sepia\/images\/212803389_2e3ba50c13[1].jpg\" width=332 border=0><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This morning, while I was tying my turban, I was thinking about All Mixed Up&#8217;s postcard from a few weeks back. In particular, I was trying to figure out why I didn&#8217;t understand the basic conundrum that people were wrestling &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/sepiamutiny.com\/blog\/2006\/10\/17\/gregor_samsa\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[30,15],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/sepiamutiny.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3877"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/sepiamutiny.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/sepiamutiny.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sepiamutiny.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sepiamutiny.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3877"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/sepiamutiny.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3877\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/sepiamutiny.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3877"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sepiamutiny.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3877"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sepiamutiny.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3877"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}