Attitudes — Are they in the DNA?
November 16th, 2006Attitudes: Are They Transmitted through DNA? ©
©By Kali Sichen
Today, a young Ghanaian postal worker was upset when I asked her a simple question, “Why does it take 30 days for a registered letter to be delivered from this post office, when I was told earlier this week at the main post office that delivery will take 7 to 10 days?”
This question was quite valid to me, since the two post offices were in the same town. But the young girl was annoyed that I had the audacity to question her, so I asked to speak to the postal manager. I had to decide how to post some documents without spending three hundred thousand cedis, which is the monthly salary for many working people in this town.
Based on the answer from the postal manager, I decided to check the speed of the mail and bought a simple stamp, with no frills or registration. I gave the same postal clerk the single bill to pay for the stamp; she picked it up by the edge, as if it was infected with a virus, and dropped it on the counter. I thanked her for being so “gracious” and took my letter to the box and posted it.
I have found this attitude to be very common among the working women in the service sector, especially in government offices in Ghana. It is as if they are annoyed that they have to be on the job, and even more annoyed that you want them to perform their job! Then I remembered that this attitude is about the same as that which we see in America, among some African American women, especially those in government jobs and the social service sector. Many of the women act as if they are doing you a favor to even be there, and if they actually do the job they are paid to do, then you should bow down to them with gratitude and thanks.
One of the best comedy skits that I have seen on “Saturday Night Live” comedy show in America was a take off on the African American female postal worker. The postal worker had extra long false fingernails painted with extravagant designs, a hairdo that required stiff hair gel; she had an attitude that would make you beat your chest in anger. Whoever wrote that skit certainly had that experience more than one time, because the skit was perfectly written and executed. I laughed until I was almost in tears.
According to my own experience, not just in the post office, but in many other stores and services, this “chip on the shoulder, what are you asking me to do” attitude is prevalent among the African women and the African American women. This is certainly not a condemnation of all African American women or Ghanaian women, because I have had good service from most. Is it just a coincidence that their expressions, the same smacking of the lips, sucking of the teeth, rolling of the neck, rolling of the eyes are the same in many African countries as well as it is in America? So I wonder if this attitude is transmitted in the D. N. A.
Sometimes I see gestures, posturing and hand waving that look just like the folks standing on the corners in “the hood” in America. This tells me for sure that we are the same people. We just haven’t had the exposure to each other’s every day life, through media or any other source that we can imitate. The idiosyncrasies are too similar, and must just “run in the blood”, in the D.N.A.
We really have to learn to treat each other better, both on the continent and in the Diaspora. I believe that this lack of respect for our sisters and brothers is simply a lack of respect for ourselves. We can not make progress if we harbor so much self hatred. I have seen the same workers change their attitude when dealing with people of races other than our own. No African would dare to display that disrespectful attitude toward a white woman or a white man. They are simply too afraid of Europeans. So they grin and shuffle whenever a white person approaches them, the same as many of our people do in the States.
I have witnessed this change of attitude when dealing with the clerks in the local Shell station store in Elmina. The women have always had an attitude when I visit the store, and there have been times when I refused to purchase the products because of their nasty attitudes. It appears as if they don’t want to issue a receipt for purchases; the women assume a very nasty posture when I ask for a receipt. One day I refuse the purchase because of the poor service. As I was leaving, a European woman was entering the store, so I decided to observe the clerk’s behavior. The same clerk, who always treated me like dirt, smiled and gave the European woman the most gracious service.
Here is another case in point. There are two wonderful ladies who work at my local post office in South Atlanta, Georgia, USA. Because of my mail order business in Georgia, I see these women three to five times a week. They are friendly and helpful, and give me all the respect. One day, however, I arrived at the post office at my usual late hour, near closing time, and one of the ladies told me she was in a very bad mood. I understood, and kept to my business without any small talk. But when the white woman from a local business, whom I always meet at the post office around closing time, arrived a few minutes later, the postal clerk cheerfully greeted her with smiles, laughter and small talk. I made no comment; I simply noted how she changed when she dealt with white people. This behavior is just an example of how we interact with each other, and how we change that behavior when interacting with others whom we either fear or whom we hold in reverence.
One unfortunate exposure that is having a negative influence in the youth here in Ghana, is the “bad boy, hoodlum, rap videos” that are being shown on TV. I have seen some young boys wearing their trousers low down over their rear end, exposing their underwear. I am told that the Ghanaian members of parliament are planning to outlaw this type of dress. Sure, freedom of expression is something that we all desire, but to mimic such behavior, which has its roots in the American prison environment, is not only stupid, but it is self-effacing and self destructive.
It is my understanding that this style of wearing over-sized low ridding trousers came out of the American prison population. Prisoners are given standard sizes and are not allowed to wear a belt. So if the pants are too big, it just rides the rear end. For this style of dress to have infiltrated the African American popular culture, and then to move to the African continent, begs for an answer; “If our role model, idol and aspiration is to become a prisoner, what kind of value system is this?!”
I enjoy the Nigerian produced movies that are shown on television here in Ghana. I like the simplicity of the stories, some which are based on traditional lore and legends. However, I am beginning to see a change in the story lines lately, with the Hollywood gangster image, and violence toward women mimicked on the screen. I was in a department store watching an ongoing video which was playing on simultaneously on several televisions; I was comparing the picture quality, and planning to purchase a TV set. As I gazed at the screens, I realized that something was happening to the woman. There was a man sitting in front of the woman, the woman was moaning and groaning in great pain and agony. The man appeared to be poking something between her legs. I continued to watch the TV screens, amazed that such a scene would be on public display for all to see. Out from between the woman’s legs, the man brought a bloody Coca Cola bottle! The woman was being raped with a Coke bottle!
I was outraged! I asked the sales clerk if he knew the nature of the video that was showing. Did he know what was happening to that woman on the screen? He laughed and ignored me. I asked to see his manager. He pointed to a western suited East Indian near the check out line. I approached the manager and tugged at his arm to follow me. He was shocked that I would touch him, he being the boss and used to the unspoken caste/class system in place in most African nations, i.e., white man on top, brown man in the middle and black man at the bottom. He jerked his arm away from me, but I continued to hold him to the television section of the store. Everyone was amazed that I would take the man by the coat, but as they realized that I was an American, they thought that I just didn’t know better.
I told the Indian about the scene in the video, and reprimanded him for allowing such a horrible movie to be in the public view. He blamed the sales clerk saying, “Oh, these are just Junior Secondary School graduates, they don’t have class or sophistication.” I responded, “But you hired them and you are responsible!” He took the video out of the DVD player and gave it to me. “You can have it,” he said. I took the DVD, bent it and gave it back to him.
Just a few years ago, a scene like that, a woman being raped, would never be shown on Ghana television, and even though the movie was on a DVD, years ago that level of cruelty and violence against women was not projected in movies produced in Africa. So the Western influence has penetrated into the culture too much, and scenes such as this will certainly have an impact on the populous. Many of them believe that they should imitate everything that they see from Europe and America which shines and glitters.
Many behaviors are created by repeated exposure and circumstances. The “Willie Lynch Syndrome” is still very much alive in Africa, as it is throughout the African Diaspora. As the seasoned slave master from the West Indies , Willie Lynch, taught the new Virginia slave master back in the 17th century ”How to Make a Slave”;
“Separate them in every imaginable way, especially by color, by height, by age, by hair texture and by sex, and teach them to distrust each other, and to love only you, the slave master. They will teach their children and this behavior will be self perpetuating for four hundred years”
Some attitudes, I believe, are a genetic memory. The fun loving, singing and dancing, optimistic, happy and smiling, lively and sociable outlook that we see widespread throughout the African societies, is simply the nature of a people who were blessed by God with abundant food, warm weather and close family ties. Nature did not harm us, but supported us in our natural, easy-living tropical environ. Just as we find Europeans who are cold, unfriendly, selfish, combative, war-mongering and self-absorbed, they are reflective of a hostile environment that demanded that they overpower the elements of the freezing cold weather to survive.
Our four hundred years of the “Willie Lynch Syndrome” is over, and we need to move forward. One major element which contributes greatly to the perpetuation of this syndrome is the image of the “Savior, Jesus Christ”, as a blond haired, blue eyed man. This image is especially powerful in Africa, because of the myth of white supremacy and the lack of exposure of the masses of people to the Caucasian race.
In America, because we African Americans have so much exposure to Euro-Americans, at work, in school, on television, everywhere we look, we see them in all their disguises, and we know who they really are. Most Africans have never sat down with a European to talk or eat or socialize or exchange ideas in a one-on-one and equal setting. Therefore, they do not know the true nature of the European race.
I know that one can not paint everyone with a broad brush, but there are personality differences that are characteristic of a people. I see it clearly in African societies, just as in the African American society. Even though we have been separated for hundreds of years, the genetic memory and behavioral patterns still live, and it is very difficult to erase. Our names have been changed, our language is changed our clothing is changed, our education is changed and our religion is changed, but our behavior has not changed; we are the same people. Apparently, it runs in our genes, our D.N.A. Let us hold on to the positive traits and nurture those; let us caste out those negative behaviors that keep us angry at each other, and divided from one another. The strong D.N.A. can thrust us forward into a new beginning for the twenty-first century. In the words of the great Osagyefo Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, “Forward Ever, Backwards – Never!!”