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- <title>
- July 26, 1993: Reviews:Books
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- July 26, 1993 The Flood Of '93
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 71
- BOOKS
- Pushed Off The Tightrope
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- <body>
- <p>By JACK E. WHITE
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- <qt>
- <l>TITLE: Volunteer Slavery: My Authentic Negro Experience</l>
- <l>AUTHOR: Jill Nelson</l>
- <l>PUBLISHER: Noble Press; 243 Pages; $21.95</l>
- </qt>
- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: A bruising but amusing account of racial and
- sexual politics in one of the country's most liberal newsrooms.
- </p>
- <p> If black men have been invisible in America, as Ralph Ellison
- argued, black women have been inaudible. Doubly oppressed by
- racism and sexism, they have often gone unheard as male civil
- rights leaders did the talking for their race and white feminists
- did the talking for their sex. In recent years a growing chorus
- of black female writers like Toni Morrison and Alice Walker
- has begun to direct a passionate blast against male chauvinists
- on both sides of the color line. But there has seldom been an
- indictment of the self-absorption and self-delusion of the corporate
- male, both white and black, as stinging--or hilarious--as
- Jill Nelson's wildly uneven account of her four-year misadventure
- as a reporter for the Washington Post during the late 1980s.
- </p>
- <p> Like many blacks, Nelson, a former free-lance writer for the
- Village Voice, believed that succeeding in the white corporate
- world would require emotional gymnastics. But in exchange for
- a $50,000 salary, she was ready to perform "the standard Negro
- balancing act when it comes to dealing with white folks, which
- involves sufficiently blurring the edges of my being enough
- so that they don't feel intimidated, while simultaneously holding
- on to my integrity." What Nelson didn't expect was that black
- males would join with white ones to push her off the tightrope.
- In her case at least, male condescension outranked racial solidarity.
- </p>
- <p> At its best, Nelson's book reads like a cross between Waiting
- to Exhale and You'll Never Eat Lunch in This Town Again. It
- crackles with devastating caricatures of male pomposity, black
- and white, that help explain why it is so difficult for black
- women to make themselves heard. There is Nelson's fulminating
- father, a prosperous dentist who admonished his children to
- "be number one" while hoisting his middle finger to drive home
- the point; Post executive editor Ben Bradlee, a "short, gray,
- wrinkled gnome" whose interviewing technique consisted of droning
- on about himself instead of asking questions; the black male
- reporter who went behind Nelson's back to urge a white editor
- to kill a story she had worked on for months, later explaining
- to an outraged Nelson that he was just "trying to help you."
- </p>
- <p> Unfortunately, as Nelson writes, she was not always able to
- help herself adjust to the demands of mainstream journalism.
- A gifted prose stylist, she could not blend her need to write
- from a black perspective with the ostensibly objective stance
- of a conventional daily. Post editors claimed that they recruited
- Nelson because they valued her viewpoint. But when she wrote
- wrote anything with a point of view, they usually buried the
- story in the back pages or didn't publish it. Increasingly frustrated
- by second-rate assignments and alienated from her peers, Nelson
- veered toward an emotional breakdown. Her last months at the
- Post were marred by a suspension after she foolishly forged
- the initials of a supervisor on a travel voucher.
- </p>
- <p> Such self-inflicted torments tend to undermine the credibility
- of Nelson's assault on biracial sexism. So do a number of unnecessarily
- graphic revelations about Nelson's frantic sex life and drug
- abuse, which seem to have been included to pad the manuscript.
- Despite these flaws, Volunteer Slavery is a compelling firsthand
- report from the corporate combat zone where racial and sexual
- lines converge and blur in the most dehumanizing ways.
- </p>
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