Noel Ignatiev (1940–2019)
Autor/a de How the Irish Became White
Sobre l'autor
Noel Ignatiev, born in Philadelphia in 1940, attended Penn State and Harvard universities. He is co-editor (with John Garvey) of Race Traitor, an abolitionist magazine. His 1995 book, How the Irish Became White describes the change in the status of Irish immigrants in America in the early 1800s. mostra'n més (Bowker Author Biography) mostra'n menys
Crèdit de la imatge: Rachel Edwards
Obres de Noel Ignatiev
Hard Crackers: Chronicles of Everyday Life 1 exemplars
Obres associades
When Race Becomes Real: Black and White Writers Confront Their Personal Histories (2002) — Col·laborador — 42 exemplars
Etiquetat
Coneixement comú
- Nom oficial
- Ignatiev, Noel Saul
- Altres noms
- Ignatin , Noel Saul (birth name)
- Data de naixement
- 1940-12-27
- Data de defunció
- 2019-11-09
- Gènere
- male
- Nacionalitat
- USA
- Lloc de naixement
- Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
- Lloc de defunció
- Tucson, Arizona, USA
- Llocs de residència
- Chicago, Illinois, USA
Boston, Massachusetts, USA
Connecticut, USA - Educació
- Harvard University (MA, PhD - American Studies)
- Professions
- professor (American Studies)
factory worker - Organitzacions
- Massachusetts College of Art (Department of Critical Studies)
Harvard University (W.E.B. DuBois Institute for Afro-American Research)
Race Traitor (The journal of new abolitionism) - Premis i honors
- American Book Award
Membres
Ressenyes
Llistes
Premis
Potser també t'agrada
Autors associats
Estadístiques
- Obres
- 12
- També de
- 3
- Membres
- 665
- Popularitat
- #37,923
- Valoració
- 3.8
- Ressenyes
- 2
- ISBN
- 17
I’m more of an air fairy than a historian, so you notice I said what brought about the events, not, the book and what the author is like. I suppose I must leave him to summarize himself since I guess we are not always alike; I am not really an apologist for the American working class, or any working class. As an air fairy, I just can’t see how we’re different, although I’m not the one who’s sad, you know. I wasn’t born with chains around my neck. (Incidentally of course most air fairies are only nurturing when it suits them, which is what turns people off to them. “Stop being sick. Now.” But I could always just go to school and enjoy all the people who look like me, you know. No chains.)
Anyway, in the 19th century the Irish as immigrants were like pale-skinned Hispanics; not black of hue, but not fully swallowed up into whiteness. But more poor people want to step on ants and hit it big (and be rich), than want to save all the poor people, the legitimate shortcomings of the various socialist systems usually not being the actual rationale. (I’m not really an anti-communist—demons under the bed—but I don’t get romantic about it, you know. No one has a system without flaws yet, so I’m not a systems-romantic.)
The thing is, although there is that false security of the person who’s fortunate and can’t feel others’ pain, sometimes the worst enemy of progress is the class on the bottom, especially if they’re not quite on the bottom yet and plan on climbing up. Lack breeds insecurity. Insecurity breeds violence. White Irish mobs attack Black churches in the 1840s. No shame.
Maybe what I’ve written is terribly callous, but I think you’ve just got to have a vision, you know. If your vision is having a house like people who look like you have a house that you don’t have, you have no vision.
You just have to accept you’re not guaranteed a life the way you have to die. If you’re insecure about your non-guaranteed life, you become a great pillager.… (més)