Sunday, April 20, 2008

What’s In A Name?

What’s in a Name? Well plenty, since this is the new form of job discrimination, along with credit checks, that employers are using to keep our more than qualified offspring from having a future at their company. We all say that we want to provide our children with a better life than we had, all the opportunities they need to be successful in life, all the tools, all the hopes, and yet we curse them with a title that limits their success unless they plan on being strippers, porn stars, rappers, hookers, etc. A young lady I know recently had a child. So she pondered the many illuminous, illustrious names to choose from. She thought long and hard, created numerous beads of sweat on her head, went into labor and after several epidural shots she came of with the greatest name ever: *in a ghetto tone* "Ameretto Alize Brown! That’s hot! That’s it right thurr!" Well that prepares her for her future as an A.A. adviser or participant.
So what is truly in a name? Have names like Akbar, Mustafa, Kareem, become to hard to spell and pronounce? No, but they are putting a bullseye on the backs our people. Are we really trying to make our children so unique (no that is a not a sign for a name), that we make them as common as most Blacks, African Americans, Negroes etc...? As much as we try to deny it, this stereotypes our children who already have several strikes against them. When an employer looks at resumes you better believe that names are the first way of filtering out those who they do not want in their company. It’s the easiest form of job discrimination that is the hardest to prove. Now some of us believe that names should not be a determining factor in our child’s future, but we must realize the society in which we are living. Racism is more hidden now, yet rapidly becoming more prevelant, especially in today’s election between Obama and Hilary.
We are providing them with more ammo to keep our children out of work and in poverty. Is it really necessary to name your child after your favorite car, food, alcohol, a movie character, and expect them to be unique? Kind of defeats the purpose. We are limiting their success. I am for keeping what’s left of our heritage, our roots, our ancestory, but we can hold onto all of that in other ways. Now some of you may say we have to keep some identity for ourselves. Well for the majority of us, our last names are just as white/american as would be the first names. Check your last name with one from Africa and see how close you come to a connection.
*history lesson* When slaves were brought over from Africa, they were given the last name of their slave masters. They were also stripped of their origin names and given a caucasian name. (I said your name’s gon’ be Toby boy!)
So unless we are already celebrities and have millions for our children to nest on, making it almost irrelevant if they get a good job, we need to choose better names and provide our children at least some leverage in getting a job. I was one for naming my child something "different" to establish their identity. Then I joined the workforce and saw how many employers are not hiring people named, Shawnquesha, Elexus, Chardonnay, Chamomile, Epiphany, or the infamous Clitoria, (yeah they did) you get the point. When a name like Shawn, Elaine, Charlene, would help them gain an advantage, or at least get an interview.
Let’s face it, not many of us are starting our own business, and if we did, the stereotype of dealing with black people, usually cause the business to fail, so we have to practice so we can be mvp’s in the game. Granted we may never own a team, or coach it, but we can be stars in it.
So what’s really in a name? Would a rose by any other name still smell as sweet? Well it all depends on what garden it was grown in. Give your child a chance, their identity will still shine through with what you instill in them.
This blog is dedicated to my girl, TaTa Talicious! Keep your head up!

1 comment:

Unknown said...

What’s in a name?

Hehe so funny, so sad, but so true. Since I work in adoptions, I’ve seen my share of funky names. Not saying that because a child has a funky name that he’ll end up in foster care but with some of the name’s I’ve heard, I have a pretty good understanding why? (what kind of ghetto mess are these parents, mostly single mothers, smoking?) I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had a potential adoptive family call and spell the name of the child they were asking about. Why? Cause they dare not try to pronounce the name or they butcher the name all to hell. The problem with this is when little Zhaijah and Jazzerium (actual names) get with Jim and Becky White Couple then what is going to happen? Name Change! They dare not take this child home and introduce them to the local church and have the pastor not be able to say their names. Raising a black child will be challenge enough.

Why is Ursula looking at this through black and white glasses? Because we as black people discriminate against ourselves as well. I have two examples…1) Again, since I work in adoptions, I had to man a booth at the SC State Fair about adoption in the Cantey building for the duration of the fair (10 days). I literally met hundreds if not thousands of people interested in adoption. The black couples I met had apprehension…why? One family in particular said the names were too “strong”. I suggested name change several times to convince families to take a chance. It’s a shame that whether or not a child can receive a forever family is contingent upon their name, that when they get that home, their name will be changed and not because they got a fresh start.

2) I have a girlfriend who is a recruiter for Blue Cross Blue Shield and yes she is black. I can’t tell you how may resumes she gets from people with crazy names and how many of them end up in the trash. Now, she is fair and at least calls all of them but most of the time she finds out that they are not the right sort of applicant. One time in particular she had to call an applicant with the name Vagina. She called and said, “May I speak to ugh….ugh….” The applicant said, Its VA-Gina. She then replied, “Oh, ok.” An employer should never be placed in the position to decide whether or not to call and ask for pussy on the phone. Come on. Not saying that people with f’k’d up names can’t be smart but they are usually products of their environment…hot ghetto mess!! My people, my people. Do us all a favor and start using more traditional, easy to spell and say names please!! Best one’s I’ve heard to date: lemonjello ( la-mon- ja- lo) and orangejello (or- ran- ja-lo). True story, no lie!!!!