Colson Whitehead lobbies for a presidential appointment and tickles the funny bone (and jiggles the restless leg) here in the New York Times:
ONE year ago today, we officially became a postracial society. Fifty-three percent of the voters opted for the candidate who would be the first president of African descent, and in doing so eradicated racism forever.
…There are naysayers, however, who believe that we can’t erase centuries of entrenched prejudice, cultivated hatred and institutionalized dehumanization overnight. Maybe we haven’t come as far as we think. That’s why I’d like to throw my hat in the ring for the position of secretary of postracial affairs.
…My plans aren’t mere abstract theorizing. As the secretary of postracial affairs, I want to get out there and engage the people, organize town halls, get up in people’s homes and faces. Eat their food. There’s a variation on an old parlor game that I use to ease people in. You write down on a card what race you were pre-postraciality, and stick it on your forehead so the other players can see. Then, prompted by their clues, you try to figure out what color you were before everything changed. It’s a real icebreaker.
I can’t do it alone. We each have to do our part. I’m just a sad, lonely man trying to piggyback on this whole postracial thing to educate folks about my restless leg syndrome.