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September 19, 2007....

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"Under her skin"
a Creole grapples with hidden Race.

In her memoir, critic Anatole Broyard's daughter grapples with hidden race.

By Lynell George, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer

FOR 23 years, without second thought, Bliss Broyard checked off boxes that would best describe her to herself as well as to the world: Upper middle class. Connecticut born. Prep school educated. White.

She was part of a handsome, well-respected WASP family: sister to a towheaded blue-eyed brother, Todd; the daughter of a dancer mother, Sandy, with "Nordic good looks"; and her father was the famously prickly, politically conservative book critic for the New York Times, Anatole Broyard, of French extraction, the family thought.

But that changed at 24.

Not all of it. Just one check mark in one box, a single modification. But for Bliss Broyard it altered everything. That year she learned a secret whose revelation would become legend in literary circles, then gradually radiate outward, finally inspiring her to write a just-published memoir, "One Drop: My Father's Hidden Life -- A Story of Race and Family Secrets." In 1990, just weeks before his death from cancer, Broyard's mother (after long prodding her husband to do so himself) gathered her children to tell them that their father -- despite what boxes he checked, despite how he had presented himself to the world -- was of "mixed blood," of Louisiana Creole descent, "part black" -- passing for white.

The idea that she and her brother were, by extension, "part black too" was exciting, Broyard recalls thinking. It made her feel like she "mattered in a way I hadn't before." But there was something unseemly hovering behind the necessity of the secret -- the scope, depth and weight of it. Ultimately her father slipped out of the world stamped and registered as a "white" man, and without discussing the details of his passing with his children. For Bliss Broyard, it was a curious question to consider: Late in the 20th century, what did it mean for her father to have "crossed over" and to have remained there? To have hidden it from his own children, to have cut himself off from extended family scattered throughout the country, as far as Los Angeles -- and in essence from himself?

In "One Drop," Broyard, now 41, grapples frankly with the pact her father made with himself. She doesn't seek to "unmask" him but to expose the circumstances that led to such a drastic choice, one with indelibly painful reverberations.

It took more than a decade for Broyard to try to make her way to the root of the impulse, to the why of the lie, and to sort out what it meant to inherit such a legacy of deception: "Overnight my father's secret turned my normal young adult existential musing of Who am I into a concrete question, What am I?" Broyard writes early on in "One Drop." "My mother had said that his secret caused him more pain than the cancer in his bones. I didn't want any shame clouding up my life. When people asked me what I was, I would tell them. But the question was, What exactly would I say?"

To understand why a man would have stepped out of not only his family but also his ancestry is to confront the United States' history of slavery, Jim Crow discrimination and the deeply rooted caste system built around the color of one's skin and the assumptions constructed around it. The "one drop" of the title refers to a regulation dating back to slavery that classified any American with the smallest trace of "black blood" as black and relegated anyone of mixed race/mixed parentage to the lower-status race.

"It's hard to visit this kind of history," Broyard says, "to meet family that your father rejected. A lot of it is incredibly painful." And yet, Broyard says, "these are the agents that shaped my father's life and mind."

There were a flood of questions to grapple with, the question of shame to address. And "I really did want to know beyond writing a book, 'What did I think about what my father had done,' " she says. "He was still larger than life when he died. I really loved my father and I really identified with him. So I wanted to make sense of it." Her father had built a fence around his new family and new life; had carefully pruned and tended his new identity. He'd attempted to erase all of the footsteps it took to get to that place. Had for the most part cut himself off from the rest of the Broyard clan. "Throughout my father's writing ran the theme that a person's identity was an act of will and style," Broyard notes.

He was the lightest-skinned child of three children, and because both of his sisters, Lorraine and Shirley, lived as black, Anatole seldom, if at all, saw them in later years. Nor did he often see his mother, Edna. (His father died in 1950.) However, the long-hidden family made its appearance -- in classic passing-narrative fashion -- at Anatole's funeral, among the galaxy of literary friends and Connecticut bluebloods. After his death, the plot got thicker, more confusing with each new revelation, each casual anecdote from a family friend or former colleague:

It wasn't that he was openly denying anything, Broyard began to understand, but rather that he was actively eluding labels. And in retrospect, she realized, her father's racial identity was an open secret, something that had always circled in the back-space. "It's always difficult to point to one reason that something happened," says Broyard, who now lives in Brooklyn with her husband and daughter. "But my father had a great amount of unarticulated anxiety, rage and anguish about race."

Six years after his death, she was still struggling with the enormity of it. What finally jump-started her was Henry Louis Gates' 1996 New Yorker profile, "White Like Me," which became the first formal accounting of her father's "crossing over." Broyard was at first furious. "I felt that he had taken away my story." But in retrospect, she realizes that he saved her. Gates, she says, "took the responsibility off me . . . of outing my own father. He forced me to try to get into more conversation about it and to start shaping my ideas. And through him, it gave me the courage to go out and meet my family."

Then in 2001 came Philip Roth's novel "The Human Stain," whose main character was widely thought to be based on Anatole Broyard. It made Bliss Broyard even more eager to finish her own book.




Even the language of passing is full of polite evasion, and careful metaphor -- "crossing over," passed over" "went for white" -- and speaks to the attempt of concretizing something that defies easy explanation. For many African Americans, Anatole Broyard's racial sleight-of-hand is not an unusual or exotic story. "It won't be news," as Bliss Broyard concedes. But the complicated history of Louisiana might be to many people.

"Understanding particularly the Creoles from New Orleans was crucial in my understanding my father's racial identity," says Broyard. "Growing up in Connecticut, all I knew was the most common African American narrative -- you know, Middle Passage, slavery, sharecropping, Great Migration -- and my dad didn't fit into that." She needed to grasp that history with its myriad racial designations -- mulatto, quadroon, octoroon -- and a burgeoning class of free people of color, and an insulated Creole culture with its own language and customs.

Just what was her father wriggling out of? Sloughing off the "stain" of race? Being labeled a "black writer"? Escaping the prison that the "one-drop" rule put him in? Why not not be black if he didn't have to be? "I think his construction was, 'If not for prejudice, I wouldn't have to be in this conundrum.' So rather than holding the whites accountable for the prejudice, he held the blacks accountable. I guess," says the daughter in a small, aggrieved voice, "it's your classic self-hatred."

The more she came to know about Anatole Broyard, the less she began to know about the man she called her father. And while history and context helped explain why some family members chose to occupy an awkward space between -- to work as "white" but live as "colored" -- what would make her father decide to cut the ties completely? And who were those scattered people who lived on the other side of the line, who didn't see color as confining or as a blemish -- those he left behind?

In his Culver City home, Mark Broyard, whose father, Emile, was Anatole Broyard's second cousin, keeps the Creole traditions: He makes red beans and rice on Mondays, laundry day, and he still peppers the occasional sentence with patois. The artist and singer has turned his house into a veritable shrine to New Orleans, full of fleur-de-lis-adorned knickknacks, photos of generations of his family and his own artwork -- complex assemblage pieces that pay tribute to the city. But for all of his reverence to tradition, his love of New Orleans and the old, Creole ways, Mark Broyard has never identified himself as anything other than black.

His family moved to Los Angeles in 1960 when he was 3, but he'd always heard the talk: "I grew up knowing that there was this relation, a writer, Anatole Broyard, who was the book critic at the New York Times, but he'd passed over -- passe blanc -- that was the expression that they used all the time. So we never had any contact with him or his family," says Mark Broyard. "But if you look at the guy, he looks like other Broyards I know -- my dad, my Aunt Elaine. . . ."

Like Mark too.

He later learned the particulars in the New Yorker. And soon after, his cousin Bliss came calling. "There she was in these white-girl tennis shoes, you know -- skate shoes," he says. "I thought, 'Now, no black woman wears Vans! That's gotta be her.' But we hit it off immediately" and have been in touch weekly ever since.

"I just felt sad for Bliss. To be cut off from her heritage. From her family. Look at what she missed. -- the family stories, the culture. . . . So why? It just freaks my mind." Mostly because he doesn't understand why it was so "bad" to be black. "I give my mom and dad credit for staying in the 'hood." And his mother was always there to remind them: " 'Soft-peddle that Creole stuff because a lot of people don't want to hear it.' "

On this side of the divide, possessing ambiguous features was a daily Rorschach: "I've had all kinds of stuff happen to me on [all] sides. Growing up, I had my bike taken, my hair cut off with a steak knife for 'being a white boy.' White folks being nasty and rude to you. Black folks being nasty and rude," he says. "People come up to me and speak Spanish, and when you don't speak it back to them they think you're trying to pass. When I tell them that I'm black, they'll say: 'You're black? Why would you want to be black?' " He can only let out a rueful laugh. It's not a matter of choice for him. "It is what I am."

It was all of this, he says, "that Anatole wanted to avoid." But to what end?

"Everyone knew. So really, he was hiding from himself," explains Mark Broyard. "He wanted to make these literary strides. But the weird thing about it is that he never really made them. He couldn't write the great American novel because there was something all locked up inside of him. And if he told his story -- his real story -- it would have been great. Because he was living an interesting story -- 'How I infiltrated the New York Times,' " Mark says, rifling around for something, a moral to the story. "So maybe while he was embarrassing people, letting people down, maybe he did something profound."

Along with the many questions Bliss Broyard still has for her father, she also wonders: Would he have been happier if he'd stayed in the black community? Would he have been able to achieve his dream of being a writer of import, without constraints? But the larger question looms: Why couldn't he have lived in a moment when those didn't feel like two opposing notions?

Broyard thinks of herself now as someone of mixed-race ancestry -- checking several boxes -- white, black, Native American. "I don't think I can just claim African American identity because I wasn't raised that way, and yet I do feel that there's been a shift in my world view." That in-between space, acknowledging everything -- unlike for her father -- feels like a safe place to rest. "But I do hope, I really hope, that all this can further a conversation about what is black, and how blackness has been defined, the need and difficulty of being forced into these categories . . . I hope that the focus can be on that rather than what my father did."

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Bliss Broyard

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My Father's
Hidden Life--A Story of Race & Family Secrets

Two months before he died of cancer, renowned literary critic Anatole Broyard called his grown son and daughter to his side, intending to reveal a secret he'd kept all their lives and most of his own: he was black.

Born in the French Quarter in 1920, Anatole began to conceal his racial identity after the family moved from New Orleans to the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood of Brooklyn and his parents resorted to "passing" in order to get work. From his bohemian days in the cafés of Greenwich Village in the 1940s to his ascension in the ranks of the literary elite, he continued to maintain the façade.

Serving as a daily book critic for the New York Times for more than a decade, and as a columnist and editor at the New York Times Book Review for several years after that, Anatole was an influential voice in American culture.

To his children he was a charming and attentive father who had strived to raise his family in the lush enclaves of Connecticut and Martha's Vineyard, providing an upbringing far removed from his own childhood.

But even as he lay dying, the truth was too difficult for him to admit, and it was finally their mother who told Bliss and Todd that their sheltered New England childhood had come at a price.

In her remarkable memoir, Bliss Broyard examines her father's choices and the impact of this revelation on her own life. Seeking out unknown relatives in New York, Los Angeles, and New Orleans, she uncovers the 250- year history of her family in America, and chronicles her own evolution from privileged Wasp to a woman of mixed-race ancestry.

The result is a beautifully crafted and touching portrait of her father, and a provocative examination of the profound consequences of racial identity


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Anatole Broyard The Creole
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Bliss Broyard

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Another Response to Creole Food bashing




I have just begun to read your book ...... "World Food" New Orleans .....and I think it is not only  Offensive to Creole people of Color. but also inaccurate, irresponsible and " insulting " to Creole People.. All our  lives we have seen our Culture taken away ,and have seen others take credit for what is Creole ....Our language ,our  food ,our music , our religion ,and our Culture is very Precious to us , and we will not continue to allow it to be destroyed ... Cajuns are not innovators of Creole food ....... African slaves are not "Creoles"and the original European French Creoles were not cooks at all....

The food that creoles have created are not mentioned, the food in New Orleans that is world famous basically derives from Africa... The Beans. The Benets', The Roux , The Gumbo ,and many more are Exclusively of Creole (people of color) origin....

We dont say Cajuns are not good cooks , on the contrary. they are one of the finest ,but the originators are Creoles of color ...;..The tabasco sauce was brought here by people of color who were not allowed to obtain Patents because of the laws in effect at that time.....The articles in the book are highly inaccurate and should be removed or clarified ...We cannot continue to stand by and watch our Culture be taken away from us .....This amounts to "Cultural Genecide".. this has to STOP... Our people will be forced to file a class action suite against all involved if, no action is taken on your part.....You will be receiving a Formal request to do the same in the mail in a few days......

Your reply is appreciated ...

Sincerely... Augustine/Comeaux ... Augustine



On a Wing and a Dare

"John James Audubon"


Last week in the book section of the Times Picayune I read your article on "John James Audubon " and was really offended by some wording in the Article..".Madam Jeanne Rabine" the biological mother of John James Audubon was described as a "Chamber Maid" and Mistress to the elderly Audubon... To me , based on my understanding of the word, it could be, very well, presumed that she was looked upon as nothing but a " Whore "...If you refuse to acknowledge his Mixed Race heritage thats O.K. but please don't bash his True Heritage for I'm sure he loved his Mother...

It is an Insult to all Creole people , for our Ancestors to be treated as such...Because of the" Black Codes" of the time it was illegal for a White man to marry any person of color without violating the law... for this she was not able to gain the respect she deserved...It's O.K. for someone White to have an affair with a person of color and still be respected in his society,no matter how immoral it may be, however, when it is a person of Color, she is considered a Slut or someone without morals...Well it works both ways.

We Creoles have for centuries been abused and robbed of our Cultural identity, and it's about time we stood up for our rights and also be respected as we are Entitled ...Being of a Strong Creole heritage, but , not raised in the South I find it very Offensive, the way our Ancestors are treated and believe me I am not alone.....

Our Ancestors are responsible in a great many ways in making Louisiana and New Orleans as great as it is today..and we have fought in all your Wars of Independance...but yet their decendants treat us as if we don't exist...I doubt if you or any one really cares at all...

We have a great History and My People are proud of it..Maybe you could learn about us as well...Visit our web site and you'll be suprised.. see for yourself who we are..."" Thank you Augustine/Comeaux Web site producer..

 We, as Creoles need to stand up for our Creole pride & stop letting non-Creoles steal away our Cultural Identity,

PLEASE! Stand up for Creoles, Write these people who have no respect or appreciation of our Culture. Lets stop this "Cultural Genocide

"Stand up & Be Counted !!!

"A Creole"
Augustine /Comeaux

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