Last weekend we went out for a sail with Ken, a boat delivery captain who helped us in the boat buying process, but there was only 4 knots of wind or so (although the forecast called for 10 knots.) So we motored around looking for wind but all the sailboats as far as we could see were all perfectly vertical. We went back to the marina to practice some docking with both engines and moving around in tight corners.
That was actually helpful. I'm pretty confident I can take Oli Kai to the fueling dock and turn her around those fingers pretty easily by myself. Gotta love the twin engines.
Oh and I saw a brotha! But he looked like he was staff working because he had on some crisp white shirt with an official looking logo. Oh, and he was cleaning fenders on several different boats. He was the first black person I've seen in our marina. I haven't seen any others sailing around here. And certainly not any black women sailors. I've heard they're out there. I've just never met them. Well, I take that back. My friend Aina and her partner are pretty new sailors and plan to circumnavigate one day. They've moved up in their sailing certifications and can charter the big boats now. They live on the east coast. But that's it. I don't personally know any others and know only a handful of black men sailors.
When I went to school back east, I was floored by the rich black folks I met. Having come from Texas and having gone to public school all my life until college, I had never met black folks with money. I'm talkin' "dad and I used to sail on our yacht on the weekends" money. I busted out laughing so hard when one of my black guy friends told me that. I thought he was being stupid. And then I realized he was like a Bill Cosby kind of black man. It blew my mind. Until I went to college, I never personally knew any black folks who played any sports like golf or lacrosse. Even soccer was a "white sport," at least for girls. When my high school track coach decided he was going to start up the first girls' soccer team our mostly black school had ever had, he assembled all of us athletes from track, basketball, and volleyball and taught us from scratch. And hells yeah, we kicked butt too. Sailing, well, that was completely off my radar as a sport or hobby. To me, that meant you had to have mucho dinero and at that time I equated mucho dinero with whiteness. But having spent time in Atlanta, DC, and now the bay area as an adult--I see that that equation is with much fault. And I now understand that you don't have to have a lot of money to be a sailor or enjoy it as a sport (that is, if you keep a watch on the "boat bucks".) I can't help but crack up when I see this picture that OCSC uses on their website. I'm like um, where did that black woman come from? Is that me that they photoshoped? Just kidding. I know there's one very cool black woman who works there but I have never seen any others there.

Wow, a black woman sailor?! She looks like she's laughing nervously though. She's like, " honey, don't you dare let go of this helm or I'll go oops upside ya' head"
As we passed other boaters, they waved and nodded the friendly sailor nod but addressed their questions about our boat toward Ken. I think they assumed that because of his race and age, he was the boat owner. It probably would have been different if he weren't there. And E and I do look quite young for our age. His patients are always suspect when they walk into his office and some ask him his age up front. We are both over 35 and still get carded! Yay for Okinawan/black genes and those Cuban genes are pretty awesome too. But boo because we also get questioned and patronized more often than we should if we looked our age. Our granola-ish, clothing probably doesn't help much either.
From my very brief time in marinas and the boating world there appears to be the yachtie types--those with those hideously fugly dock shoes and ultra-preppy New England-ish shirts and sweaters neatly pressed and tucked into their creased pants. And there's the boater who wears what doesn't smell too rankish for a sail and has second hand almost everything yet also has the brilliant, top of the line technical gear. E fits into category 2 for sure. I fit into a 3rd category. The sailor who still has no idea what she is doing and therefore is not sure what works for sailing. I show up in a mish mash of clothes, some cute and totally impractical along with technical stuff fit for say, snowboarding. (It's waterproof right? Can't that stuff cross-over?) I'll figure it out soon enough I hope.
Anywho...My real issue for this post is that I would hate to be questioned--no interrogated- as weather Oli Kai were my boat just because of assumptions and stereotypes. My brother gets regularly stopped for DWB--"driving while black." The cops consistently profile and say, "we were just checking..." It's exhausting. The regulars on our finger have seen us enough times to know who we are but what about others who don't come to the marina often? I would hate to get that suspicious look when boarding my own boat. I worry about being "henry louis gated"-- yes, even in the bay area. I'm hoping that the boating crowd is more open minded.
Yes, yes, yes. I'm sensitive to this. Just last year, right here in Oakland near Piedmont Ave., an older white woman stopped me while I was with my son next to me and as I was putting a package together at the post office and Mario was at my side. She asked, "are you allowed to run personal errands while on duty." It took me a good minute to figure out what the heck she was talking about. And then it clicked. She thought I was the nanny and Ms. Daisy was policing. Somehow I managed to reply that Mario was my son (his skin color is WAY lighter than mine) and she looked us over both pretty good and left. I am still mad about that. The nerve--even if I had been the nanny geez.... Policing to keep folks in their place and by folks you know what I mean here. I get mad because I feel that awful history running through my blood and I'm unable to control how I'm being hailed/interpellated. Eduardo is Cubano. But he's like the Cameron Diaz kinda Cuban so he doesn't get the profiling thing. If anyone is suspicious of him it's when he totally grunges out and they profile based on stereotypes of lower class folks.
Anyway-- I just came across
this interesting article about South Africa's racing team (Team Shosholoza) in which "half the crew are black." The coach says, "
And it's not very often you see black people sailing on boats, and half our crew are black. It makes people stop and look. And our team loves the recognition."
That's cool. A friend of mine used to work on tugboats and other large vessels and said that the crew of those kinds of ships are always pretty diverse but it's the opposite in the sailing world. It's about work vs. leisure/recreation.
Well, when we make our first journey anywhere far enough to be significant, I'm giving ourselves an accolade to be reckoned with: "First black/Japanese/Cuban family to make it to ____." We haven't really met any other latino sailors--that is latino sailors who don't look like the telenovela stars and have 3 maids. We'll see what it's like out there when we really start to immerse ourselves in this world.