A Question of Language
by Gloria Naylor

After earning a graduate degree in Afro-American Studies from Yale University, Ms. Naylor worked as a columnist for the New York Times. In addition, she has been visiting professor and writer-in-residence at Princeton University, New York University, Brandeis and Boston University among others. Her first novel, The Women of Brewster Place (1982), won an American Book Award and Ws subsequently produced by Oprah Winfrey as a major television motion picture. "A Question of Language" was first published in the New York Times in 1986.

Language is the subject. It is the written form with which I've managed to keep the wolf away from the door and, in diaries, to keep my sanity. In spite of this, I consider the written word inferior to the spoken, and much of the frustration experienced by novelists is the awareness that whatever we manage to capture in even the most transcendent passages falls far short of the richness of life. Dialogue achieves its power in the dynamics of a fleeting moment of sight, sound, smell, and touch.

I'm not going to enter the debate here about whether it is language that shapes reality or vice versa. That battle is doomed to be waged whenever we seek intermittent reprieve from the chicken and egg dispute. I will simply take the position that the spoken word, like the written word, amounts to a nonsensical arrangement of sounds or letters with a consensus that assigns "meaning." And building from the meanings of what we hear, we order reality. Words themselves are innocuous; it is the consensus that gives them true power.

I remember the first time I heard the word nigger. In my third-grade class, our math tests were being passed down the rows, and as I handed the papers to a little boy in back of me, I remarked that once again he had received a much lower mark than I did. He snatched his test from me and spit out that word. Had he called me a nymphomaniac or a necrophiliac, I couldn't have been more puzzled. I didn't know what a nigger was, but I knew that whatever it meant, it was something he shouldn't have called me. This was verified when I raised my hand, and in a loud voice repeated what he had said and watched the teacher scold him for using a "bad" word. I was later to go home and ask the inevitable question that every black parent must face -- "Mommy, what does 'nigger' mean?"

And what exactly did it mean? Thinking back, I realize that this could not have been the first time the word was used in my presence. I was part of a large extended family that had migrated from the rural South after World War II and formed a close-knit network that gravitated around my maternal grandparents. Their ground-floor apartment in one of the buildings they owned in Harlem was a weekend Mecca for my immediate family, along with countless aunts, uncles, and cousins who brought along assorted friends. It was a bustling and open house with assorted neighbors and tenants popping in and out to exchange bits of gossip, pick up an old quarrel or referee the ongoing checkers game in which my grandmother cheated shamelessly. They were all there to let down their hair and put up their feet after a week of labor in the factories, laundries, and shipyards of New York.

Amid the clamor, which could reach deafening proportions -- two or three conversations going on simultaneously, punctuated by the sound of a baby's crying somewhere in the back rooms or out on the street -- there was still a rigid set of rules about what was said and how. Older children were sent out of the living room when it was time to get into the juicy details about 'you-know-who" up on the third floor who had gone and gotten herself 'p-r-e-g-n-a-n-t!" But my parents, knowing that I could spell well beyond my years, always demanded that I follow the others out to play. Beyond sexual misconduct and death, everything else was considered harmless for our young ears. And so among the anecdotes of the triumphs and disappointments in the various workings of their lives, the word nigger was used in my presence, but it was set within contexts and inflections that caused it to register in my mind as something else.

In the singular, the word was always applied to a man who had distinguished himself in some situation that brought their approval for his strength, intelligence, or drive:

"Did Johnny really do that?"

"I'm telling you, that nigger pulled in $6,000 of overtime last year. Said he got enough for a down payment on a house."

When used with a possessive adjective by a woman -- "my nigger" -- it became a term of endearment for a husband or boyfriend. But it could be more than just a term applied to a man. In their mouths it became the pure essence of manhood -- a disembodied force that channeled their past history of struggle and present survival against the odds into a victorious statement of being: "Yeah, that old foreman found out quick enough -- you don't mess with a nigger."

In the plural, it became a description of some group within the community that had overstepped the bounds of decency as my family defined it: Parents who neglected their children, a drunken couple who fought in public, people who simply refused to look for work, those with excessively dirty mouths or unkempt households were all "trifling niggers." This particular circle could forgive hard times, unemployment, the occasional bout of depression -- they had gone through all of that themselves -- but the unforgivable sin was lack of self-respect.

A woman could never be a nigger in the singular, with its connotation of confirming worth. The noun girl was its closest equivalent in that sense, but only when used in direct address and regardless of the gender doing the addressing. Girl was a token of respect for a woman. The one-syllable word was drawn out to sound like three in recognition of the extra ounce of wit, nerve, or daring that the woman had shown in the situation under discussion.

"G-i-r-l, stop. You mean you said that to his face?"

But if the word was used in the third-person reference or shortened so that it almost snapped out of the mouth, it always involved some element of communal disapproval. And age became an important factor in these exchanges. It was only between individuals of the same generation, or from an older person to a younger (but never the other way around), that "girl" would be considered a compliment.

I don't agree with the argument that use of the word nigger at this social stratum of the black community was an internalization of racism. The dynamics were the exact opposite: the people in my grandmother's living room took a word that whites used to signify "worthlessness or degradation" and rendered it impotent. Gathering there together, they transformed nigger to signify the varied and complex human beings they knew themselves to be. If the word was to disappear totally from the mouths of even the most liberal of white society, no one in that room was naive enough to believe it would disappear from white minds. Meeting the word head-on, they proved it had absolutely nothing to do with the way they were determined to live their lives.

So there must have been dozens of times that the word nigger was spoken in front of me before I reached the third grade. But I didn't "hear" it until it was said by a small pair of lips that had already learned it could be a way to humiliate me. That was the word I went home and asked my mother about. And since she knew that I had to grow up in America, she took me in her lap and explained.


Discussion Questions

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  • Naylor opens this essay with the assertion "Language is the subject." From your reading, what would you say is Naylor's main point about this subject?
  • "Words themselves are innocuous; it is the consensus that gives them true power." What, in your judgment, is the meaning of this statement? Do you agree or disagree with it? Drawing from personal experience, give an example to support your position.
  • Naylor makes the point that, when used among the family and people she grew up with, the word nigger had an entirely different set of meanings than when used by whites or other ethnic groups. Why wasn't she confused by the meanings put forward by her family and friends when using this word?
  • Why is it that Naylor, like so many African Americans, has no problem with black people using the term nigger but will get extremely upset and angry when the term is used by non-blacks? Do African Americans or any other ethnic group, for that matter, have an exclusive right to use a perjorative word like nigger while other groups do not? If so, explain why.
  • When was the first time that the word nigger was used in your presence when you understood that it was a negative, stereotypical way of referring to black people? How would you explain to your own child what that term means.
    Key Words and Concepts

    The following words and concepts may be found in "A Question of Language." Using your dictionary, define each of these terms. Having done that, you re to then use the word correctly in a single complete sentence containing a subject and a verb.

    1. transcendent
    2. nonsensical
    3. consensus
    4. innocuous
    5. inevitable
    6. bustling
    7. clamor
    8. disembodied
    9. unkempt
    10. communal


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