These two pieces relate quite distinctly to one another, and Richard
Wright seems to be often echoing the same message as Omi and Winant are
writing about. Omi and Winant attempt to define just what "race" is, and
mention repeatedly that race, and how it is defined, has "varied
tremendously over time and between different societies" (Omi and Winant
13). Wright discusses his own personal experiences, and they quite
remarkably echo just what Omi and Winant wrote about so academically.
Wright does not have to define race, his entire story is about race, and
the constant differences blacks faced in a white society. As he notes
early in his account, "It was all right to throw cinders. The greatest
harm a cinder could do was leave a bruise. But broken bottles were
dangerous; they left you cut, bleeding, and helpless" (Wright 21). The
"sociohistoric concept" of race in Wright's life was to change, just as Omi
and Winant noted it would, but before it could change, Wright would have to
face blatant discrimination and prejudice in his life, from his first job,
to his education and eventual career as a writer. He learned very quickly,
"When you are working for white folks, they said, you got to 'stay in your
place' if you want to keep working" (Wright 24).
Both pieces see race as a "sociohistorical concept," and Wright's
life is a walking illustration of the history of black subjugation in
America. Wright notes when he lived in an all black neighborhood, he felt
more comfortable. "There were black churches and black preachers; there
were black schools and black teachers; black groceries and black clerks.
In fact, everything was so solidly black that for a long time I did not
even think of white folks, save in remote and vague terms" (Wright 22).
Unfortunately, the issue of race has always been one of difference and
superiority. Those of one race look upon others as beneath...