Nigger: The Strange Career of a Troublesome Word
The Uses of Ugliness
A review by John McWhorter
No white person calls me "nigger," at least not when I am around. The
white people with whom I come into contact seem aware that the word is
today "the filthiest, dirtiest, nastiest word in the English language,"
as Christopher Darden put it during the O.J. Simpson trial. I know "nigger"
mainly as an affectionate in-group term favored especially by black men.
Beyond this, "nigger" exists for me largely in euphemism, as what the
media calls "the N word," discussed more than used, the discussion usually
exploring the popularity of the word among blacks. Randall Kennedy's book
starts out with a chronicle of various recorded uses of the word in days
gone by. When Booker T. Washington dined with Theodore Roosevelt at the
White House, Senator Benjamin Tillman of South Carolina groused that "the
action of President Roosevelt in entertaining that nigger will necessitate
our killing a thousand niggers in the South before they will learn their
place again." That one hits home in how it casually situates "nigger"
in a sentence with such elegant syntax, like a lump of mud set in molded
aspic. Harry Truman was polite to Representative Adam Clayton Powell Jr.
until Truman's wife backed the DAR's refusal to allow Powell's wife, the
acclaimed pianist Hazel Scott, to perform at Constitution Hall; and after
Powell attacked Truman's wife in the press for this, Truman referred to
him as "that damned nigger preacher." In 1947, members of the Philadelphia
Phillies yelled the likes of "We don't want you here, nigger" at Jackie
Robinson from the dugout as if "synchronized by some master conductor,"
Such accounts of the racist epithet usually provoke yet another indignant
call to ban "nigger" from American speech, on the grounds that it is a
symbol of the ugliness of the past. But in the second section of his book
Kennedy presents an almost numbing parade of uses of "nigger" right here
in the present, in our post-Civil Rights Act era, uses that are quite
free of euphemism or irony. Illinois, 1977: a black man returns a defective
product and the sales clerk writes on the sheet that he asks him to sign
"Arrogant nigger refused exchange." Ohio, 1994: a white employer calls
a black employee a "sleazy nigger." North Carolina, 1995: District Attorney
Jerry Spivey sees the Denver Broncos' Ray Jacobs talking to his wife and,
drunk, says, "Look at that nigger hitting on my wife." Florida, 2000:
white high school seniors in a newsletter conclude a violent screed against
a black teacher with "Die nigger."
These observations are urgent, in their way. As increasing numbers of
blacks and whites are speaking up against the culture of victimhood that
is hobbling black America, it is becoming almost a cliche to chant that
racism is not dead, but rarely is that chant bolstered with sustained
documentation. It is easy to suppose at this late date that there is barely
any overt racism left in the United States, beyond scattered hate-group
yahoos whom most of us have never met. Kennedy's catalog of mundane cases
of explicit anti-black prejudice provides ample illustration of what lurks
beneath the surface politeness of many whites. The sheer number of Kennedy's
awful examples implies the tip of an iceberg. The cases documented in
court records are like the ancient creatures that randomly came to be
fossilized: the preserved evidence captures hints of a vaster reality.
Much of the reason that I do not get called "nigger" is that such language
is especially stigmatized in the academic and artistic realms in which
I circulate, which are, after all, the rarefied corners of a much larger
But Kennedy's book is not just one more book by a black academic dressing
up the blame game in its Sunday best. Where many see blacks' use of "nigger"
as evidence of self-hate, Kennedy is heartened by it. He even goes as
far as to give his stamp of approval to what we might call "nigger," stage
three in which whites use the word with their black friends (and sometimes
even their white friends) as a term of affection. Even before Kennedy's
book was published, leftist black academics were screaming foul as if
"synchronized by some master conductor," taking the line, common in such
circles, that the word must be "stamped out." The notoriously screechy
columnist Julianne Malveaux judged that "you are just giving a whole bunch
of racists who love to use the word permission to use it even more." From
Columbia Law School, Patricia Williams ruled that "seeing ['nigger'] floating
abstractly on a bookshelf in a world that is still as polarized as ours
makes me cringe." And of course there was the inevitable accusation of
mercenary motivation: Houston Baker Jr. remarked that "I see no reason
whatsoever to do this, except to make money."
Such views are founded in an ignorance of the history and the nature of
language, and they must be listed in a long line of vain attempts throughout
written history to ban the use of words that offend. I do not know of
a single recorded instance of a word that was truly driven out of usage
by fiat. The most that one can do is drive a word underground whereupon
its taboo status lends it more power rather than less power, rather like
the cultural prestige that was conferred upon drinking alcohol by the
Kennedy's game tolerance of the extensions of "nigger" among blacks
and then back to whites is, linguistically speaking, on the right track.
Human speech is intimate, spontaneous, and controlled mostly from the
subconscious. It will submit to comment, but not to editing. Kennedy usefully
focuses on the black use of "nigger" and on "nigger," stage three, as
evidence of the word's dynamic transformation over time, even seeing blacks'
adoption of the word as itself the expression of psychological and historical
agency, a self-empowering retort to the word's original use as a slur.
Indeed, not only is it inherent in words to hang around despite attempts
to extirpate them, it is also inherent in them to change their meaning
over time. And not just the sexy, controversial words. "Silly" began as
meaning, of all things, "blessed"; and its evolution into its current
meaning was a gradual, incremental process over several centuries. "Innumerable"
began in its literal meaning, "unable to be counted"; but since something
hard to count is usually numerous, the meaning has slowly evolved into
"many." Twists such as these are what make Shakespeare's language so challenging.
For him, "wit" meant "knowledge" (preserved in the expression "mother
wit"), and not Noel Coward's sense of humor. When Polonius tells Laertes,
"And these few precepts in thy memory/Look thou character," by "character"
he means "write" or "inscribe." And in the original Shakespeare folios
we can still see orthographical echoes of the fact that "Goodbye" began
as "God be with you." The ugly nature of the past and present of "nigger"
does not exempt the word, then, from this universal process of transformation.
Words are like the clump in a lava lamp, and "nigger" is currently squishing
around in the little hourglass like all the other words.
Kennedy is especially good in situating the campaign against "nigger"
in the context of the hate speech movement. He staunchly comes out in
favor of treating "nigger" as an example of "mere words" rather than classifying
its utterance as a legally prosecutable assault. The policing of language
by law encourages deceptive manipulations, such as Tawana Brawley's claim
that white police officers raped her and scrawled "nigger" on her body
in feces, now proven to be false but enshrined as a symbolic legend by
scholars such as Patricia Williams. Also, the trip-wire sensitivity to
perceived insult often leads to unjustifiable firings and other moral
and legal imbroglios.
Kennedy takes us back to widely covered cases such as the firing of
municipal supervisor David Howard in Washington, D.C. when he used the
word "niggardly" in discussing a budget, and the dust-up in 1997 over
the Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary's definition of "nigger" as
"a black person usu. taken to be offensive." In the latter case, a black
computer technician read the definition as implying that all black people
are "niggers," and even elicited a boycott threat from Kweisi Mfume. But
she was deaf to context: dictionary entries record what a word is used
to refer to, and sadly, the original meaning of "nigger" is often intended
as a statement about all black people. This is an empirical matter. Kennedy
appositely notes that this implies sanction no more than the same dictionary's
listing for "honky": "a white person usu. used disparagingly."
Cases like the dictionary flap are dismaying, given how readily many
black thinkers and leaders insist that whites view black misbehavior "in
context." One might argue, in fact, that critical race theory, urging
blacks to treat the race's "story" as their own, is based on an over-extension
of context in legal and political thought. But then the dictionary case
and the general call to classify "nigger" as "hate speech" turn around
and propose to under-extend context, in the service of what Kennedy aptly
terms "formulaic rage."
Kennedy also casts light on the frequent claims that the use of "nigger"
is "on the rise." Julianne Malveaux, for example, recently claimed that
the use of the word is "escalating." Kennedy objects that "too often the
dramatic retelling of an anecdote is permitted to substitute for a more
systematic, quantitative analysis." As always in his writings, especially
in his under-read book Race, Crime, and the Law, Kennedy's commitment
to racial justice is plain, and so is his impatience with the subverting
of empiricism by the theatrics of the underdog. He frequently throws the
cold water of common sense upon issues that are too often cloaked in glib
histrionics: "After all, even when one is able to say that the number
of reported incidents in a certain year was greater than the number of
reported incidents in another year, there remains the problem of determining
whether the reporting itself was a mirror of reality or a result of efforts
to elicit from subjects their dissatisfaction with conduct they perceived
to be offensive."
Kennedy's most useful point on the "mere words" issue is not only that
the use of the term "nigger" is increasingly infrequent in public, but
also that in the end it is less harmful than the subtler operations of
racism that really can impede self-realization. Kennedy cites three sterling
sentences by Henry Louis Gates Jr. on this theme: "The real power commanded
by the racist is likely to vary inversely with the vulgarity with which
it is expressed. Black professionals soon learn that it is the socially
disenfranchised the lower class, the homeless who are more likely to
hail them as `niggers.' The circles of power have long since switched
to a vocabulary of indirection." In this way, focusing discussion and
legislation on "nigger" channels our attention to the least harmful reflex
Here is where, once again, many black thinkers misread context in favor
of the easy emotional score. In the vein of Kennedy's and Gates's point,
I might note that I dissimulated a bit in saying that I have never been
called a "nigger" to my face. A hard-drinking, working-class white man
in the apartment complex in which I was living once mumbled, "Just a nigger
anyway," after we had had an altercation over his screaming at his wife
outside my apartment until two in the morning. But this elicited in me
not rage, nor chills, nor tears. It provoked only a sense of victory.
After all, I was just out of graduate school and on my way to an interesting
career and a comfortable life. He, on the other hand, may very well still
be living in that crummy building. He had clearly gotten about as far
as he ever would in life. His use of "nigger" was a defensive yelp of
And so this exchange, for me, did not count as being "called 'nigger.'"
The reason the word is such a hot potato is that its use supposedly cuts
the African American hearer like a knife, reviving memories of how blacks
were treated in decades past, disrupting our allegedly fragile egos. But
I cannot say that experiencing this outburst from that man under those
circumstances made me feel that Redwood City, California in 1994 was Birmingham,
Alabama in 1963 all over again. Frankly, I took it as a musical return
to the tonic, a pleasantly unequivocal sign that I had won the fight.
Still, Kennedy could have gone deeper on the reasons for the evolution
of "nigger." Yes, the meanings of words always change, but it does not
quite do simply to celebrate black comedians' rampant reveling in the
word as a rejection of "boring conventions," as Kennedy puts it. The changing
meanings of words do not always indicate progress. The word "hussy," for
example, has its roots in the innocent "housewife." (Old English's
huswif gradually transmogrified into huzzif and then hussy.)
Many people want "nigger" to disappear, but sometimes a word disappears
only because other terms have arisen to convey the same sentiment more
surreptitiously. Whatever happened to "token black"? As late as the 1970s,
the expression was urgently wielded to call attention to the dehumanization
of blacks by placing them in prominent positions as a cynical, quick-fix
way of deflecting charges of racism. Today the left sees this very brand
of tokenism as the permissible collateral damage of "diversity." Thus
"affirmative action" has eased out "token black," distracting many from
the fact that too often it is just this that the policy has fostered.
Along similar lines, blacks' in-group use of "nigger" is certainly one
part affection, as Kennedy notes. Worldwide, humans recruit disparaging
epithets as terms of endearment: humility is a necessary prelude to intimacy.
In an episode of Seinfeld, George Costanza falls in with a clique
of businessmen who refer to one another affectionately as "bastard," and
he picks up the habit as he is accepted among them. One often can hear
white friends referring to one another in jocular vein as "motherfucker."
In Russian, the term muzhik technically means "peasant," but has
evolved into a term of affection, indicating that a man is the "genuine
article," a fine fellow. Young white women occasionally recruit "bitch"
in this fashion: in the early 1990s at Stanford, a student-written feminist
'zine was called Critical Bitch. (The solicitation for submissions
read: "Don't just be a bitch be a critical bitch!")
It is thus no accident that, as Kennedy notes, even Asian teens in California
are heard calling each other "nigger," in line with their adoption of
hip-hop fashions, musical tastes, and attitudes. More than once in the
Bay Area I have thought that I was hearing black teens only to discover
that they were Chinese or Filipino. In this way the use of "nigger" by
blacks is to an extent a warm and innocent leveler, equivalent to a sense
among many people that getting intoxicated together is a kind of initiation
of spiritual brotherhood. Among many black men, one has not really arrived
as part of the group until one is being called "nigger."
But only briefly does Kennedy acknowledge the substantial role of self-hatred
in all this. It is significant that it is this term, among all the odious
expressions of racism, that has acquired such cachet. If affection and
solidarity were really the only factor, then "motherfucker" could do the
trick. But the use of "nigger" by blacks contains an echo of the internalization
of the contempt of whites. It conveys not only that you are "a reg'lar
fella," but also that you are "nothing but the lower organism that whitey
thinks you are." All is not well when an obbligato such as this bobs and
weaves through casual conversations among black men across the United
There are times when this aspect of the word's meaning is painfully
clear. Truman's calling Powell "that damned nigger preacher" was ironic
when situated within a larger "context." But some years later, as Martin
Luther King Jr. began to steal Powell's thunder, Powell dismissively asked:
"Who's this nigger preacher?" He was animadverting in part on King's darker
complexion and humbler origins. Powell, by contrast, was a phenotypically
near-white scion of bourgeois upbringing. So King was "blacker" than Powell
and thus, to Powell, a nigger.
Blacks' use of "nigger" may be affectionate, or creative, or a coping
mechanism; but it is certainly more than just a cheeky refusal to be "boring."
And this extends to "nigger," stage three. Kennedy actually describes
two uses in this vein. One is whites' careful use of the word to their
black friends. Kennedy notes a nimble depiction of this in Spike Lee's
film Bamboozled, where a "down with it" white producer cockily
prides himself on knowing the taste of "niggers" better than the educated,
buttoned-up black protagonist. My feelings about this usage are more ambivalent
than Kennedy's, but never mind: overall, it recapitulates the challenging
blend of affection and dismissal that Kennedy describes.
But the other convention of "nigger," stage three, is the increasingly
prevalent attempts by whites to fashion "nigger" into a reference to people
of all races who display inappropriate behavior, weak character, and slovenly
speech. The most memorable recent example was Senator Robert Byrd's controversial
remark that "I've seen a lot of white niggers in my time." Now, it would
be lovely if "nigger" really did shed any association with a particular
race, becoming synonymous with "wastrel" or "asshole." But in our moment,
alas, this use of "nigger" makes me cringe. What I hear in "white nigger"
is "white person who is so disreputable as to compare with the worst among
even black people." The subtle implication is that the lowly black person
is the lowliest person of all. At the very least it reveals a certain
obsession with "the Negro" and his character. After all, why are we not
using "wop," "spic," or "kike" in this way? Some might object that these
terms are all now a tad archaic, but this only begs the question as to
why they were not recruited in such fashion when they were current.
Much of Kennedy's book consists of taxonomic outlinings of legal cases
in which "nigger" has played a part; the second section particularly shows
its roots in the law-review realm. (There is a whiff of Lexis-Nexis throughout
the book.) Kennedy is a graceful writer, but finally this is not the full-scale
"exploration" of a word and its significance that many readers might wish.
Still, the book's brevity is one of its strengths. A plangent three-hundred-page
disquisition on the word "nigger" would be a melodramatic, backward endeavor.
The obsession among many people with the word "nigger" boils down to
this, roughly: "I am a strong and self-empowered person. Therefore the
mere utterance of a racial slur referring to my race will reduce me to
tears and helpless rage." This is a curious manifesto for a race on the
rise, and I suspect that Kennedy would agree. In one of his best passages,
he observes: "In stressing the 'terror' of verbal abuse, proponents of
hate-speech regulation have, ironically, empowered abusers while simultaneously
weakening black students by counseling that they should feel grievously
wounded by remarks that their predecessors would have ignored or shaken
off." When a white person throws "nigger" at a black person, what he or
she is saying is: "You are inferior to me because of your race." The sad,
simple fact is that if a black person can be reduced to sputtering despair
by this word, then deep down he or she believes that the charge is true.
Our problem, then, is less linguistic than spiritual, less a word than
a self-image. If black Americans truly love themselves, then Kennedy's
two cents businesslike, bite-sized, and focused on moving ahead rather
than wallowing in the past is just about all we need on "the N word."
And after we have perused the "Arts & Ideas" page and heard the lively
talk-radio shows in the wake of this book's appearance, let us get back
to rebuilding the inner cities and addressing racial profiling.
John McWhorter is a contributing editor at TNR.
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