A recent article in New York Magazine detailed some of the racist tactics of a landlord who controlls several New York buildings ("Grim, Racist Methods of One Brooklyn Landlord"). In the article the anonymous landlord discussed how he evicted black tenants in buildings that he owned in order to put in white tenants. He bought out leases and installed white tenants, asserting: "My saying is — again, I’m not racist — every black person has a price.
The average price for a black person here in Bed-Stuy is $30,000
dollars. Up over there in East New York, it’s $10,000 dollars. Everyone
wants them to leave, not because we don’t like them, it’s just they’re
messing up — they bring everything down. Not all of them." Later the landlord stated: "If there’s a black tenant in the house—in every building we have, I put
in white tenants. They want to know if black people are going to be
living there. So sometimes we have ten apartments and everything is
white, and then all of the sudden one tenant comes in with one black
roommate, and they don’t like it. They see black people and get all
riled up, they call me: “We’re not paying that much money to have black
people live in the building.” If it’s white tenants only, it’s clean. I
know it’s a little bit racist but it’s not. They’re the ones that are
paying and I have to give them what they want." "
I think that there will be many readers (of the article linked above and this blog post) who are appalled and surprised at the persistence of racism in housing. There will be some who will be vaguely disquieted but they will dismiss this landlord as an ugly outlier in a world where most providers of housing are fair and non-racist. Then there will be others who, like me, from personal experience and the experience of many other people of color, know that racism (often combined with sexism; the Welfare Queen still lives in popular imagination) in the provision of housing is as common as non-Whole Foods variety, non-organic, sliced bread.
Looking back, across many leases and purchases of housing for myself and my family, I can count on one hand housing searches where I was *not* at some point the victim of racial discrimination, including in my most recent search for housing last fall. Then I was lucky to have a realtor who dealt with me fairly. But more than one landlord changed tunes, going from "Happy Days Are Here Again" after hearing from me by phone or e-mail to "The Volga Boatmen" on seeing me. I was honestly fearful of seeing any landlord before attempting a rental, and I remain grateful that my current landlord was pleasant and seemed positively disposed to my candidacy even after seeing me. That in 2015 I am thankful to have been treated fairly (much less well) when seeking housing speaks volumes.
Landlords and sellers are often subtle in their discrimination. Even when housing providers are boldly racist (like the realtor that I spoke to on the telephone some years back about a rental; when she drove up to the property and saw me she put the pedal to the metal and took off like a bat out of hell. She wouldn't take my calls after that...), it's often hard to prove such cases. This is the grim reality of "fair housing" in this country. Most people who know that they are being discriminated against don't try to vindicate their rights, and even if they did, they might have little to show for it. This is also the grim reality of "gentrification." Though some have argued that gentrification is merely the "improvement" of neighborhoods, class is but a small part of its dynamics. Filmmaker Spike Lee spoke eloquently in an obscenity-laced response (or "rant" as some saw it) to claims that gentrification is an unmitigated good. The race and culture of old settlers is often ripped out right along with corner stores and bodegas. I have, in the past, worried that exceptions to the FHA (like the Mrs. Murphy clause discussed below) are swallowing the rules of fair housing. But there is no need to worry about exceptions when the rules are violated ( or savvily avoided) with impunity.
Looking back, across many leases and purchases of housing for myself and my family, I can count on one hand housing searches where I was *not* at some point the victim of racial discrimination, including in my most recent search for housing last fall. Then I was lucky to have a realtor who dealt with me fairly. But more than one landlord changed tunes, going from "Happy Days Are Here Again" after hearing from me by phone or e-mail to "The Volga Boatmen" on seeing me. I was honestly fearful of seeing any landlord before attempting a rental, and I remain grateful that my current landlord was pleasant and seemed positively disposed to my candidacy even after seeing me. That in 2015 I am thankful to have been treated fairly (much less well) when seeking housing speaks volumes.
Landlords and sellers are often subtle in their discrimination. Even when housing providers are boldly racist (like the realtor that I spoke to on the telephone some years back about a rental; when she drove up to the property and saw me she put the pedal to the metal and took off like a bat out of hell. She wouldn't take my calls after that...), it's often hard to prove such cases. This is the grim reality of "fair housing" in this country. Most people who know that they are being discriminated against don't try to vindicate their rights, and even if they did, they might have little to show for it. This is also the grim reality of "gentrification." Though some have argued that gentrification is merely the "improvement" of neighborhoods, class is but a small part of its dynamics. Filmmaker Spike Lee spoke eloquently in an obscenity-laced response (or "rant" as some saw it) to claims that gentrification is an unmitigated good. The race and culture of old settlers is often ripped out right along with corner stores and bodegas. I have, in the past, worried that exceptions to the FHA (like the Mrs. Murphy clause discussed below) are swallowing the rules of fair housing. But there is no need to worry about exceptions when the rules are violated ( or savvily avoided) with impunity.
So, it appears that the more things change, the more they stay the same. As a tribute to old times, I republish below my blog post from November 2008, "Dialing Mrs. Murphy (Or, Me Talk Pretty One Day").
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I began the search for temporary housing by scouring Craigslist. I had been making calls for months, but now it was time to nail something down. I found a promising ad: fully furnished, all utilities included, Internet and parking. The pictures looked great. Maybe
a little more heavily decorated than I’d like, but the place looked
well kept. I made the call. Someone picked up on the first ring,
whereupon I stated my reason for calling, trying to sound at once
business like and warm and friendly. After listening patiently, the person on the other end asked me to hold while she switched phones. She returned and began telling me about the apartment.
“It’s my father’s place. He’s away visiting in Ireland. We figure we may as well make some money since he’ll be gone for so long. It’s part of my house, downstairs. It’s in the nice part of town so you don’t have to worry about security.” The
woman had an Irish accent which grew more pronounced as she continued.
“We want someone who doesn’t smoke, has no pets, and is the right sort.
It is my home, you know. You’ll have to call back and talk
to my husband and he can schedule the showing. You sound respectable,
you said you’re a law professor, is that right?”
“Yes, I teach in Cleveland.
I don’t smoke, and while I like pets I don’t really have time for or
interest in caring for any so I have none.” I said it all rather too
quickly. After her comments, I felt as if everything I was
saying was a lie. Am I the right sort? Will I be a blight on the
neighborhood's niceness and security? Am I respectable, or do I just
sound as if I am?
Why would I wonder such about such things? Then it hit me.
She probably thinks that I’m white. Why wouldn’t she? I speak crisp, standard, Northeastern U.S. English with, I’m told, a vague hint of Californian that betrays my Los Angeles upbringing. Most people who speak as I do and have the job that I do are, statistically speaking, white. They
are also probably men, but the register of my voice no doubt gives away
my gender. So, if she thought I was white, she could certainly be
forgiven for thinking so. I struggled mightily to curb the
impulse to say: “I’m black; will that be a problem?” I didn’t want to
ask because I didn’t look forward to any of the three possible responses
I envisioned hearing: 1) stunned silence then a stammered “no” which
really meant “yes” 2) stunned silence followed by “Yes, it matters”,
followed by polite dismissal (or a click as the receiver was hung up) 3)
stunned silence followed by righteous indignation at having been asked
about whether race figures in such matters (“We’re all post racial
now!”). None of the three possible outcomes seemed attractive. I suddenly feared that I had called the wrong number. Could it be...Mrs. Murphy in the flesh?
Many of you know the hypothetical Mrs. Murphy of Fair Housing Act fame.
The
1968 Fair Housing Act (FHA) proscribed discrimination in most housing
transactions on the basis of race, color, religion, and national origin.
It contained a noteworthy exception, the so-called “Mrs. Murphy” clause
found in 42 U.S.C. §3603(b). This section, in brief, allowed landlords
who were owner-occupiers of small scale multiple dwelling units or
owners of few rental properties to discriminate. Mrs. Murphy, so named
during the legislative debates surrounding the clause, was the
hypothetical small landlady who ran a boarding house, or perhaps owned a
duplex apartment building and resided in one unit while renting the
other. Such persons, legislators argued at the time of the enacting of
the FHA, should be able to rent their housing as they saw fit, given the
small, intimate settings in which their rentals occurred. The
exceptions in the FHA, however, did not include discriminatory housing
statements or advertising. Under the FHA, Mrs. Murphy
could discriminate racially but could not advertise or state that she
was doing so. Mrs. Murphy could, for reasons of race, silently turn down
applicants who presented themselves. (There are other legal
non-discrimination norms that might proscribe Mrs. Murphy’s silent but
racist inspired refusal to rent; these I leave for another time.)
I have had my share of racist experiences while searching for housing. (See my blog post How Now, Brown? Parents Involved in Community Schools and the Triumph of Color Blind Ideology.)
In recent years, however, when I have mostly sought short term
accommodations, I have generally avoided such incidents by dealing with
large, impersonal entities such as corporate housing providers who
really only care about whether I can pay. When I do deal
with smaller, private providers of accommodations, I generally am known
to the provider or am otherwise “pre-approved.” In short, I try to avoid the potential Mrs. Murphys of the world altogether.
With
the advent of Craigslist, people who would have advertised their
housing with a sign in the yard or maybe an advertisement in the local
newspaper can now offer their housing to a national or even
international Internet audience. So, Mrs. Murphy now has global reach.
Really, anyone may dial her number. A caller’s manner of speaking may often reveal gender and sometimes race to her. Thanks
to a greater number of integrated social and educational interactions
than used to be common, all too often people of diverse racial
backgrounds sound like, well, people of non-diverse racial backgrounds. They sound white ("Speaking Standard English is not 'sounding white'," you say! Yeah, I know that song...). When these people telephone out into the world, whether they set out to do so or not, they are phone passing.
Black people know that I mean. Phone
passing is when you call to order goods or services and you breeze
through the interaction using your best Standard English voice, knowing
that in many cases the person on the other end of the line probably
assumes your whiteness and treats you accordingly. Not treating you well, necessarily, just neutrally. You
get that nice, even, default customer service mode. There’s nothing
funnier (in that wry, sad-funny way) than when you arrive to claim the
book you placed on hold at the book store (the last one of its type in
stock) or to get your vacuum cleaner fixed after talking to the
repairman on the phone (who stayed late to accommodate you) only to be
confronted with a puzzled “Oh, was that you who called ?” Most such vendors shrug it off and continue to offer the same level of service they offered on the phone. Some are visibly perturbed by what they no doubt see as racial identity fraud and set about giving what is clearly an inferior level of service.
Phone passing presents a thornier situation when it comes to negotiating for longer term arrangements such as housing or jobs. On
the one hand, there is an ethic of non-discrimination that
theoretically prevails which would eliminate the need for one to
announce one’s race. On the other hand, there is the sober reality that
race may especially matter in smaller, more intimate situations and the
sooner one puts it on the table, the better. I came to that conclusion
years ago when first applying for legal jobs. I attended a
good number of interviews with interviewers who were clearly flummoxed
by the seeming mismatch between my face and my resume. I
learned to avoid awkward interactions by prominently listing on my CV
items such as “Black Law Students Association Co-Chair” and “National
Urban League Scholarship Winner” in order to tip off potential
employers.
In the case
of my potential Mrs. Murphy, I chose not to give any indication of my
race but, the truth is, I have no intention of calling back to schedule
an appointment. Am I being unfair in not giving this a
try? Maybe. But there’s just too much chance for unpleasantness, and
that would be unfair to both of us, non-discrimination norms
notwithstanding.
Too bad. She sounded like a nice lady.
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