On Glenalmond Road some pupils from our local secondary school were passing by also on their way home. They were younger pupils - probably from Y7 or Y8. There were three boys and two girls. One of the girls had red hair - not bright ginger but a colour that contained some honey and copper tinges too. I suppose that some might refer to her hair colour as "strawberry blonde".
There was some playful after-school banter going on between the kids. Then one of the boys called ahead to the strawberry blonde girl that was she was ginger-haired. "Ginge!" he called and "Ginger!" The girl yelled back that she was most definitely "not ginger". On the surface at least, she took the taunting in her stride. I imagine that it was not the first time that she had had to deal with gingerist banter.
Back in 2009, I blogged about another example of gingerism. It concerned Christmas cards being sold in "Tesco" supermarkets that bore the very unfunny legend, "Santa loves all kids. Even GINGER ones" followed by a picture of a little boy with red hair sitting on Santa's knee. Go here.
In that blogpost I alluded to my past observations of the treatment that ginger-haired schoolchildren frequently have to suffer in secondary schools. Why should they have to tough it out?
Around 10% of people in both Ireland and Scotland have red hair. The figure is much lower in other European countries, including England. Teasing red haired people is simply not nice and shows a kind of dismissal or disrespect that is invariably very hurtful. In that sense, gingerism belongs in the same bag as sexism, racism and disablism and I mean this most sincerely.
Historically, many people with red hair have even lost their first names - replaced by the label - "Ginger". This does not happen to folks with brown or black hair.
Take the superstar drummer of the progressive rock band Cream for example. Everybody knew him as Ginger Baker but how many were aware that his real name was Peter - yes - Peter Baker? He wasn't "Ginger" at all. The unimaginative nickname was foisted upon him and it became inescapable though he did not choose it and he did not like it.
So my Christmas message to the world is STOP GINGERISM! Treating other people as your equals includes refusing to mock or perhaps even mention the natural colour of someone else's hair.
I love red hair, whether true "ginger", auburn, or strawberry blonde. It's my understanding that the trait must be on both sides for it to pass down. One of my daughters has auburn hair and the kind of skin that is covered in thousands of freckles. Oddly enough, in her small elementary school class (less than 25 students) there were two other girls with red hair. One was blue-eyed, one was green-eyed, and my daughter has hazel eyes. Being in a minority makes her feel special (in a good way).
ReplyDeleteI have never understood gingerism; I've always found red hair extremely attractive (pant... pant... pant). I haven't really encountered much on this side of the pond, even in primary school, but that might just be circumstance. Thomas Jefferson was ginger and, apparently, was not pleased with it.
ReplyDeleteI am proud to be a freckled Ginger. I put up with all sorts of rubbish when I was a kid. A girl once asked me how I could sleep at night with such bright ginger hair, didn't it wake me up? And now my hair is more golden than ginger.... it's my version of grey. Yes I am proud to be a minority. But my 2 sons and all four of my grandies show no trace of ginger.... they were all white-blond towheads.
ReplyDeleteBTW Ginger Baker stepped on my foot once at a concert.
ReplyDeleteI always wonder why red-headed kids get teased so. Kay has got red hair and got dreadfully bullied at university.
ReplyDeleteThe Daily Record (Scotland) had a story some years ago about a family
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Michel Tournier thought people with red hair belonged to a separate race
who were envied and persecuted across Europe.
The National Galleries of Scotland published a pocket book of photos,
*The Little Book of Gingers* by Kieran Dodds that can be seen online.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti sought models with red hair for his pre-Raphaelite idylls.
The models painted by Titian so impressed the women of Venice that they coloured their hair red using vegetable dyes.
I have wonderful memories of a young woman, Charlotte, who possessed what I
can only describe as solar hair, cut in a bob like Scott Fitzgerald's Berenice.
We had a week together in Rome. I wish I had married her.
I might have three red haired daughters.
Red hair is beautiful and very unusual here. John's younger daughter and both her daughters have red hair. Her husband also has reddish hair.
ReplyDeleteThere are many old myths attached to red hair. A woman younger than myself, once told me that red haired people have no souls. What? It truly boggles the mind. Personally, I love red hair and would love to have red hair.
ReplyDeleteI agree that it's a stupid prejudice. I don't think it's as pronounced or as deep-rooted here in Canada, at least judging from my time spent growing up. We used to play the game "Knock On Ginger" all the time but no one had any clue why it was called that, lol. I was middle-aged before I knew that "ginger" was a derogatory term for red-headed people. In the Canadian children's classic "Anne of Green Gables," Anne with her auburn hair gets called "Carrots" by Gilbert Blythe and she breaks her school slate over his head for it. Always a favourite scene among fangirls!
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