Essays & Images on Cities, Travel and Contemporary Culture. A web journal of James A. Clapp, Ph.D., an UrbisMedia Ltd. Production

Vol.101.2: Homo Sepia Sapiens

No, it’s not one of my typos.  You read it correctly—Homo Sepia Sapiens.  What the hell is that, you ask ? I don’t blame you; a lot of the things I write provoke a WTF reaction in readers, but that is not my intent this time. I want to speak you about melanin. WTF, you say. Yeah, melanin. Christ, it’s not a subject like “how are babies conceived,” that can make some people little uneasy (although, if you can say WTF, you are part of the way there).

I’ll start this way. I once had a girlfriend who is, as they say, “of the Asian persuasion.” We had been together a while before something in a conversation we were having prompted her to preface a remark with “you White people.” (This, by the way, while her arm that was at least three shades lighter than mine, rested beside mine.)  You could’ve knocked me over with a chow mein noodle. Nobody has ever called me “white guy” before and, I suppose, if I was from Mississippi and had a truck with a gun rack and a rebel flag, I would’ve been so flattered I would have put on my KKK robes and burned a cross on some Black family’s lawn.

Instead, I was slightly insulted. I don’t particularly want to be regarded as White. White has become a dirty word, paradoxically, the whiter the dirtier in my world. White supremacist, White racist, White Republican. Yuck!  Who wants to be associated with these lower human life form scum. But my contempt for the social appeal of a bleachy look makes me quite different from a lot of people, and people of color, like my former girlfriend.

Anyway, objectively, I’m not white.  In previous treatments of this subject I have referred to myself has being “swarthy guy” who hailed from a land call Swarthia, but that just feels a little too colloquial these days, and people just can’t seem to find Swarthia on Google maps. So, I needed to come up with a new category that fits my complexion. Not only that, I wanted it to have a scientific ring to it as well as a deep paleoanthropological resonance. It could not be “Brown man” since that one seemed already taken. But it was somewhere in that chromatic range of melanin––chestnut, umber, taupe, russet, tan, beige—that I belonged.  It just need some scientific sounding anchor, something like homo habilis, or homo Australopithecus.

So that’s me—Homo Sepia Sapiens. I kept that sapiensin there as a warning:  Don’t call me White!

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