A self is not given. It emerges.
Essays and reflections on how we become who we are.
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What if dignity is not something we are born with?
Humiliation, recognition, and the making of worth.
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Leaving can be its own kind of arriving.
Belief, doubt, and what remains.
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Grief changes us. It need not end us.
Loss, endurance, and meaning.
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The Emergent Self is a place to think carefully about how we become who we are — through humiliation and recognition, belief and doubt, loss and meaning. I’m Robert K. Green, a writer and scholar who has spent a lifetime questioning what we’re told it means to be human. Read, disagree thoughtfully, and join the conversation.

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The Season We Built: Why I’m Spending the Holidays Asking Who They’re For

The holidays feel like weather, something that simply arrives. They are a building, and buildings have owners, tenants, and people sleeping on the steps. For eight weeks I am walking through the building and asking who it was built for.
A hand-drawn family tree on aged paper, with one faint, unfinished branch set apart from the rest

The Cousin We Were Afraid to Call: Racial Hatred in One Family Tree

For fifty years my family has traded records and old photos, but one branch we left alone: a third cousin who became a Klan leader. What a family tree can and cannot explain about racial hatred.
Sunlit empty classroom doorway seen from the hallway

Who Can I Become Here?

Violence came into a classroom on East 38th Street. Years later I am still asking what brought those men there, and what it would take for a different life to emerge.

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We Won. Now Comes the Harder Part.

Democrats won big on Tuesday, and I celebrated. Then I thought about my friends who voted the other way. What we do with this win will matter more than the win itself.
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First They Laugh: The Stigma That Greets Every New Technology

My friends laugh at me for talking to my computers. They laughed at the bicycle, the novel, the test tube, and the dating site too. The stigma that greets every new technology is never really about the tool.
Painting of a Black boy gazing through a window at a fenced public swimming pool on a summer afternoon

I’m White, and I Don’t Have to See Color

"I don't see color" is usually offered as a promise of fairness. For many White people, it may really be a description of privilege.

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