Tuesday, June 20, 2017

The antiblackwomanness of so-called Seattle progress

How are we indicted in the most happy of recently-published Seattle spate of virulent anti-Black racism and misogynoir? : ("He even enjoyed being black (danced/shuffled his feet off) for a predominately white audience." "Relatives expressed skepticism about what, if anything, Lyles had armed herself with." To understand white liberal racism, read these private emails.) 

Isn't Seattle a progressive, accepting, open-minded liberal and therefore not-racist place? In a word, no. It's not.

I am not going into the anti-Black anti-Native anti-POC sentiments of our beautiful region, as others have done so well before me and Seattle Civil Rights and Labor History Project documents. But let me as an art historian think up just a few connections between our present crises and the past. I'm going to say it again. Gentrification is the new colonization. When you whitewash a person, a people, where does their 'flavor' go? Into an exotic, liminal abyss? To Whole Foods?

Few things to consider first, though.

1. The ongoing doucheification of the city. $$$ without limit, the lack of affordability for anyone not super rich. There is an influx of $$$ without critical thought or heart. Bezosland. The predominant demographic racially in tech white and Asian, in my experience, and also some recent African immigrants--just don't get it, or are anti Black (American) in some way. This has to do with success, a desire for personal uplift, assimilation. Efficiency. Finance above all else. This is Macklemore's city.

2. The inability of whites and people of color especially Black people to be real with each other. Just join any mom's group. Just host a party with your Black and white friends and see how it goes with both present. Just read Citizen by Claudia Rankine. The schism is real, people.

3. Statistics I've said it before. 75% of white people ONLY KNOW WHITE PEOPLE. That's why when I go to white church and compliment the pastor--not just the pastor, the regional bishop, on his Beyonce references (when he says God is "Crazy in Love" with us about 1000x in the sermon), it's an inside joke for myself and myself alone. LOL.

My personal position as a non-Black person of color is to recognize my own brainwashing. How do I stand against anti-Black racism in my own communities? Do you know *HOW* rampant this problem is in POC communites (See: My wedding. My family. My family's church). It's everywhere.

4. Classic (that is, standard) uncritical and/or selfish, selfish self-promotion based on the degrading and devaluing of Black women. Iggy Azalea. Norbit. Tyler Perry. Black girls at the pool. --
>Black girls at school. R Kelly. Bill Cosby. Clarence Thomas. Need I say more? I wish America had a reality check moment, sometime, like, ever, and instead of seeing our nation as built on some idealistic eagles and white ladies sewing, we just bore actual motherfucking witness to the tearing asunder of women's bodies through rape and slavery and Black families. (American as apple pie). Have you seen the statistics of an African-American genetic history? It's always a white man ancestor and an African woman ancestor. Nuff said.

I admire the Netflix series Master of None's ability (written by Indian-American Aziz Ansari and Taiwanese-American Alan Yang) to explore race politics from a non-black POC perspective--the telling scene displays the complicity of non-Black POC in anti-Black racism. Main character Dev grabs a condom from a white woman' cookie jar, but get this--it's a MAMMY cookie jar. This is hella fucked up, but he *knows* it. Then he acknowledges the racism of the jar, after having sex with the white woman, who obviously has no Black friends to check her on her cookie jar racism.

Recommended art-viewing/aesthetics in response to your own deep-seated anti-Black anti-Black woman psychoses and racial isolation:
1) Beyonce Lemonade
Beyonce Self-titled
Solange Knowles A Seat at the Table

2) bell hooks (who dislikes Bey) anything.
-see Killing Rage, 'reading against he grain.'
-if you're in a stifling white environment reading teaching hope and teaching love
-if you're a woman of color recently navigating intersectionality, or someone trying to understand how a woman can also be Black, or a person can be Black and also a woman, ain't i a woman.

3) always read Anthem by Claudia Rankine. Always.

4) Sankofa

5) Being Mary Jane-center Black female experience. also so sexy.

6) Junebaby: eat there it's so good!

7) Dear white People

8) Janelle Monae music videos

9) I love my Hair (Sesame Street): Don't take white beauty norms for granted, people.

10) Empire

11) Maybe, Orange is the new black (it is about white women but has many other ethnicities of women including LGBTQ, which is rare in television, and asian anti blackness is addressed awkwardly in the poussey-soso relationship)

12) Black women i hear love Scandal, but I don't do political dramas.

13) Always Octavia Butler, Always.

14) the bell hooks and Melissa Harris Perry talk linked to above: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OmgqXao1ng

15) Issa Rae! Insecure, so sexy and timely.

16) Chewing Gum: esp the episode with the white guy with a Black woman fetish

17) Paul Mooney on Hattie McDaniels

18) this all reminds me of a certain Mammy Sphinx in gentrified NYC and the white public art audiences' responses to it. :(
My heart is pained because my sisters are suffering. We are all to blame. If yours isn't, I ask, what's wrong with you?


Mammy Sambo float at June 17th Fremont Solstice Parade. 2017
Coon Chicken Inn, Lake City Way (North end of Seattle) menu
Racist condom-holding cookie jar in Master of None, 2017.

Protest at Coon Chicken Inn, Lake City Way built 1929.




Monday, June 19, 2017

RESPECT every boobie

Our mammophilic and gynocentric society praises the arduous work of home management and childcare. This leaves men have a boobie complex. To be more successful and respected, they wear fake breasts with an elaborate breastfeeding contraption, and often walk out with these breasts, nipples showing through their floral blouses. Some get implants but still need the feeding tube. Men who choose not to wear the fake breasts in public are thought of and judged by other men and women as a little off, wayward for flaunting their masculinity.

There are lactation clinics and breast specialists for women to chat all things boobie - - for play, foreplay, breastfeeding, support, sagging, perkiness, massage, bras, comfort measures, forums for "does your bra cause or prevent sagging with age?" Old women with saggers, flatter women with perky tits, implanters, reducers, are in free and judgment-free exchange for these important weekly town halls. The struggles of latching, feeding, clogging, all take place at homes and luxurious nursing lounges in every workplace (even small businesses and workplaces with a largely undocumented or underpaid labor force, get free resources for quarterly training and renovations, and supplies for their nursing lounges. Women receive $100,000 minimum per year for their work at home with chores, groceries, child rearing, worrying, working for her family to improve the state of house and family 120% of her time, plus an as-needed per child reimbursement for couples therapy, therapy, pharmaceuticals, and hippie medicines. Stay at home dads get $92,000 minimum per year, but we are working on that wage gap (and of course, the breastfeeding contraption is paid for--for all dads who apply via a long annoying hold line muzak process to their local state healthcare agency, where they are only occasionally made to feel inferior by the woman on the other line).

Much indebted to "On Discovery": the story of Tang Ao's discovery of the "Land of Women" in Chinamen by Maxine Hong Kingston



I WISH I WAS STINKY AS YOU

on deregulating bland supremacy in all american (tm) food.
Wow, lucky!!! You're eating a pungent and nutritious egg. My sugary pastry chased by listerine breath cannot compare. Fish? I wish.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

silver spoon i know you come from, ya bish. Hildegard & misogyny; Emily Carr & dog breeding

Happy Pussy History Month/Dreams of living life like rappers do.


Hildegard's Awakening (Self-Portrait).
Mystic chic white women: Hildegard or Hallelujah?

How I want that tentacled mind-spirit massage!
Keep in mind, a dose of hildegard comes with some unpleasantly self hating madonna/whore baggage. 12th century FTW!

But then her image of the universe is certainly a celebration of the vaginal..and., this may just be pregnant me, but do not those towers seem to be topped with breasts (complete with milk ducts?)
Das Weltall. Manuscript illumination from Scivias (Know the Ways) by Hildegard of Bingen (Disibodenberg: 1151). They say your hood is a pot of gold. 

In Hildegard, I sense a profound interiority of mind and vision that is perhaps related to isolation and being underestimated by surrounding haters and circumstances. In particular her connection to nature and divine vibrations, a unique feminine visioning of reality, reminds me of Emily Carr, who with her arborphilia said: "Trees are so much more sensible than people, steadier and more enduring" and "I ought to stick to nature because I love trees better than people."

About this white Canadian woman Emily Carr, having lost her parents and gone to art school, in the motherland Europe, in the late 19th century, did she feel drawn to Native BC cultures and their impressive ancestral-artwork in totem poles, because she was isolated in 'proper' white-dude art circles? What prompts white, or otherwise privileged ladies (like myself) to connect with an othered experience? It could just be a visceral connection to Native respect (rather than domination of) for trees. I was listening to a historians view of why a white and native neighboring community in the pacific NW couldn't culturally jibe. It turns out it was because the whites did not understand why the natives had do much respect for trees. (Read: profit over respect?) Hm.

Some additional Emily Carr biography: "In 1913 she was obliged by financial considerations to return permanently to Victoria after a few years in Vancouver, both of which towns were, at that time, conservative artistically. Influenced by styles such as postimpressionism and Fauvism, her work was alien to those around her and remained unknown to and unrecognized by the greater art world for many years. For more than a decade she worked as a potter, dog breeder and boarding house landlady, having given up on her artistic career."

So in the sense that sometimes,  privileged isolated visionary ladies get shit done but aren't recognized for a long time by their surrounding community, so you make do amidst the misunderstandings you inevitably encounter...I get it: for now, I am like in Emily Carr's phase of giving up on art and working as a potter, dog breeder, and boarding house landlady for now. Because What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government
Gotta provide for my daughter 'n' 'em, get the fuck up out my way, bitch

BUT there's still hope. Kendrick says so:

https://youtu.be/NtxmnBQmfZs?t=1m7s

And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel 
A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel 
A dollar might, say fuck them n****s that you came with that's just how I feel 
A dollar might, just make that lane switch that's just how I feel
A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel

the goal

is the goal as a person of color to ascend the ivory tower in order to pee on it? and if so, how do we know that it's not surrounded by an invisible electric fence?

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

i can't

I can't give a shit anymore about art that doesn't liberate. I'm fighting for my family's survival and right to psychic freedom and life. What are you doing?

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Inescapably subaltern

If the aim of art is to transcend one's own body, what about those bodies invisible and left behind? If Roland Barthes' "death of the author" is precluded upon the invisibility, i.e. the non-death and non-life of non-white bodies, fuck that. White art, theory, and their progenitors need to address this rather arrogant loss of body: who has a body to begin with? White (authors') deaths matter.