Tag: white supremacy

the social contact

TIMES SQUARE RED, TIMES SQUARE BLUE
Samuel R. Delany

NYU Press, 1999

Delany’s two essays hold this careful generosity towards the people who use the services of Forty-second street. That’s on full display in “Blue” but also present in “Red,” which is a “diachronic” study of the same topic, that is, rather than a lateral exploration of the streets in the first essay, this charts how social practices and institutions have changed over time at distinct levels.

A thorough walkthrough of these levels comes in Section 10.2 with the single question “What makes us gay?” as the example. The three levels of this question are the epistemic/semiotic level (“How do others know we are gay?”), the ontological level (“What makes us exist as gay?”), and the “sociological sedimenting” level (“How does discourse produce us as gay people?”), which enfolds the other two, since the answers to the question on those levels are sociologically sedimented (or what Althusser would call “interpellated”) as well (189-90).

My primary thesis underlying my several arguments here is that, given the mode of capitalism under which we live, life is at its most rewarding, productive, and pleasant when large numbers of people understand, appreciate, and seek out interclass contact and communication conducted in the mood of good will. (111)

This process is ID’d as Contact. Contact is low-pressure exchanges between classes in public spaces, which leads to material benefits for the underserved, from free lunches to landing an editor job after working at a titty bar. Contact produces order out of disorder in urban spaces:  lots of small businesses mixed with residential spots on a street bordering a public park leads to a safer stretch of city, but this is not how cities are planned by and large, least of all with housing projects. (Delany’s main text for these arguments is THE DEATH AND LIFE OF GREAT AMERICAN CITIES by Jacobs.) Contact is great for small businesses, and was the primary way folks of older generations found work, not through resumes, interviews, or internships.

My secondary thesis is, however, that the class war raging constantly and often silently in the comparatively stabilized societies of the developed world, though it is at times as hard to detect as Freud’s unconscious or the structure of discourse, perpetually works for the erosion of the social practices through which interclass communication takes place and of the institutions holding those practices stable, so that new institutions must always be conceived and set in place to take over the jobs of those that are battered again and again until they are destroyed.

Society urges us to embrace Networking over Contact. Networking is held out as the way to get ahead in life, when the chances of such big breaks coming out of networking are almost nil compared to what can happen through contact. If contact is interclass, networking is intra-class, keeping a homogenized group of people in the same class with the same subjects facilitated by institutions (like writing conferences). They are great as spreading information around for people interested in tackling the same problems, but material advantages they don’t provide. Delany uses an anecdote of when he was indeed one of those celebrated attendees at a conference (his unpublished novel manuscript was a hit with a slick editor). Every aspiring writer’s dream, but none of this was instrumental to his actual arrival on the scene.

Bourgeois ideology prizes networking as safe and beautiful. (Cities are ugly, so urban planning emphasizes the quaint garden aesthetic and boring small town life, which Delany traces to Victorian discourse in one of the bold-type footnote sections which run as thin columns alongside the main text.) Cross-class contact is to be minimized, and homophobia and AIDS hysteria can be mobilized to make sure that it is.

The value of class segregation is the true meaning of “Family Values” and “public safety.” Delany shows us how the construction boom in NY creates profit just from demolishing and building alone, making the promotion of family values and culture a red herring. Recent decades have seen the conversion of what were historically diverse working-class districts with sexual services for that class milieu as well as middle-class residents and tourists who were interested, into a giant fern bar for yuppies.

Delany’s work here is exciting and important. Reflecting on my own life in cities, it has been contact that has provided at the very least the most interesting experiences in NYC. And in Portland OR, well, some years back the police literally flushed out a homeless camp on the Southeast side in a bit of flat urban wilderness with a long and famous bike trail for yuppie commuters. The homeless moved to this spot because they have been pushed out by gentrification over the years, from the Northwest side and Pearl district, to the other side of the river, and then south as the Alberta district, historically black and a site of civil rights activism, is also developed, with a Whole Foods opening in a part of town that had been a food desert. One incident happened with the camp which involved the cops shooting a guy with a crowbar. All of this is the backdrop to a sound bite I remember in the newspaper, some pig spokesman saying something like “Imagine a family using the bike trail on the way to school, and they see old dirty man with two coats, and for a moment those children have to acknowledge this as reality.” The libidinal economy of bourgeois safety reveals itself here.

Last, some quotes from Section 7.2 regarding the introduction of crack to the area:

A good deal of what made the situation awful, when it was awful, was not the sex work per se  but the illegal drug traffic that accompanied it, that worked its way all through it, and that, from time to time, controlled much of it. The mid-eighties saw an explosion of drug activity, focusing particularly around crack, that produced some of the most astonishing and appalling human behavior I personally have ever seen. Its extent, form, and general human face has yet to be chronicled.

In 1897 I had a conversation with an eighteen-year-old Dominican, who was indeed hustling on the strip. He was worried because he was living with a seventeen-year-old friend — another young crackhead — in a project further uptown.

The younger boy had been regularly selling all the furniture in the apartment, and, when his mother had objected, he had killed her.

Her body, the other boy told me, was still in the closet. The older boy did not know what to do.

I suggested that he tell his younger friend — whom I did not know and had not met — to go to the police.

Some days later, when I ran into the older boy, he told me that is indeed what his friend had done. the older boy I had talked to was now homeless.

One would have to be a moral imbecile to be in any way nostalgic for this situation [as Robert Stern, architect and champion of the Times Square development, accused Delany of being earlier in the essay].

Indeed, the major change in the area over the period between 1984 and 1987 was that professional prostitutes and hustlers — women generally averaging between, say, twenty-three and forty-five, and men somewhat younger, asking (the women among them) thirty-five to seventy-five dollars per encounter (and the men ten or fifteen dollars less) — were driven out of the area by a new breed of “five-dollar whore” or “hustler,” often fifteen-, sixteen-, and seventeen-year-old girls and boys who would go into a doorway and do anything with anyone for the four to eight dollars needed for the next bottle of crack. Some of that situation is reflected in the scream that ends Spike Lee’s film Jungle Fever.

It was that appalling.

It was that scary.

I hope we can look even on that period of human atrocity, however, with a clear enough vision to see (as was evident to anyone who walked through the neighborhood during those years, who lingered and spoke to and developed any concern for any of these youngsters) that this activity clotted in the area, that it grew and spread from other neighborhoods, that it reached such appalling dimensions as a direct result of the economic attack on the neighborhood by the developers, Robert Stern’s employers, in their attempt to destroy the place as vital and self-policing site, as a necessary prelude to their sanitized site. (158-59)

written on water

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from the encyclopedia britannica:

Atrocities and sexual abuse of the enslaved captives were widespread, although their monetary value as slaves perhaps mitigated such treatment. In an infamous incident of the slave ship Zong in 1781, when both Africans and crew members were dying of an infectious disease, Capt. Luke Collingwood, hoping to stop the disease, ordered that more than 130 Africans be thrown overboard. He then filed an insurance claim on the value of the murdered slaves.

something to note about Zong is that it’s a nonsense word. the name of the boat on which this senseless atrocity occurred was meant to be Zorg, meaning care, but somehow became a senseless syllable. but poet Philip points out in her essay at the end of the book, it also sounds like Song. these more ellusive relationships between words give a sense of what she’s up to in ZONG! which has to be one of the most galvanizing works of experimental literature produced on this continent in this century.

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this is page 101. see what i mean by written on water? it’s like the signs are drifting away on a liquid surface. it’s a fascinating struggle to read, which you can, left to right and top to bottom and “reading” the white space, like free music.

the source is a short legal document included in the book, the decision of that insurance claim, which is Philip’s only concrete piece of evidence for this event. like all modern history, we’re in a suffocating hermeneutics, trying to reach past the surface into the depths, which here is also the final resting place of all those people tossed overboard like the cargo which the trans-Atlantic slave trade made them to be.

ZONG! is organized into six books titled with a latin words for bones, salt, skin, ratio (the legal term “reason” as opposed to dictum), iron, and ivory.

each book is distinct in terms of its linguistic performances. “Bones” is like its title, keeping the lines more coherent, laid out in more familiar compositions, before the water seems to spread out the language, disintegrating it into hidden and transformed meanings. Philip breaks down the words in the legal document, so that legal language gives way to words within words that wouldn’t be noted in an etymology dictionary, as well as new characters.

a good example is on page 63: a syllable, seemingly pure sound, goes through a transformation with offshoots, which is arranged in a neat cluster:

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S.O.S. written out as es oh es, split and shunted into os, the latin word for bone.

and then “save” turns into “salve”: salve our souls.

Philip’s work is a compelling answer to the question of how to produce literature after Derrida. in effect it’s like she can do a multimedia piece within one medium, by focusing on the pure sonic qualities of english. the pulling apart increases in extremity as we try to approach that unknowable thing that is the historical reality of slavery. the rationality, the drive to mastery in wester thought gets pulled apart, the master’s house torn down, so that we approach contact with the dead, which speaks in only sound; shouts and shrieks communicating nothing except perhaps anguish. the turn to irrationality, spiritualism, seance, the culture and rituals of indigenous Africa societies, has been an important contribution from black artists to modernist aesthetics, as D.G. Kelley points out in his intro to Robinson’s BLACK MARXISM.

part of the litter of new words Philip works with include latin words, french, fon, hebrew, greek, twi, and more. she then includes a lot of mythology from these cultures. at the same time, her first epigraph is from celebrated modernist poet and white supremacist Wallace Stevens: “the sea was not a mask.” it’s more than appropriate, yet it’s interesting to open square in the middle of Euro-american tradition. there’s been discussion of placing Philip between “white” high avant-garde art and the “black,” “pre-modern” cultural practices that her work evokes. ZONG! embodies a search for a lost or hidden tradition, a vain voyage from the diaspora back home.

e … that can t c … an a sa … d tale it … is i ran … t run fro … m the sun … s rays i am h … am h … am i a … m cur … se o … f go … d by g … od cur … se d as … they are h (133)

we can see the unrelated words within words. ran/rant, go/god, cur/cursed which cues an echo of ye ole god/dog joke.

but the most important one here is can/cant. slavery is the story that cannot be told and must be told, to repeat the sound bite. at bottom Philip is offering this as the telling of slavery, which is in one way a very disarming and provocative thing to do, but also given western literature’s service to power makes intuitive sense as a way of doing it with a certain ethical commitment. the problem of language and discourse is that ultimately they get in the way of “truth” (which becomes a woman named Ruth in ZONG! who receives letters from an unknown speaker). we put up words when what we really need to do is clear away, but we can only clear the words away by putting up more words; it’s the joke of theory. but here is Philip tearing words apart and scattering them away. grammar chains up words in iron and suffocates them in packed boats, every text a slave ship. so the next inevitable time some magazine or celebrity or college frat makes their smarmy appeal to “free speech,” keep in mind words from Philip’s concluding essay:

our language … is often … preselected for us, simply by virtue of who we understand ourselves to be and where we allow ourselves to be placed. And, by refusing the risk of allowing ourselves to be absolved of authorial intention, we escape an understanding that we are at least one and the Other. And the Other. And the Other. That in this post post-modern world we are, indeed, multiple and “many-voiced.” (205)

Philip “absolves” herself of authorial intent in part by giving credit to Setaey Adamu Boateng, who ive only heard described as an African spirit. but indeed the form of the text is a relinquishing of control over the language. Philip, who was a lawyer before writing full time, produced ZONG! partially as a process of letting go, of facing the lacunae, the impenetrable darkness of this history, since the document itself is one of “amnesia,” forgetting who is human on this planet.

read in november 2015

Robert Parry, Reviving the “Liberal Media” Myth

Gabrielle Bellot, Flight of the Ruler: A Transwoman in Exile

Scott Esposito, That Revitalizing Fever

10 Trans Women Prisoners They Definitely Didn’t Tell You About in History Class

Benjamin Balthaser, Jews Without Money: Toward a Class Politics of Anti-Zionism

Black Lives Matter Supporters in Oregon Targeted by State Surveillance

Your Social Media Posts are Fueling the Future of Police Surveillance

Stephen Corry, The Colonial Origins of Conservation

Marcel Bois, Hitler Wasn’t Inevitable 

ONKWEHÓN:WE RISING, Nican Tlaca Communism Part 1, Towards a Synthesis

Israel to Coordinate with Google, YouTube, to Censor Palestinian Videos of Conflict

THE SCOFIELD 1.2: KAY BOYLE AND LOVE

 

read in october 2015

Tom McKay, Scientists Gauge How Fast the Earth’s Ecosystems are Dying

The BDS Ceiling

5 Black Churches in Ferguson Area Have Burned Since Last Week [10/19], Media Shrugs

Benjamin Dixon, When the Police Turn Someone You Know Into a Hashtag

SPLCenter Report, White Homicide World Wide [White supremacy]

Juno Diaz Just Lost an Award for Speaking Out Against the Dominican Republic’s Anti-Hatian Progrom

George Monbiot, Indonesia is burning. So why is the world looking away?

More than 20 women detained in Texas immigration facility begin hunger strike

read in september 2015

Trapped in detention, transgender immigrants face new traumas. 

Demonizing the Poor. [Jacobin]

Sexual Abuse to Prison Pipeline Report: A Native Perspective.

Me, Myself, and Hitler. [LA Review of Books]

Ahmed isn’t alone: Well-behaved minority boys more likely to be imprisoned than white troublemakers. [Washington Post]

Meet the Muslim students who have been harassed at school for less than a clock

An Odd Couple: Samuel Beckett & Buster Keaton

What the alternate Hugo ballot would likely have been

Feminine beauty trans women passing experience

Survivors of the 1980s AIDS crisis reveal what happened to them

#IStandWithAhmed — All Cops are Bastards, All Principals are Wardens (rant)

They handcuffed a black Muslim highschool student and perp-walked him out the school. They didn’t care to get the alleged explosive out of the building, or lock down the other students, but they took care to go through with this performance. In the picture of Ahmed handcuffed with the NASA shirt, the look in his eyes is devastating. Eyes seeing what authority and white Amerika will do to bright young people like him — people way smarter than me, people who have already achieved more than i have in half the years — when they dare to be publicly proud of their passion and accomplishments.

In Portland, black and brown kids as young as nine getting handcuffed, perp-walked, and taken to the station for ordinary school fights is a common occurrence. This never happens to white kids.

The school to prison pipeline in a way is a misnomer, implying schools themselves are not already prison environments. The education they offer is an indoctrination to treat all black and brown children as inherently criminal elements; childhood is not a factor to their existence. The handcuffs, the perp-walks, the humiliations. I cant even imagine what that was like, how damaging that would be. ive been harassed by the law in my day, when i had it coming do to naughty political activities, and those have left me quaking at my knees; what is it like to be a highschool teen, innocent, and the cops already think you are a threat. No miranda rights, no lawyer, no parents present during interrogation, which can happen because he was never formally charged, since the white community has already charged his existence as criminal.

This spectacle is not absurd, to say so is to let the rest of what Amerika has become off the hook. It’s meant to teach every white child what to think of these bodies, what the white grown-ups already think of these bodies every day. It’s meant to teach the brown and black kids that they are not here to learn or excel, that this is the punishment for doing so. They are here to be corralled, disciplined, subjugated, terrorized, and warehoused in one prison or the other. There is no future of intellectual achievement for them, not when our society needs unpaid brute labor in the prisons, and that’s not gonna be done by whites.

Bin Laden gave us a better education about ourselves than the public system ever has. The idea was not to start a holy war. Terror is a more subtle tactic. It was simply to create enough fear and instability to let us fall apart on our own; to exploit the reality that the land of the free and exceptional is in fact scared of its own shadow, that it sees hobgoblins in their soup — commies, gays, islamofascists, feminists.

Maybe Bin Laden was a fan of Nietzsche. The slaves, the mediocre, the weak: they have to cling to their unearned power. They are irascible, exploding in disproportionate fury at any reasoned criticism or perceived offence. They are enslaved to their own special snowflake sense of themselves. The weak fire teargas on nonviolent protesters. The weak sing frat songs about lynching. The weak stalk and dox online activists.The weak use students, children in their charge, as a supply of bodies to be punished for the stupidity of grownups.

White people built this country on the material basis of slavery. Psychologically they are enslaved because they have to keep running from their own internal truth: that they are false, weak, and cowards to the end.

It’s great to see the support for Ahmed, and it’d be great if he got a full ride to the top university of his choice and to see the teachers, administrators, and pigs fired or at least publicly ridiculed.

But my silver lining of this is the hope that more of the youth are getting radicalized against the small-minded paranoia and cop worship that holds them captive as their futures are robbed, and start doing what they can from within to collapse the system.

read in august 2015

Nicholas Brady, A Few Notes to the Intramural on Afropessimism

chico, A Primer on “Libidinal Economy” in Relation to Black Folks

Emily Strasser, Letter from Hiroshima

[Salon] 8 stats that reveal just how badly the police state hurts black women

Imani Gandy, #BlackLivesMatter More Than the Hurt Feelings of White Progressives™

[Crimethinc] Reflections on the Ferguson Uprising

Next Time it Explodes

THE SCOFIELD 1.1: DAVID MARKSON AND SOLITUDE

Jenny Noyes, Activists paint whitewashed Stonewall statues to remember transgender women of color

Justin Mueller, Taking Trump’s Fascism Seriously

“if I have done any justice to the subject, it will be a painful book to read.”

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[CN: Slavery, anti-black violence, colonialism]

THE SLAVE SHIP: A HUMAN HISTORY raises the curtain on a woman slave from Igbo, narrative details used liberally, who escapes from the slave march to the coast by trying to swim among estuary sandbars, is hindered by a shark, recaptured, and taken aboard the infernal “wooden world.”

This imaginative but evidence-based story gives way to a kind of digest of three centuries of documentary evidence. The slave ships were the paradigmatic technology of modernity, of the rise of capitalism, and at the center of the history of the political strife that is still happening. In short vignettes, Marcus Rediker, a white male historian, explores the squalor that happened on these vessels from as many angles as possible: captains and officers, the white sailors, the black captives, the merchants, the witnesses and activists who composed poems, pamphlets, plays to serve one political agenda or another. There are lots of maps and illustrations, the type looks really nice, the design is tasteful — everything about it indicates a big production from Penguin. This book was assigned reading in a transatlantic slavery course i took in undergrad but dropped (too many frat boys, and they talked too much), as was Hartman’s LOSE YOUR MOTHER. And these two works create an interesting dialog with each other.

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read in july 2015

bree newson
“I did it because I am free.”

Sam Keeper, Repent, Feminist!” said the Wiki Man (Or: Deface Wikipedia Today!) [sexism, transmisogyny, white supremacy]

Bryce Peake, “WP: THREATENING2MEN: Misogynist Infopolitics and the Hegemony of Asshole Consensus on English Wikipedia [sexism, misogyny]

Reagan Ali and S. Wooten, Baltimore Police Called Out For Making Up ‘Gang Violence’ Stories to Scare Public [cop violence, racism]

GENDER NIHILISM: AN ANTI-MANIFESTO

[Bloomberg] What Does Harper Lee Want?

Taylor Gordon, Telling Poor, Smart Kids That All It Takes Is Hard Work to Be as Successful as Their Wealthy Peers Is a Blatant Lie [classism]

Phoenix Singer, Marriage Equality, but Now What? Homonationalism and Jennicet Gutierrez in Marriage Politics [transmisogyny, racism, Gay Inc.]

Mehlab Jameel, Rainbows and Weddings: The Neoliberal and Imperialist Politics of LGBT Rights [white supremacy]

Banna Desta, Where Brooklyn At? The Rise of Gentrification and the Fall of Hip-Hop [classism, racism, urban colonization]

[The Atlantic] How One Law Banning Ethnic Studies Led to its Rise

Aragorn, Children of the new Earth: Deleuze, Guattari, and Anarchism

“history is how the secular world attends to the dead”

Lose Your Mother
[CN: Slavery, colonialism, anti-blackness, white supremacy]

There’s a massive database called Voyages, containing an exhaustive catalog of every slave ship which moved across the atlantic, including scans of manifests and ships arrested by the British after slavery was outlawed. At the head of this massive “data-set” are two white English dudes, one of whom is an economic historian.

But what can any of it tell us, really? How can it hope to answer the question of what made black bodies slaveable? The numbers give us a view from the position of the slavers; reify the monstrous ideology that turns humans into commodities, stripping them of their humanity history so that they are not people but merely “Negros.” Saidiya Hartman’s LOSE YOUR MOTHER begins from the recognition that a true connection with this past has been annihilated, as was the goal of the slave trade and the capitalist accumulation it served.

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