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104 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 1992
The world does not become raceless or will not become unracialized by assertion: the act of enforcing racelessness in literary discourse is itself a racial act. Pouring rhetorical acid on the fingers of a black hand may indeed destroy the prints, but not the hand. Besides, what happens in that violent, self-serving act of erasure to the hands, the fingers, the fingerprints of the one who does the pouring? Do they remain acid-free? The literature itself suggests otherwise.
[T]he habit of ignoring race is understood to be a graceful, even generous, liberal gesture. To notice is to recognize an already discredited difference. To enforce its invisibility through silence is to allow the black body a shadowless participation in the dominant cultural body. According to this logic, every well-bred instinct argues against noticing and forecloses adult discourse. It is just this concept of literary and scholarly moeurs (which functions smoothly in literary criticism, but neither makes nor receives credible claims in other disciplines) that has terminated the shelf life of some once extremely well-regarded American authors and blocked access to remarkable insights in their works.One's art of reading is not set in stone. It is a case in point I rely heavily upon. My guaranteed reviewing, the reiterating reviews I pile one on top of the other in the same work space, my keeping in play them all no matter how the years have shifted and cast a disparaging gaze on what I now know to be effort both half-hearted and pandering. Situation has much to do with it, for there is a broad span of difference between the past self which rejected out of fear of rejection and the current self which will take on any and all, confident in an inherent ability to thrive. In my reactions to works, I have been conniving, desperate for attention, petty, defensive, obstinate, and conscientiously inflammatory, and only I am the credible witness when it comes to determining which falls under which. Not being a saint, it is the best way of carving out an ethical space that I know, for internal shame is nothing compared to taking the next step in the journey towards critical, holistic, and fearless insight. Lack of fear, mind you, does not translate to lack of respect. I've more a revolutionary tendency in mind.
Living in a nation of people who decided that their world view would combine agendas for individual freedom and mechanisms for devastating racial oppression presents a singular landscape for a writer.Marxist critique, LGBT critique, postcolonial critique. The only thing stopping one from engaging with the world of flesh and blood is their consignment of parts of it as a dream of a dreamer. Literature characterized as canonical texts of the United States coexisted far longer with the presence of slavery than without. Avoiding this majority is the lesser of the two evils only when one is a child, when ethics pale besides the intrigue of rockets and castles and everything not laid out as an explicit 'no' by the parent is imbibed as a conditional 'yes'. What concerns is not the dream, but those who still dream it. What concerns is not censorship or the ableism hooked into deriding of trigger warnings (go on and ignore the contentions of red means stop and green means go and see how far you get in your physical conception of free will) but the historical, sexual, psychological, social, and ideological reckonings that fueled these metaphors, these symbols, this creativity fueled by one of the most literal sorts of Other. One cannot take heritage piecemeal in the hierarchy that is academia and expect their analysis to bear fruit twenty, ten, a mere year after the publication springs and the beast turns over to a more comfortable side. If a text is to survive the onslaught of the millennia, it is to survive with all its faculties, for one can hardly learn how to avoid using flesh and blood as blank canvas if one avoids the canon of the methodology. Do you really think you remain without cannibal tendencies by your own will and effort?
A power, a sense of freedom, he had not known before. But what had he known before? Fine education, London sophistication, theological and scientific thought. None of these, one gathers, could provide him with the authority and autonomy that Mississippi planter life did. Also this sense is understood to be a force that flows, already present and ready to spill out of his "absolute control over the lives of others." This force is not a willed domination, a thought-o0ut, calculated choice, but rather a kind of natural resource, a Niagara Falls waiting to drench Dunbar as soon as he is in position to assume absolute control.Read ableist texts if you are physically whole or sane. Read homophobic texts if you are straight. Read anti-black texts if you're not black, for your gift is to not have a stake in the matter that has direct bearing on your right to self-care and avoidance of mutilation. All that matters is that you pay attention, and when you do, say exactly what you attend to. Look at the associations of an entire group of people with all the evils of the world. Break them down. Analyze the histories that enabled such fictional infliction of meaning, and look at the lines those famous writers drew for themselves out of wrestling with self-reflexive agony. Morality's no excuse when there's critical insight to be had, when the matter is not of guilt or mirrored bigotry but how far this text of humanity can go in succeeding generations, those that walk with books open and minds unafraid of seeing themselves in the void. I've said before that evaluating stereotypes is part and parcel of my toolkit, not a determination of dichotomy. That, of course, is with regards to the dream. There's nothing subjective about my extinction at the hands of the dreamer.
As for the culture, the imaginative and historical terrain upon which early American writers journeyed is in large measure shaped by the presence of the racial other. Statements to the contrary, insisting on the meaninglessness of race to the American identity, are themselves full of meaning. The world does not become raceless or will not become unracialized by assertion. The act of enforcing racelessness in literary discourse is itself a racial act. Pouring rhetorical acid on the fingers of a black hand may indeed destroy the prints, but not the hand. Besides, what happens in that violent, self-serving act of erasure to the hands, the fingers, the fingerprints of the one who does the pouring? Do they remain acid-free? The literature itself suggests otherwise.
"The world does not become raceless or will not become unracialized by assertion. The act of enforcing racelessness in literary discourse is itself a racial act. Pouring rhetorical acid on the fingers of a black hand may indeed destroy the prints, but not the hand. Besides, what happens in that violent, self-serving act of erasure to the hands, the fingers, the fingerprints of the one who does the pouring? Do they remain acid-free? The literature itself suggests otherwise."