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Just Stay Home

Frieze Art Fair 2010 in Regent's Park, London. Photo by Linda Nylind for Frieze. 15/10/2010
Lorna Simpson, Five Day Forecast (1988)

If you are black American and you receive an invitation to join a conference on “diversity and justice,” know that you are being set up. That’s right. SET UP! Under the guise of thoughtfulness, consideration, and fellowship with similarly concerned professionals you will be heading into dangerous territory. Your hosts have hastily dropped landmines in the vicinity of any pathway you might take. So don’t be fooled by the four doormen ready with careful smiles and joyously offered pleasantries. Though they will be stationed at every entrance in sight–front door, elevators, front desk–after you’ve purchased a nasty Starbucks parfait and an even worse vanilla chai latte for $9.52, one of those idle doormen will ask if you can manage to push the elevator button to your floor with such full hands. Rather than perform the courtesy function that is his job, he asks you to weigh whether courtesy, his labor, should be your entitlement. If you are a black American, you have been asked to first offer an apology for the worker’s trouble before saying, “thank you.” Understand that while your plan was to acquire change for the housekeeping tip, you can’t even bestow a courtesy without penalty.

If you’re black American, leaving the establishment won’t be free either. Recognizing participants involved in the same affair as you is acceptable as long as you don’t ask them for directions. Your attempt to ask a question about the second-day conference location means that you will be given a strict rebuke for expecting a courtesy that you never asked for, wanted, or considered. Had you been able to ask your fellows about turning onto L Street, you may have prevented them from telling you, “there’s not enough room in the taxi for you. I mean, we’ve already got four and we each have our bags.” The doorman helping them into this car to reach a destination only 5 minutes away on foot has nothing for you either. “I don’t know. Go that way and turn left,” he hisses. How dare you disturb a man-of-color whose helping four white women into a taxi for a 2-minute ride! Can’t you see he’s busy? “The Google,” is your best option for assistance.

If you’re black American and you think that a conference about social justice means you’re safe, you’ve got a lot to learn. The presenters will presume your ignorance of American history and think a sound or gesture from you can only signify how shocked you are that the presenter graduated college in 1968. Forget the Martin Luther King, Jr. assassination happened then, or that those pesky uprisings occurring in cities across the United States, just dismiss the slaying of Robert Kennedy, and anything else that happened. At the center of 1968 is this man whose name you cannot recall. No, you need to learn from this influential man, little girl. In fact, let me start by asking this older black woman to tell us about her college experience so she can tell you a little something about school integration. After her courageous recounting, you will be asked to tell the 70 people assembled “how you feel when you hear her story?” So on the spot, you figure out something appropriate to say in response that doesn’t reveal how offended you are by his presumption of your ignorance regarding scholarship as it relates to this woman’s oral narrative. “The story certainly enlivens the many narratives that I’ve read about the period,” you offer. “Her story enlivens what has become, what might be called, an iconic act of movement defiance,” you say. Now, of course, this scene can’t take such an ending. You need schooling, girl. “Let me tell you something,” the movement veteran shares. “See there? What you called a ‘movement’ wasn’t like that for us! It was what we lived.” Only two hours later, Charles Cobb will situate similar acts of protest within a “movement” and these very same people will clap for him.

Lorna Simpson, Untitled, 1989

If you are black American and you have thought anything about (in)justice in the United States, don’t go anywhere near presentations about sexual harassment, violence, and Title IX. You should just leave the room when the self-identified feminist lawyer tells those gathered how much she understands arguments against patriarchal privilege. She, in fact, knows first hand because she integrated a previously all-male law school. If you stay in this room, you will hear this woman discuss several cases where young men have been accused of rape and were excessively punished by their colleges and universities, but not guilty in a court of law. Then she’ll tell you about the professors who’ve been penalized because students mistook Yiddish pejoratives as racial offense, and you might have conceded her point were it not for the participant who recommends Philip Roth’s The Human Stain. In this novel, a professor uses the term “spooks” in referencing the perpetual absence of two black students whose names appeared on his roster. Despite never having seen these students, the professor gets targeted as racist. When the lawyer thanks the participant for the recommendation she tells us that Roth’s story mirrors an actual case of a professor who suffers a backlash for using the term “niggardly.” The lawyer finds this ridiculous. “Niggardly has nothing to do with American slavery. It’s a Danish term for Peet’s sake!” They all stop laughing when you remind them that the Danes had a stake in transatlantic commerce. They don’t find it the least bit funny when you ask the lawyer how she can talk about white college boys suffering and not think a thing about lynching. How she can ask us to consider a case of an innocent black law school student accused by a black law student of raping her and ruining his career, and not account for this as a Clarence Thomas and Anita Hill reboot? They want you to stop talking when you ask why she hasn’t used any cases where black male law students accused of raping white law students unjustly suffered. There’s not a single smile from those gathered at this picnic when you tell the lawyer that advocacy for the sake of those suffering white boys with their multimillion dollar settlements will not account for systems of oppression that took and takes the lives of black boys through summary execution.They want to be mortified, but you’ve just schooled them on the difference between inconvenience and death so they sit there.

Lorna Simpson, Plaques (1986)

If you are black American, you need to figure out how you are going to live in a culture where nothing in it was made with your humanity in mind. As for me, when I toss my dice, I understand that winning the game officially means that I must acquire the most money and the most property. However, I have determined that I’ve won when I make it home alive. If you just make it home alive, you are a champion.


Systemic Theft

Presidential Advice: College Students

“Don’t go to college just to duplicate the same experience you had in high school. Don’t make your decision based on, well, where are all my friends going so that I can do the exact same things with the exact same friends that I did in high school. The whole point is for you to push yourself out of your comfort level, meet people you haven’t met before, take classes that you hadn’t thought of before (emphasis mine).“Stretch yourself,” the president added. “Because this is the time to do it, when you’re young.”

President Obama as quoted in The New York Times. Photo Credit: Michael Reynolds/Getty Images.

Room for Thought

Don’t Knock the Hustle

Reckless Eyeballing

I had no idea that reckless eyeballing, once a crime black men who looked a white person directly in the eyes could die for, remained a punishable offense. I’m just happy that John Felton was only given a warning for this Neo-Jim Crow offense.

Thankfully, Felton used his camera phone to record the episode. Here’s some of the transcription:

After a bit of back and forth, Felton tells the officer he’s using his cell phone to record the conversation and insists he had used his turn signal.

“You did signal,” the officer clarifies. “You just didn’t do it 100 feet prior to your turn.”

“You just needed a reason to pull me over, sir,” Felton responds, handing over his license and registration. “Is there a reason you pulled me over other than that?”

“Jesus Christ, this is so childish,” he adds, speaking to himself.

The officer walks away, then returns a short time later with a written warning for the infraction.

“No disrespect, I don’t have anything against police officers,” Felton tells the officer, “but all the shit that’s going on now, that’s some scary shit to have a police officer just trailing you. … Why were you trailing me?”

“Because you made direct eye contact with me and held onto it while I was passing you,” he replies. “If you want to keep talking about it, I’ll just give you a citation for the violation and we can take it to court. I’m not going to argue about it anymore.”

Talk about an abuse of power…


“Everything must have a purpose?” asked God.

“Certainly,” said man.

“Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this,” said God.

Cat’s Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut


“A flower doesn’t love you or hate you, it just exists.”

-Mike White

Eternal Recurrence by Jim Campbell

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