page 461 - and then, all I remembered was darkness.
The dominant ideas of who is “healthy” and what “health” looks like is ridiculous. In a society where fat people are demonized, people of color’s physical pain is minimized, trans people are medicalized, and disabled people are ridiculed – not to mention that all of the boundaries between “normal” and “not normal” are socially constructed – you cannot call someone “unhealthy” by looking at them.
“Healthy” isn’t thin, white, male, able-bodied, cisgender, heterosexual, dieting, controlled. Healthy is alive. Healthy is eating. Healthy is hydrating. Healthy is supported. Healthy is Human.
Examine how the ideas of “health” have impacted your wellbeing. Examine the ways in which the bodily norm does or does not match your bodymind. Examine whether the medical profession has historically cared enough about your communities’ lives to define what makes you “healthy.”
It’s not just body positivity – it’s humanity.
Don’t be a bummer, baby. 🎵
i love to see black bodies at rest,
black faces at peace
we fight to keep our head above water
and i love to see us submerged in tranquility
i love us for the way we go to war
steady persisting despite opposition
the world waged war on us before we even knew we had enemies
born into battle, i love to see us resist
and i love to see us relaxed because that is also resistance
they say we can’t afford to be tired or anything else that shows we are human
so i love to see us claim our humanity anyways
i love to see us at peace
we are warriors trained to wield our weapons and be wary
we’ve mastered our teachings of fear and now we learn to relax
we learn that we are prepared even when we can’t see what’s coming
“One trillion, trillion, trillion years from now, the accelerating expansion of the universe will have disintegrated the fabric of matter itself, terminating the possibility of embodiment. Every star in the universe will have burnt out, plunging the cosmos into a state of absolute darkness and leaving behind nothing but spent husks of collapsed matter. All free matter, whether on planetary surfaces or in interstellar space, will have decayed, eradicating any remnants of life…. The stellar corpses littering the empty universe will evaporate into a brief hailstorm of elementary particles. Atoms themselves will cease to exist. Only the implacable gravitational expansion will continue, driven by the currently inexplicable force called ‘dark energy’, which will keep pushing the extinguished universe deeper and deeper into an eternal and unfathomable blackness.” - Ray Brassier, ‘Nihil Unbound’ (2007)
By @tosinshotit: “Escape from isolation” .
Will never forget when white people started gentrifying Harlem heavy. They complained that the music in the grocery store was too “urban”. Guess what they were playing. The Pop station and the R&B station.
They really changed the music. It’s still Black music (60s, 70s, Motown) but why are y’all even budging? These people came into a knowingly urban and Black community and are rearranging the furniture. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOOD, BITCH!
I’m sorry you’re broke and decided to colonize my grocery store. Get your kombucha and get the fuck on. You can’t afford to live with your peers I don’t care. You can move here silently and not disturb our BLACKNESS. The absolute caucasity.
The ash in my mouth is not from the cigarettes I smoke, but of the lies that I choke.
One after another they spew forth. Ill smirk and gawk with all my mirth. You would be hard pressed to pull the truth from my teeth. Soulless eyes of a vengeful thief.
Try all your might, Im merely a blight. Poison leaks from my very being. What is it you just aren’t seeing?
I roll my eyes, you still cant see beyond this disguise. My hands around your throat, spewing forth blackness for you to choke.
Look deep within my blackened orbs, this demon before you has no course. Ill turn you one by one, become my army before its done.
My tongue twisted like a sword without a sheath. Ill cut you down until you decease.
My hands resend, your neck red and raw, your eyes like mine as never before. Soulless Ive made you, soulless you are. Eyes black, soul like coal. The river runs red, the one and only goal.
This year I read my favorite book ever. It was amazing and so… deep. I really love it and I wish all black and sapphic girls could know this book and feel what a feel.
and I made those header because really I couldn’t found to use when I was finished the book. so here it is, it’s no super good because I do not know do this things.
Ice Cube has clarified his role in helping to develop the Trump administration’s proposed “Platinum Plan” for the black community after a White House advisor thanked the rapper for “his willingness to step up and work with” President Trump.
“Leaders gonna lead, haters gonna hate. Thank you for leading!,” Trump senior advisor Katrina Pierson tweeted at Ice Cube Tuesday; in the hours following Pierson’s tweet, Ice Cube had been criticized on social media for going from N.W.A to MAGA.
According to the rapper’s rep, Ice Cube offered to meet with both the Trump and Biden campaigns in recent weeks to discuss an “agenda for black Americans” and support for his Contract With Black America (CWBA), which “strikes at the heart of racism and presents a blueprint to achieve racial economic justice.”
“The problems facing America are too deep and wide to simply reform one area or another,” the contract said. “Long-lasting solutions demand a comprehensive thorough ‘rethink’ of America so that each new approach in each area supports the success of the others. This Contract with Black America will provide conceptual approaches in several areas.” The contract goes on to detail 13 different areas of improvement, including bank lending, prison reform, police reform and the elimination of all confederate monuments.
Clip from “The Storm of the Century.” It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Season 7, Episode 6, 2011.
I was recently wasting my time on Reddit and came across the clip above. I found it hilarious, oddly accurate, and echoing of something I wrote in Fall of 2019 for a graduate seminar on media studies in which I tried to address two points discussed in Frank B. Wilderson’s III “The Ruse of Analogy” (2003) that I found provocative and relatable.
The first of these deals with Wilderson’s criticism of Giorgio Agamben’s characterization of Auschwitz and the Shoah. These are topics that I often discuss at home with my partner, who is from Germany, and who frequently questions why people in North America and Hollywood, in particular, seem so thoroughly obsessed with the Holocaust. She contrasts this obsession with the relative lack of narratives concerned with the two instances of genocide and dehumanization that took place on this very continent. I don’t think I have ever been able to articulate a coherent explanation for this discrepancy, but it seems to me that Wilderson has.
In “The Ruse of Analogy,” he argues that the horror of Auschwitz derives from the notion that “Jews were subjected to Blackness” (36). His argument is compelling, and while some find it controversial, this analogy reminded me of my favorite graphic novel, Art Spiegelman’s Maus (1980). In it Jawek, a holocaust survivor, complains to his son after the latter accuses him of being racist toward Blacks that “It’s not even to compare, the schwartsers and the Jews!”[sic]. I had previously dismissed Jawek’s racist remarks as little more than reflective of an old man’s obliviousness to his bigotry, but Wilderson’s essay made me question whether, perhaps, Spiegelman’s inclusion of this passage is meant to make a point similar to Wilderson’s. Could it be that Maus, like Wilderson, is echoing, if not referencing, Fanon’s words that in Western society “one has only not to be a n*gg&r” for one’s (Jawek’s) ontology to be recognized? Does Hollywood’s obsession with the holocaust stem from the perceived horror of an ontologically-recognized people being subjected to the non-ontology of Blackness?
My second point pertains to another reference to Fanon found in Wilderson’s text, namely, the latter’s (partial?) endorsement of the former’s claim that the “Human and metaphysical holocaust” of African slaves “is without analog” (38). Drawing another analogy, Wilderson redeploys Fanon’s words to state that whereas “Jews went into Auschwitz and came out as Jews. Africans went into the ships and came out as Blacks” (38). The slave “had a past, to be sure”, argues Fanon, “[b]ut a past is not a heritage” (51). Fanon’s words are thought-provoking, but also a little troubling, especially when considering the Indigenous peoples of the Americas and Latinx. Wilderson references the “Indians are like children” analogy, one meant to spare the Indian from colonial brutality, or, as Wilderson puts it, a history that “delivers the Indian from the wound of irrationality”. In Mexico, we’re told about this analogy from the time we are in elementary school. It is a part of our history.
But I am not sure to what extent it is a claim to a heritage since the Aztecs and other Indigenous cultures from whom most people in Mexico descend suffered a thorough metaphysical holocaust. I will not dispute Wilderson’s claim that, unlike the black slave, many indigenous peoples in the Americas can fall back on “the modality of sovereignty” to claim agency. And, to echo Wilderson, I am not trying to play the oppression Olympics here but I think that more similarities, analogies if you will, can be made between the ontologies and metaphysics, or lack thereof, of these and perhaps other marginalized groups. Would it be wrong to state that the Aztecs (Incas, Aymara…) went through colonialism and came out as Mexicans (Peruvians, Bolivian…)?
Wilderson III, Frank B. “The Ruse of Analogy.” in Red, White, and Black, Duke University Press, 2005.