(Gentrification is “The Atlanta Way” (Documentary) ~ [VIDEO] Official Trailer 34 Min Rough Cut)
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The Atlanta Way is a collaborative effort with 14 other students and recent graduates from Savannah College of Art and Design, Clark Atlanta University, and Georgia State. The Atlanta Way provides a fresh approach to issues of race and urban redevelopment. It’s definitely worth seeing.
Being that the film was totally created and produced by a student-run team—an effort garnering interest from both HBO and PBS—is impressive in and of itself.
This much talk about documentary is making waves throughout the city. Gentrification is real and evident on just about every corner of Downtown. While you’re perusing around Downtown this weekend, think about many of your favorite locations and what was there just 3 years ago…
Everything is changing. While some people feel that the changes are positive and great for the economy, others feel that lower income people are getting the short end of the stick.
from ourcatastrophebeen thinking a lot about my problems with a particular ready-to-pounce hypercritical activist discourse vs. the evident foolishness and oppressiveness of mainstream liberal norms of polite discourse
I think the difference here is that there is rage or flippancy and then there is people being sanctimonious and they’re not the same; in fact if anything prescriptivism re: tone is more similar than different to the hypercritical leftie prescriptivism re: language that I can’t stand; also that I associate this particular sanctimoniousness with white bourgeois social norms and a comorbid inflated sense of entitlement
going to keep chewing on that one for a while
4-year-old hit by drunk driver. Drunk driver serves six months. Mother charged and faces THREE years.
[Raquel]Nelson, 30 and African-American, was convicted on the charge this week by six jurors who were not her peers: All were middle-class whites, and none had ever taken a bus in metro Atlanta. In other words, none had ever been in Nelson’s shoes:
They had never taken two buses to go grocery shopping at Wal-Mart with three kids in tow. They had never missed a transfer on the way home that caused them to wait a full hour-and-a-half with tired and hungry kids for the next bus. They had never been let off at a bus stop on a five-lane speedway, with their apartment in sight across the road, and been asked to drag those three little ones an additional half-mile-plus down the road to the nearest traffic signal and back in order to get home at last.
And they had never lost control of an over-eager four-year-old as they waited on a three-foot median for a car to pass. Nor had they watched helplessly as a driver who had had “three or four” beers and two painkillers barreled toward their child.
That’s right: Because Nelson did not lug her exhausted little ones three-tenths of a mile from the bus stop to a traffic signal in order to cross five lanes of traffic, she is guilty of vehicular homicide. Because she did as her fellow bus riders, who crossed at the same time and place, and because she did what pedestrians will do every time – take the shortest reasonable path – she is guilty of vehicular homicide.
The drunk driver has a history of hit and runs. He served six months in jail. Nelson faces three years in jail. Justice?
this is what I’m talking about when I say that mothers get harsher sentences than the person who actually killed the child does.
this is fucking horrific, all of it - and while this is the first time i’ve heard of a mother being legally punished for someone else’s deadly drunk driving, i know it’s not the first time a child has died in the past couple of years because cobb county/atlanta-area city planners couldn’t be bothered to put a crossing walk near a place where a lot of poor and transit-dependent people are known to live and work
from tremuloidesIs 'The Bay' An Island?
A look at race, gentrification, and local queers in The Bay.
wrote a post on this and then accidentally deleted it - hope to write more in a while
in the mean time, do read this essay if you have the time and energy to do so; it’s a really on-point critique of how fucked the social practice of queer migration to the SF bay - and a lot of rad queer culture and activism in that area in general - can be around race, gentrification, what counts as visibly queer or looking non-normative, and more
eta: and obvs similar dynamics happen in a lot of places, including here in atlanta which is a weird hub of rad queer kids tending to move in and out with a really quick turn around, like it’s a practice city where queers train for a while before going on to SF or NYC or portland
(cities which, significantly, also have way way more access to certain types of government and non-profit resources than we do, so this is not at all just about the pursuit of cool, and the overlaps in motivation can be complex)
n.b.: i think it’s pretty likely that i’ll move to the NYC area at some point
broke vs poor
RE: class
This is a copypasta of a comment I made elsewhere in a slightly different conversation, but I’d like to say something about the difference between being broke and being poor. I am not saying any one person is one or another because I don’t know shit about other individuals’ lives specifically, but I do know that class is about much more than current income. So here goes.
“class mobility is possible of course but it doesn’t happen overnight and something like winning the lottery doesn’t magically change it. class is a lot about the work you do, the work your FAMILY does, the level of education you have, the level of education your family has, and so on. it’s also about your cultural norms and who your peers are. it’s so much more complicated than simple income. middle class people don’t become not middle class anymore if they get laid off and have to go on unemployment.
some people are broke but not poor. they don’t have money because they spend what they earn and so can’t afford extra stuff they want. some people are poor but not broke. i’m poor but i have some extra money left over from my tax return so i bought myself a couple cool things the other day, and i’m going to the movies on tuesday. i’m not broke, i have money. but i’m still a single mom who works part time for minimum wage and receives state help.
my bf is in the first camp. he has been “broke” for most of his adult life. he doesn’t make much money, just enough to get by. he still grew up middle class in a house with two working, professional parents. everyone else in his family went to college. we have different backgrounds and different experiences with class even though we’re mostly at the same level right now.”In addition, I’d like to say that class mobility IN EITHER DIRECTION takes times. A middle class person is still middle class even if they’ve been homeless for a week. But over the years that can change. This is why people who choose to be homeless for whatever reason (not common of course but it happens), often find themselves trapped there against their will after a while.
Class is an INCREDIBLY complicated societal mechanism. I think we owe it to ourselves to not ignore this complexity and not boil things down to “how much money do you have in your pocket? none? congratulations, you are poor!”
(Source: genderbitch)
from rare-basementon ‘fierce’
a friend of mine posted the following on my facebook wall the other day, probably in response to this post of mine
I saw on your tumblr that there are some problematic issues surrounding white cis queer folk using the term “fierce”. I tried to look up why that would be but didn’t really find anything. I was wondering if you had the time/inclination, could you maybe explain why that is to me? I’m totally not doubting you or trying to imply that a lengthy explanation is needed before I stop using a term that’s problematic, I just am kind of curious and would like to know more.
i wrote the text quoted below in reply, and i think it gets at most of what i think about the term - though there’s a lot more to be said about the specifics of what’s happening with the way that a lot of white queers variously fetishize and hate on non-white femininities, especially black femininities (at least in the south)
i feel like in a lot of white-centric queer spaces, particularly gay male spaces, there can be this weird mix of on the one hand outright declaring non-white (and often working-class) femininities to be nothing more than tacky failures to be appropriated for campy humor, and on the other hand i think there’s more complicated white guiltish stuff going on, especially when white gay men appropriate styles and cultural codes they associate with non-white femininities because they feel an emotional or cultural connection with racially marginalized femmenesses due to the marginalization of their own queer femininity
plus there’re all these narratives/stereotypes that are like ‘black women are so sassy and in-charge and sexual’ or ‘latinas are so tough and loud-mouthed and brassy’ etc converging with gay male identifications with a certain construction of strong sexy women
thank you for asking! i’ll try my best to think this through:
many uses of the word ‘fierce’ are in my experience strongly associated with gay/queer/trans communities of color, and are particularly linked in a lot of people’s minds with more femme-gendered black gay men and black trans folks, especially not-wealthy ones
and i often see white queers - mostly but not only gay men, some of them middle-class or wealthy and some of them not so much, many of them them openly racist or at least not really interested in thinking about how racism benefits them in and outside of queer spaces - who i feel are deploying the term in a particular way to kind of, hmmm, either to derisively or “affectionately” mock what they see as the campy ghetto-fabulous tackiness of such folks (which is clearly racist and classist and often straight-up misogynistic and anti-femme)
or to do this more complicated appropriation thing where white queers use the word in an attempt to signal a knowledge of or connection to PoC/black queer cultures because they want to kinda go culture-slumming and feel like they’re part of something cool or trendy or exotic etc - without actually giving much of a shit about racism or capitalism or gay/queer/trans people of color
and also there’s this thing a lot of white culture does where white folks can deploy what they accurately or inaccurately imagine to be black vernacular in order to construct themselves as being down with black people, and thus reassure themselves and others that they’re cool good white people and couldn’t *really* be racist (even when they, well, emphatically are)
i don’t think all uses of the word ‘fierce’ by white gay/queer/trans people constitute an attempt to mock or appropriate - but i do think creepy racist sexist classist uses of the word aren’t that uncommon
poverty draft / never heard of financial aid
from arboriform-deactivated20121117the baddest bitch: Memorial Day post: Fuck The Troops but not fuck the troops
I hear anarchists say things a lot about “fuck the troops” and I want to agree but only to a certain extent. Yes, I am angry at the size of the military budget, and I’m angry that in the US that is billions of dollars that could be spent on schools and libraries and health care, and that military spending is prioritized. I would most likely not have nice things to say to someone who was enthusiastically joining the military and excited about imperialism and killing brown people. But that’s not necessarily everyone who’s in the military.
Most of the people I hear saying things about “fuck the troops” are white kids who never had to worry about how they’d pay for college or the fact that their high school left them with no usable skills. They want to get out of the neighborhood they grew up in because it’s suburban and boring, not because it’s poor and dangerous. They have never been around guns or gangs. They have never lived in a warzone in a US city, so they can easily say “fuck you” to someone who would go fight in a warzone overseas. I didn’t grow up in these environments either, so I’m not going to say “fuck you” to someone making those choices.
The poverty draft is very very real. It works. It may get even heavier if the DREAM Act passes, since in its current version, young undocumented people can get on track to citizenship by going to college or joining the military. A few years ago, I was organizing counter military recruitment at a couple high schools here. The main thing we ended up doing was handing out FAFSA forms. Kids had never heard of financial aid. Never heard of it. What were their school counselors doing? I’m not going to say “fuck you” or wish bad things on kids of color who have been denied resources and information, and made choices I don’t agree with because of that lack of information. If a kid has never heard of financial aid for college coming from anywhere but the military, and has never heard of a way to get out of the hood except going to college, who am I to come in and hate on them? I would rather say “fuck you”, if it needs to be said, to comfortable college kids not having to make this choice and not paying attention as black and brown youth are sent out to the front lines.
An anarchist once accused me of sounding too unradical for going so far as to say that, if Congress is already okaying military spending $80 billion at a time, they might as well thrown in a little extra to make sure kids have some decent armor and aren’t all getting killed. What I meant was that I’m tired of kids my age and color being killed to benefit the desires and gluttony of white supremacy. If that means that money goes in to decent armor, so be it; I’ve been working against this war since before it started, so it’s not like I support the war itself in any way.
I want kids who got sucked up in the poverty draft to get home okay (and I want them to resist the war along the way), and I want them to find some sort of healing after they get home, and I want them to be able to attain all the things that they are suffering through war to get. I do not want bad things to happen to them. I want bad things to happen to the capital-M Military, to the industry that is using them as fodder, to imperialism, to the generals, to the line of reasoning that brown bodies are expendable. Hate the king, not the pawns.
lol oppression aka queer aesthetics and normalization
aaka mewmew has no few reservations about being grumpy on tumblr
i am not posting this to be mean or grumpy but just to comment on the nature of tumblr, which i like to do from time to time.
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i find it interesting that i can post a picture of a pretty stand mixer or something from hyperbole and a half about avoiding people for the internet (which is still getting reblogged from time to time, even though i posted it months ago) and that will get 300 reblogs in an hourand i can post a screenshot of mubarek resigning, or something about something oppressive, or a picture of fat identified folks looking fucking hot, etc etc, and it will get maybe three or four reblogs
what is the point of tumblr? what are we here for? how can we mix the gawking and admiring of beautiful things/art/lovely objects with actual constructive thought and discourse?
finally reblogging this because i’m kind of legit pissed at the queer tumblrverse for having only given this photo from fuckyeahhispanicbears eight notes so far
eight! what is that shit?!
this photo is fucking awesome y’all
no, seriously, it’s one of the best sexyphotos i’ve seen on tumblr in a while
i love the hot chubby cub, obviously, and i love his cute undies and his pose: and, as much as that, i love that it’s clearly in a family home, i love that he took a sexy photo of himself - i think with a timed camera - in a room that was probably decorated by his mom or his auntie or his abuelita, i love the gold-tone drapes and the mismatched sofa, i love the family photos, i love the oldass computer, i love the vacuum in the corner and the soda bottle in the foreground
idk, like - and this is not not not a personal attack on any of the people who’ve said whatever in response to transartorialism’s original post - but a chunk of the response has been like “yeah! isn’t is weird how i can post a cute pic and get dozens of reblogs and post an actual idea and get like three??”
- but that’s kind of exactly the point: it’s pretty overwhelmingly urban skinny white kids with a certain cool hipsterish queer fashion who get 30, 50, 100, 400 reblogs
not chubby brown guys who take pics of themselves in their family’s livingroom, you know?
and partially it’s straightup body-normalizing stuff ‘cause he’s a chub-of-color but i also think the photo’s setting is at least as important; i find it really beautiful and charming and, just - it means something to me that this sexy photo is happening in a family home with family pictures on the wall, and not in some cool kid’s apartment in the city where they live with their cool kid roommates or whatever
there’s the life-style normalizing: the normative queer-white-middle-class assumption that you move away to the city and live ‘on your own’ and don’t (need to / want to) stick around to pay your share of your family’s rent or take care of your little siblings or your grandparents or whoever else
i mean i definitely know queer and otherwise not-het adult folks who live with their biological families, and they are all working-class or poor and almost all are not white: the expected queer life trajectories are very! raced and classed!
even though i’ve followed the normative queer young adult life path pretty closely, i can’t believe / would like to not believe that there are really so few people around here who have some - some sense of emotion and eroticism around the home-ishness of this photo, some idea of what it could mean, some sense of pleasure around the queer norms it subverts
so, yeah
i’m grumpy that this photo only has eight notes right now
whatevs! toxicass normalizing queer aesthetics and thought patterns
what
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from transartorialismyoot is wasted on the yung
an awesomely cranky old leftist rant via shag at Wear Clean Draws
very much worth reading
and i dunno what city shag’s in, she’s always been pretty private about particulars, but all this is very relevant to this week’s creative loafing cover on the beltline
also, you know a phrase i hate? “mixed income housing”
ugh ugh ugh the most sad, bullshit excuse for tearing apart poor and working class communities and thinking that’s ok because some folks *might* get to stay for a while, until their wealthy neighbors drive up the price of living to the point of unsustainability
ugh
[…] Anway, what has inspired the rantage is this: I work with a lot of younger folks. I am only appearing to blame it on the youth, but I suspect it isn’t youth that is the issue: it’s liberalness. They just make me want to scream sometimes.
As an example, there’s a series in the local alt rag. It’s about two people trying to live on a very low grocery budget. it’s another one of the artisanal geekery projects like you see all over lifehacker, boing boing, etc. where people try to get back to basics and the do-it-yourself lifestyle. They turn what used to be simple stuff - baking a loaf of bread or making your own Italian dressing - into a project that must be photographed, hashed over and hashed out, commented on, intellectualized, stroked, and - well - turned into a fucking project! Just bake the damn bread already. Really. it’s not that big a deal. honest. In fact, fuckers, people used to - and still do - make bread every day without batting an eyelash. it was what you did. The idea that you would have to write a blog post on it, let alone document it with a camera or video recorder would have been - and is! - ludicrous.
So, these two young folks are exploring bargain food shopping on a limited budget. Fine. They ramble on about how they find - whee! - bargains in the bargin bin. They made dinner for 50Cents for two people with a 10cent bag of potatoes, a 10ct bruised squash, a 10cent tomato (from which sauce was made and “It wasn’t that hard!” - OMG, I am sticking forks in my eyeballs after reading that….)
[…] [W]hat irritates the living shit out of me is the idea that shopping the bargain bin (or picking over items at a thrift shop) is the solution to any fucking thing other than your own limited funds at the moment. Running around pimping the ideas as some sort of “Hey, you can do this too!” answer to the social problems of poverty, food prices, industrial food production, whatever…. it just makes me pissed as all gitout! The problem with thinking this is: it won’t scale. If everyone started ransacking the bargain bin, it wouldn’t work. By definition, the bargain bin is going to be limited. There won’t be enough 10cent sacks of potatoes for everyone who wants to live on a budget.
And then there is the infestation of Richard Florida bologna going on. My god: it’s sad. The Richard Florida meme infects EVERYTHING. And it’s gotten to be, at least from my observation, that there is a sense of entitlement that they own the world. They’ve come to believe the meme: in order for cities to prosper, FloriDUH, argued, you have to cultivate a city that makes the creative class happy: nice downtown areas, lots of gay friendly spaces, lots of bike lanes and bike paths, walkability, yadda. Once a city attracts the creative class, then the city will be able to recruit business to locate in their cities. Job problems solved! Rusting out rustbelt? Gone! Poof! Vanish! How? you just make sure there are a lot of gay bars, cool arts venues, public art works, bike paths, etc.
Now being someone who, myself, wants to see all of that and more in my adopted city, whatever. I play the movers and shakers in town to get what I want. […]
But, of course, there’s none of that cynical use of Richard FloriDUH to get what they want on the part of The Libr00l Yoots. They believe, with a ferocity, that the only way their city will survive is to cater fully and faithfully to every whim of the Yoots. Yoots want a grocery store downtown, Yoots should have it. Yoots want free beer, Yoots should have it. Yoots want Whole Foods downtown, regardless as to the fact that there are two grocery stores only 1 mile away and not enough people living downtown to sustain a second store.. well, Yoots should have it! […]
When I mentioned to these yoots who wanted a whole foods that, gosh, it would kinda suck that the entire West side of the city would now have four fucking grocery stories within a mile of one another, while people who live i the east side have exactlly one shitty Fresh Pride within walking distance, and many do not even have that since the next grocery stores are three miles away …….. i get a glazed over look.
Because walkability and grocery store density is not about the convenience of every fucking one, it’s about the convenience of the Yoots. What was I fucking thinking to be worrying about everyone who lives in this damn city. The only people who matter, doncha know, are Yoots.
At these meetings and events to encourage, say, busking or a more queer friendly city, I try to ask about the extreme whiteness of the endeavors. This, for fuck’s sake, is a city composed of 59% black folks, 8% Latino, 4% asian. WTF are there no people of color here?
Rhetorical damn question.
It would almost be forgivable if they were completely blind to race. But that’s not the case. They are the ones who bring it up. For instance, at an *ology (a nick I’m giving for the series of events) event last June, we were supposed to break out into groups who wanted to focus on technology issues, gay and lesbian issues, music, arts, small business climate, race, biking, etc. etc.
So, I went and stood in a spot and said “Race Issues Here” to which an astounding 0 people showed up. When I straddled an imaginary line and said, “I’ll do Queer issues too!” no one showed up. Because, by and large there were no (out) queers there and only a couple of people of color. I leaned over to the organizer, giving him a hug as I left, and said that I wanted to do more about race issues but it shouldn’t be the case that I, a white person, was going to bring the answers to the poor blighted communities of color. We had to do more to get the word out that something like *ology existed, that it wasn’t a whitey club, that it really was about racial justice, etc. etc. No doubt he thought I was speaking Venusian with a Plutonian accent.
Because, of course, the issue isn’t to really give a shit about race. The issue is to plaster on the patina of giving a shit about race. As long as the people *look* as if they care about race, that’s good enough for making the Yoot happy. […]
So, there’s a huge outcry that goes like this, “Why does my city hate me? Why does my city care so little for me that it won’t get a grocery store to locate downtown? Why o why o poor me boo hoo.”
*rolls eyes* So now they are lobbying for whole foods or trader joe’s to show up. Because the real problem of food affordability and walkability for people who don’t have cars is just that: being close and convenient. it’s not about being able to fucking afford the groceries. I mean, shit, less than half a mile away on the east side of town are all kinda poor people who have a crappy low-rent grocery that always plants itself near the projects. The nearest decen and still affordable store is three miles away. Why o why doesn’t our city give a shit about them, eh?
I mean, why o why is the poor me’ing going on imagining that all people in need of a grocery store downtown are people who can fucking afford to shop at Whole Foods.
Rhetorical fucking question.
I can’t believe these Yoots. The sense of entitlement is overwhelming, depressing, utterly shocking.
[…] When I pointed out to these whiners that the backbone of the city in terms of money - who actually lived there - were empty nesters, retired boomers, and military personnel who, yeah, like living downtown so they can walk to the bars and, yes, so they walk to the store, so they have an easy commute to a couple of bases, etc. etc. and y adda, I got these glazed over looks. Why? My guess is that they can’t stand the idea that the people who are spending money are NOT like them. The people who want to live downtown in much greater numbers than the Yoots are people who have different desires. yeah. they like the grocery store. But they aren’t freaking out about it because they can walk a mile to another one if they want. And if they don’t, they will hop in their cars because, shonuf shit, they ain’t without a car. So, no grocery store is no big deal to them. They still get everything else for which they’d moved downtown: nightlife, pleasant surroundings, lots of awesome walking opportunities, the opera, the museum, the theater, a big ass mall, lots of restaurants…
[…] When you point out that maybe just maybe there are reasons why a grocery store can’t make it downtown, a mere mile from another outlet which is catering to a much larger population than that which lives downtown. I mean, the downtown store effectively operated to serve one neighborhood, while the one a mile away operated to serve about 15, competing with two other stores nearby to boot. This kind of stuff doesn’t matter to them. it’s just irrelevant. And it’s irrelevant because they have no concept of the way capitalism works in their lives.
I watch them learn, bit by bit, about the way the market actually rules their lives. They believe that it is all about evil 55 year olds who won’t make the right decisions because they are old, uninspired, lack creativity, don’t know how to use facebook. They don’t understand the structural limitations within which they live, so it constantly comes as a shock to them to learn that, wow, maybe there is something else going on.
As an example, I watched in fascination one day as the editor of an alt daily rag, a big Yoot and fan of FloriDUH, opined that it had never occurred to him how much “voluntary” media censorship went on because a media outlet has to rely on advertisers.
I thought I was going to have to run around scraping the floor with my jaw, doing a little impromptu floor cleaning, after hearing that one. I didn’t think I’d be able to put my jaw back in place. Wow and holy shit. You go to school and get two masters degrees, you work on behalf of all sorts of social justice projects, and you run a media outlet (an online magazine that took the place of the former alt weekly rag) and you are only now, with wide-eyed innocence, realizing that there is a powerful force called the profit motive that might actually be, er, a problem?
Fuck me dead already.
I’m not sure if any of that made sense. it’s so insider. I’ve been away so long. But it was burning my ass and I’ve had to lay off the biking and gym due to a lingering cold….
Also? Get off my damn lawn you rotten kids! […]
Food Deserts in the U.S. » Sociological Images
been having a lot of thoughts about this thread started by elfstaranymore
one of them is: routine grocery shopping for folks who don’t have a car very, very often sucks real bad
i live in a bigish city with bad and worsening public transit, and for the past couple of years i’ve had partners with cars: the difference in my stress and exhaustion levels around grocery shopping pre-being-able-to-shop-with-a-car-owning-person-on-a-regular-basis-without-particularly-asking and post are enormous
and even pre-boyfriends-with-cars, i had access to a bus and train system that sucked but that was, well, existent; i’m sure it’s a lot worse for folks living with even more sparse or no public transit
eta: i feel like the “without-particularly-asking” part of my pre-post delineation is more important than i see talked about much; mutual aide is great but it can be really straining for both parties when a person has to regularly request rides to the grocery store (or laundromat, courthouse, etc) from friends and family, especially of the ride-needing person doesn’t have a whole lot of time or resources to immediately ‘give back’ to the ride-giving parties
having a boyfriend who assumes that we’ll shop together because we cook together on a daily basis has been really different from having to be, on some level, reliant on the kindness of friends who aren’t domestically tied to me and won’t be benefiting in an immediate way from taking me shopping
something i can’t quite put to words
from transartorialismi’m reading a bunch of articles for orientation and general article-writing purposes, and they run the gamut from “feminist pedagogy” to “queer pedagogy” to “feminist writing center theory” to “queer composition.”
most of them suck and i really hate that, because i want there to be great stuff out there that really works and really gets at how composition/writing center work/pedagogy can be less shitty.
but it’s mostly things like this (from “cluelessness and the queer classroom,” by donald hall):
…the problem is not that students cannot argue; it is that they argue with an often rigid and even sanctimonious basis in traditional notions and wholly uninterrogated belief systems [like thinking gay people are going to hell].
and i don’t know what to do with that. i agree that homophobia is damaging and limited, and that it is logically difficult to support; when it comes up in student writing, it’s often accompanied by the unsuccessful rhetoric of students who haven’t learned the academic writing game yet.
but i really resent this idea that students who are homophobic are stupid, or bad thinkers, or just haven’t had enough queer theory yet to realize they’re wrong. not because homophobia is right, obviously—but because i think this gets deployed in an equally shitty power-y way by (oftentimes white, cis male, and middle-class) professors against a lot of groups that are already marginalized.
also, coding homophobia as “sanctimonious,” “traditional,” and “wholly uninterrogated” doesn’t leave room for the conservative and incredibly intelligent students who i sometimes tutor who are NOT sanctimonious about their homophobia, who can rhetorically support homophobic arguments or choose not to support queer arguments, and who are frighteningly untraditional and very subtle in supporting oppression.
i can’t think of much else to say besides this: composition and rhetoric isn’t a value-free system where “progressives” are always right and people who are homophobic/oppressive are just stupid and unenlightened.
“growing permanent underclass”
“Last week I partook in Tribulation Trail’s brand of hell house pageantry, which brings participants—a total of 25,000 every October—on a 90-minute walk through the South Georgia woods. […]—
The Fear is Real: A New View of Halloween “Hell Houses” | (A)theologies | Religion Dispatches
you guys
lucia is amazing
you should read this article
i mostly found this article really useful, but i’m kind of troubled by the things the author doesn’t say about race in the piece
she intelligently and sympathetically emphasizes the whiteness of the working-class folks who organize and participate in such events and surely implies reference to their racism, but kind of drops the ball in actually talking about it and kind of smooths over issues of racism and racial difference when talking about the u.s. working class
this excerpt contains the full extent of her reference to race in the article:
Our tour group was asked to imagine that we were in the days just following the rapture, and the Antichrist (whose speeches involved a lot of Obama-flavored language about “change”) had established a totalitarian government after duping the masses with his political charm. […]
I thought about Joe Bageant, author of Deer Hunting with Jesus, who writes about the political and religious lives of working-class white Americans—i.e. the people make up the majority of Tribulation Trail’s cast and audience. Bageant argues that working-class whites have become a “growing permanent underclass” in a class war in which they are exploited by the elite right and neglected by the left. Given the violence directed at this group—whether physical violence inflicted against youth who are economically conscripted to fight in Iraq; economic violence inflicted by regressive tax policies; or psychological violence inflicted by a culture that tends to belittle poor whites—is it any wonder that Tribulation Trail enacts violent scenarios without directly deeming them “scary”? Is it any wonder that its vision of hope is located in something beyond immediate material realities? […]
Quite literally the recession was present from the beginning to the end of Tribulation Trail. In the second scene, Jesus returned to rapture a woman as her unemployed husband berated her for trying to convince him to go to church: “Did your God find me a job today?! I’m not ready for your God!” The Antichrist enticed recruits with offers of work and food. Before the first execution scene, we watched a video drawn from news broadcasts. It emphasized images of (white) US combat soldiers (in an army that is disproportionately working-class) and clips of floods ravaging people’s homes (in a year when thousands have lost houses to foreclosure).
how does one deracialize either the ways that aggressive army-recruitment campaigns work (the army is surely quite disproportionately non-white in addition to being disproportionately working-class) or the place that images of ‘floods ravaging people’s homes’ have in a post-katrina u.s.?
i feel like talking about the very real and serious exploitation of poor and working-class people who are specifically white without talking about how those people also get very real and serious economic and social benefits from individual and structural acts of racism can come dangerously close to excusing that racism, normalizing it, or deeming it secondary to class struggle - all of which are pretty contrary to the ways in which i’d want people to approach both anti-capitalist and anti-racist analysis
from transartorialismYo: still about to fall asleep but not because of what these guys wrote
trauma warning for discussion of misogyny and for some thoughts on transphobic language after the eta at the bottom of the post
As someone who was raised as, and continues to be primarily read as, a white upper-class and female person, it’s pretty easy for me to understand her experience of make-up, for example, as empowering rather than artificializing. However, that’s because I know how to read it as an empowering female gesture; I have seen the super-moms and teachers and doctors in my life wearing make-up, have witnessed the way my female friends can feel confident when wearing it. I don’t have access to a lot of practices of femininity from outside my space, and I wonder how the double-edged sword of “embodying femininity as a choice = empowerment” vs “embodying femininity at all in a misogynistic society = being viewed as weaker/artificial” plays out on a wider variety of feminine expressions.
mhmm
around makeup - and a whole lot of other fashion choices - i think the class and race coding can be really intense; there’re definitely some very intimate cultural connections between ‘looking artificial’ and ‘looking trashy’ or ‘looking ghetto’, and i’d imagine that a lot of different power dynamics proliferate around those codings
and i mean it happens for a lot of people, of a variety trans statuses and races; i grew up in a very white and upper middle class suburb of atlanta in a mixed generation / granny-headed household made up of mostly working to lower middle class white women, and a whole lot of them got read as white trashishly feminine - which is to say, badly or perversely feminine, in a lot of contexts - for a variety of reasons: due to southernness, fatness, oldness, having non-white partners, atypical religiosity, visible mental health issues, being unable or unwilling to spend a lot of money on clothes
and it really, really mattered (and matters) for their lives, even with cisness and whiteness and sometimes relative financial security at play
eta: also, i definitely think (people who are read as) trans female people in general get really ‘classed down’ in a lot of ways; a whole lot of the time when the slur ‘tranny’ is used (whether or not it’s being deployed against an actual trans woman) it’s meant to convey a sense of disapproval or scorn at the target’s ‘trashy’ or ‘tacky’ or ‘ostentatious’ or just plain ‘fake’ femininity - it’s this constructing of authentic, powerful femininity as being explicitly that which can and chooses to manifest with a knowledge of and compliance with certain class-inflected (though not class-identical) and readable-as-cis ideals
and of course there are any number of counter discourses that love or accept or otherwise utilize their own devience from certain middle or upper class norms of beauty and femininity, with any variety of methods and results