Monday, March 30, 2009

When African Americans Portray "Africans": Some Issues (Apart from the Atrocious Accents)


I have a pet peeve when it comes to accents. A horrendously sounding Jamaican accent (especially when one grew up among West Indians - both here in the U.S. and in the Caribbean) is offensive to my ears and is enough to ruin an entire movie (as Taye Diggs did for me when I watched him get it on with Angela Bassett in How Stella Got Her Groove Back). Last night was no different when I tuned in to HBO's new series, No. 1 Lady Detective, starring a gorgeously plump Jill Scott as Botswanian private detective Precious Romotswe and her comedic sidekick, played by Anika Noni Rose (the overlooked third girl in Dreamgirls).

Sorry if I seem harsh, but the fact that non-African American black actors - the accomplished crew from the U.K., including Chiwetel Ejiofor (Talk to Me, American Gangster), Sophie Okonedo (The Secret Life of Bees), and Thandie Newton (Norbit, Crash) - have all mastered their "African American" accents while hiding either their African or British ones means that U.S.-based black actors need to try harder. Or, at least, their directors need to demand more (or is it that all black people sound alike to them?).

Granted, I realize that this is indicative of U.S. imperialism, in which the dominance of the American film industry has meant that non-American actors need to master their American-sounding accents while American-born ones don't really have a need to sound like anyone else (with the occasional attempts that white American actors might make at sounding "British" for some prime period piece drama). Still, I am nitpicking because, despite the phony accents, which detracted from my overall enjoyment of this new series, there were glimpses of a promising TV show.

Now, far be it from me to get into those ethnic debates in which various marginalized groups quibble about "authenticity," the kind that we've seen when Asians and Asian-Americans get upset because Chinese actress Zhang Ziyi portrays a Japanese geisha in Memoirs of a Geisha, or when Chicanas and Latinas do battle when Jennifer Lopez is pitted against Salma Hayek to portray Mexican painter Frida Kahlo in Frida (Mexican actress Salma Hayek eventually won that battle). Even worse are the problems that arise when white filmmakers go out of their way to hire "authentic" exotic others, as in the case with Kite Runner and Slumdog Millionaire, in which the child actors involved were suddenly placed in precarious situations in their home towns, for no other reason than that said filmmakers were caught up in featuring the "real Subaltern," rather than hire a brown child actor (preferably from the U.S. or the UK) who would not cause the same problems.

All of these scenarios are caught up in the politics of authenticity, which I'm not big on advocating, precisely because we don't encounter the same kind of racial or ethnic drama when a white actor portrays a different ethnicity or nationality. We barely bat an eyelid when white Australian actors like Hugh Jackman, the late Heath Ledger, Nicole Kidman, or Naomi Watts portray regular white Americans. More than that, we reward white actors all the time for crossing these cultural boundaries - think of recent Oscar winner Kate Winslet, who portrayed this year both a German seductress with a Nazi past and a frustrated New England suburban housewife. Granted, when white actresses cross the racial divide - think Angelina Jolie who portrayed a mixed-race woman from the French Caribbean island of Martinique in A Mighty Heart - issues of authenticity are again raised. But, doesn't this have to do with access and privilege? There are so few roles being imagined for people of color within the Western film industry that when they do pop up, they must be defended at all costs and, yes, reserved for the few people of color participating in the industry.

So, with the politics of authenticity in mind, one would think I'd be super excited to see HBO develop a series based in the southern African country of Botswana and starring an attractive, big-boned black actress like Jill Scott no less. Just from the pilot episode, the African jazz and neo-soul music featured in a number of the scenes earned it mega points in my book. Still, there is the question of representation. There are some accomplished African actresses who come to mind who might have filled this role more convincingly. Like the South African actresses Terry Pheto (who was featured in the Oscar-winning Tsotsi) and Leleti Khumalo (star of Yesterday and Sarafina!).

Again, I have issues with saying that Africans should get first dibs at "African" roles (especially when said African American actors can't do a convincing accent), but since it's obvious that white actors can play any role of any character of European descent around the world with no problem, I don't think it's wise for communities of color to make certain arguments for authenticity. For me, the issue isn't authenticity, as it is about being convincing. A phony accent takes me out of the drama in the most jarring manner.

That said, is there a reason why Jill Scott and Anika Noni Rose couldn't have portrayed a ladies' detective agency somewhere in rural or urban Black America, for example? The drama (and the music) would have been just as cool if the action had been somewhere in rural Georgia or Louisiana, or even up north somewhere, like urban Philly or some other equally nifty chocolate city. Unfortunately, that takes us away from the story itself, which is adapted from the popular novel series by British author Alexander McCall Smith. Which might present another set of issues since we essentially have a story imagined by a white male author with a cast of African Americans playing at being Africans. Is this an example of what both Spivak and Gramsci have described as "American expansionism [using] African-Americans to conquer the African market and the extension of American civilization"?

At the end of the day, do we get a glimpse into the livelihoods of Africans, via a funny, light-hearted yet meaningful, "Miss Marple" type detective story in which African women take charge and address a number of mysteries - from philandering husbands to kidnapped children? Or, are we just getting recycled stereotypes?
Just from the first episode, I can see enough subversive elements in the story to keep me interested in checking this series again. But, good grief! Those accents need to go!

Updated: 3/31/09.

Splash Award


It looks like I've been "splashed" with the Splash Award from Zetta Elliott.  The Splash award is given to alluring, amusing, bewitching, impressive, and inspiring blogs.  When you receive this award, you must:



1. Put the logo on your blog/post.
2.  Nominate up to 9 blogs which allure, amuse, bewitch, impress or inspire you.
3.  Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.
4.  Let them know that they have been splashed by commenting on their blog.
5.  Remember to link to the person from whom you received your Splash award.

So in keeping with this Splash Award meme, I "splash" the following blogs:
1.  What About Our Daughters - for alluring me by always keeping it real with their concerns about black women and the violence (both physical and rhetorical) targeting us.
2.  Michelle Obama Watch - for alluring me, first, with a dynamic layout and impressing me with their spot-on coverage of the coverage surrounding our First Lady.
3.  Flip Flopping Joy - the latest blog from Brownfemipower, who inspires me with her various  reincarnations and reinvention of herself.
4. Professor Zero - for impressing me with her knowledge always.
5.  Black Looks - Sokari's blog, which inspires me with her African Diasporic perspective.
6.  Black Women, Blow the Trumpet - Lisa's blog, which bewitches, amuses, allures, and inspires.
7.  MJ's Big Blog - for amusing me through my forays into American Idol.
8. Black Fire, White Fire - Miriam's blog, which inspires me because she always makes it personal and political.
9.  Fedheads - a blog I recently discovered which definitely informs and inspires.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

The Apocalypse is Upon Us! (At Least at the Movies)

So, here are some interesting summer movies for 2009.

It's the End of the World! Woo hoo!! :)

Movie: 2012 (considering this is only 3 years into the future, this should be all kinds of fun drama)




Movie: Terminator Salvation (ignoring for the moment that this particular "future" - set in 2018 - should have already been overcome back in the '80s with Terminators 1 and 2, at least the special effects and explosions look good!)




Movie: Angels & Demons (I actually preferred this Dan Brown novel to his more popular Davinci Code - if done right, the movie should be a perfect apocalyptic action movie for the intellect; but then, the director is Ron Howard, so I expect enough dumbing down for the masses)




Movie: The Horsemen (as in Book of Revelations "four horsemen" - this could be good, as in Seven good, or it could totally be over-the-top awful!)




Fun times ahead!

Friday, March 27, 2009

Black Histories Series: Revisiting Kara Walker and Hurricane Katrina


Kara Walker emerged on the art scene back in 1995 - three years after the LA riots and around the time of the OJ Simpson trial, to give you all some context - and set the art world ablaze in racial controversy by creating cut-out silhouettes in the style of antebellum American Victorian art while addressing oh so vaguely (and sometimes right in your face) the suppressed rage and titillation of black sexuality in the white imagination. Was it merely recreating racial stereotypes or spinning them on their head (although how images of such slave stereotypes as Uncle Tom, Topsy, and the many braided "negresses" performing sex acts with their white masters and mistresses could be viewed as subversive is itself an issue) the subject is still up for debate.

Less titillating but equally provocative is the moving series Walker created to commemorate Hurricane Katrina by mixing her trademark silhouette art with some choice nineteenth-century paintings from the Metropolitan Museum of Art in a 2006 exhibition, "Kara Walker at the Met: After the Deluge."

See Online Exhibition.


Images: (top) "Cotton Hoards in a Southern Swamp"; (right) "Burn."

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Taking a Stand and the Costs of Higher Education

The American Association of University Professors (AAUP) chapter at Louisiana State University is taking a stand to prevent higher-ups making drastic decisions in higher education in the wake of our economic recession.


I hope other AAUP chapters will consider something similar. Or, at the least, I hope we can seriously discuss what measures should be considered. After all, pay furloughs - that is the deferral of pay - impact different salaried faculty and staff very differently. I don't have to tell you that, an administrator with a six-figured salary missing one pay check in the month is not going to feel that missed paycheck in the way that a staff member or visiting lecturer earning under 40K will definitely be hurting.

And, what about cutting certain administrative offices, or reducing certain high-paid salaries? Or, my favorite, what about forcing your expensive-to-run Sci-Tech college or school to cut their $10-million per month electricity bill by half? See what I'm saying?

It's like a conversation I had with a friend over these issues. Why, when it comes to budget cuts, do higher education institutions look to apply a hatchet and not a scalpel (to quote our esteemed president)? To me, it seems sometimes decisions are made without real common sense driving the initiative. If, for example, I used to love buying fancy coffee at Starbucks, and I would get my special coffee, with the whipped cream and chocolate chips and syrup, which cost me extra, then during budget-crunching times, that would mean I need to get regular coffee without the fancy-smancy stuff. If the whipped cream and chocolate cost me extra, well then, I need to get my coffee without the cream and chocolate.

But that's not how academia works. We will gladly cut out the coffee and have the whipped cream and chocolate chips without realizing that - wait a minute! - this isn't coffee anymore! In a corporatized university, I worry that we'll lose the basic concept of a regular cup of coffee.

Because marginalized programs like Women's Studies and Ethnic Studies are always seen as the first that need to be cut (we've already lost our minority scholarships - hence why I impulsively wrote a big check at my church on Sunday, which is fundraising for college scholarship funds for our young people of color), higher ed never makes truly informed fiscal decisions. Because, yes, I would start with the reduction of a certain college's electricity bill before I targeted graduate students' funding! I don't care how many corporate dollars that college brings in, waste of money is waste of money, and in an economic recession, it's time to reassess the entire budget - not take the opportunity to target those programs, those faculty and staff, and those student funding programs you were never on board with anyway. But, see, that would require thinking of the university as a public and democratized institution and not as some corporate venture.

Somehow, one would think - since Enron crashed and burned back in 2001 and since Wall Street took us all down to hell in a bread basket - that we would have learned this lesson. Not necessarily.

Hence, why unions and other organizations working on behalf of workers need to take a stand and protect all of our interests.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Speaking of Movies...This Trailer is Raising Red Flags

... or maybe it's just me:




Don't know about you, but this trend in Disablexploitation (exploitation of the disabled community in cinema - yeah, I made that word up) needs to be interrogated (and no, I'm not overlooking how the co-stars - Robert Downey, Jr. and Jamie Fox - received critical acclaim playing blackface or playing blind respectively).

Black Histories Series: African American Cinema

From Silent Film:




to Segregation Cinema:


Thursday, March 19, 2009

Why This Season's American Idol is So...Lackluster


I am not impressed. We're already heading into Top 10 week, and I've yet to identify a favorite contestant. And neither have they generated any buzz or excitement in the media. Oh, there might be a bit of a scandal or two (Adam Lambert, but that's only if gay boys showing up in pictures tonguing other guys or wearing women's dresses still shocks you, and if these things do, where have you been this past decade?).

I guess I'm just bored with the show's format and objective. Or, perhaps previous Idol alumni have raised the bar so high - from last year's magical David Archuleta to Season 6's vocally incomparable Melinda Doolittle to Season 3's most prestigiously decorated Jennifer Hudson, and those are the ones who didn't win - this season's crop is woefully out of their league. When we survey the winning circle - the still popular Kelly Clarkson and Carrie Underwood, the soulful vocals of Ruben Studdard, Fantasia and Jordin Sparks, and the most recent winner, the entertaining David Cook - I can't even pinpoint one contestant this year who could evenly match their star quality. Across the board, Season 8's contestants just seem like a whole lot of meh and mediocrity. Even the novelty of vocally talented South Asian American Anoop Desai doesn't come close to the charisma of Season 6's much maligned Sanjaya Malakar - yeah, I said it.

I guess in a sea of nothing-special, I suppose the next best thing is to go by identity politics and root for the black girl. But, see, even there...why? Lil Rounds is good vocally, and I dare say, is a strong contender for the crown this season, but I can't get excited about her. She's no where near the level of vocal mastery that Melinda Doolittle displayed on the show (and, unfortunately, I believe Melinda outclassed the show so much that she has virtually made it impossible for another black female vocalist to be a major contender), nor does she have the "diva" powerhouse style of J-Hud or the emotional gravity of Fantasia. Or, let me put it another way: had Lil Rounds been in the competition Season 3 or Season 6, she wouldn't have even cracked
Top 24.

So, I'm torn about this lack of emotional investment, even for the only black contestant in the Top 10 this season (I believe this is a first! What's going on? Have we lost our edge in this damn competition? We used to dominate these things!). At least, last year, we still had the creative Chikeze and the vocally efficient Syesha Mercado, who was actually good enough - I believe - to have toppled the producers' plans for their highly publicized "Battle of the Davids," but they sabotaged her chances during the Top 3 competition. At least she was competitive enough to have placed third (and I even gave her mad props for being the last girl standing).

Granted, knowing my love for David Archuleta, one could seriously question if Syesha would have still earned my respect had she toppled my favorite contestant. To which I would answer: Yeah, she would! 1) I would have conveniently blamed the producers for sabotaging him with that trite "Longer" song; 2) David would have earned a prestigious spot in the elite circle of AI third-place finishers, which includes such illustrious veterans as the already mentioned Melinda Doolittle, Elliot Yamin, and Kimberly Locke; and 3) I would have been spared the bitterness I felt in watching him lose to his inferior, David Cook, during coronation night. (Oy, the painful memory!)

But, see what I mean? Where's my emotional investment this year? In previous seasons, there was serious emotional investment in who won. You're either fuming silently or chatting online with equally bitter fans as you watch confetti rain down on the undeserved winner, at least from my perspective (like last year). Or, you're busy throwing sofa cushions at your TV screen when your favorite didn't even make the finale (that would be the year Melinda finished third). Or, how about calling up all your friends long distance to see if they too had witnessed the foolishness of seeing future Oscar and Grammy-award winner, Jennifer Hudson, get voted off in 7th place during her season? If Lil Rounds got voted off before her time, I doubt I will be calling up friends or throwing sofa cushions at my TV.

And that's just the contestant side of the show. This fourth judge concept is not working for me. I remember the media tried to drum up some controversy when they quoted Paula Abdul (or misquoted, if you believe Paula's version) as saying that the addition of fourth judge, Kara DioGuardi, disrupts the flow that she, Randy Jackson, and Simon Cowell have established over the years. As usual, the media tried to make it into a "catfight" between the two female judges, but if they were honest with themselves, they would realize that what Paula said (or didn't say) is absolutely true. This Kara person is messing up the flow, and I, personally, cannot stand her. I don't think she's personable, she's trying too hard to make an impression, just so that she can "stand out," she gives off this "mean girl," bitchy vibe (I think it was during that audition with the Bikini Girl when I decided I didn't like Kara - her trying to be catty and then trying to out sing a girl in a bikini - Ugh! Absolutely cannot stand her). She seriously adds nothing to the judge's panel, and I don't care if she's an "industry" person (she's a songwriter who's written for a number of stars).

Finally, this new element of giving the judges' "veto" power - the ability to "save" a contestant with the lowest votes each week - is beyond cruel. As much as I'm not really into any particular contestant this year, I must say that I'm not at all pleased that the only emotions I could muster up this season is pity in witnessing a contestant be put through the grinder waiting during the results show to see if they survived to the next week, only to be told that you're in the bottom three, only to be told you've been voted off, and now being told, once you hear that you've been voted off, that you must sing for your life to give the judges an opportunity to determine if you should be saved for another week. So far, the contestants have performed the desperate dance, and are still told that they won't be saved. That's just cruel!

There has always been an element of cruelty on this show, but this just feels like torture somehow, and that's not the kind of emotional investment I want to make. Maybe all these lame changes are the result of producer Nigel Lithgoe leaving (presumably to focus more on the superior TV competition show, So, You Think You Can Dance). Whatever the case may be, Idol is starting to feel as if it's on its last leg. Which, to me, is not a problem. We already have more Idol alumni out in the entertainment world than we can count, so it's not like we still need to find "the next American Idol." Still, as someone who has followed this show since Season 2, I'd rather see the show go out with a bang, than fade away with a whimper.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

"Corrective" Rape: Violence against South African Lesbians on the Rise

Last Thursday, The Guardian reported that "corrective rapes" against South African lesbians are on the rise. One of the more infamous and heinous cases involved the murder of Eudy Simelane last April, who was gang-raped and fatally stabbed 25 times. Targeted for her sexual orientation, these brutal attacks are viewed as a form of "correction": in short, lesbians are targeted so that they could be "f--- straight."


In 2006, Uganda-born British filmmaker, Lovinsa Kavuma, created a short film, Rape for Who I Am, to call attention to this problem.


Monday, March 16, 2009

Black Histories Series, Part II: Ask Your Mama - 12 Moods of Jazz: A Multimedia Performance

A new multimedia performance celebrates Langston Hughes' poem, "Ask Your Mama: 12 Moods of Jazz."

Here's a snippet:




More Information.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Black Histories Series: Lorraine Hansberry and the Recovery of Our Queer Histories


A day late on my Black Histories series, so I will share an insightful essay, by Kai Wright (shared by Mark Anthony Neal), on the reclamation of famous black playwright,Lorraine Hansberry, author of A Raisin in the Sun, as a lesbian.

Lorraine Hansberry's Gay Politics
by Kai Wright

The thing about history is that you don’t get answers to questions you don’t ask. Sally Hemings was a forgotten slave until Annette Gordon-Reed came along. Black soldiers from the Revolutionary War forward were said to play no meaningful role until black scholars ferreted out the facts. And Lorraine Hansberry had nothing to do with the lesbian liberation movement until 1976, when an editor revealed the playwright’s surprisingly radical correspondence on the subject.

Black gays and lesbians have been erased from our community’s history with surprising thoroughness. March on Washington planner Bayard Rustin labored away on behalf of the greater good for decades while having his own humanity shunted by fellow movement leaders. Duke Ellington’s genius writing partner Billy Strayhorn’s contributions have been profoundly obscured. And many of the artists who peopled the Harlem Renaissance have had their queer lives entirely straight-washed.

It’s a terribly consequential trend because it has left too many black people, straight and gay alike, to believe that sexual shame and silence is a long-standing norm in our community. The opposite is true, and Hansberry is a wonderful example.

Read Essay in Full.

In the same journal, The Root, Henry Louis Gates, Jr. reinterprets her play, A Raisin in the Sun, through the lens of our present mortgage crisis and black homeownership.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

What Ever Happened to Hope?


I'm sure I'm not the only person here who wants to scream:

ENOUGH ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am absolutely sick of the 24/7 news coverage of our economic woes. I'm sick of the low morale that has permeated my job, I'm absolutely sick of the fear mongering, the hopelessness, the despair. This is NOT helping our economy.

The more we wring our hands, the sharper our stocks will drop.

What. Happened. To. Hope??

Hope, that beautiful message President Obama sold us while campaigning last year. Where is it? When is he going to bring it back?

See, I knew we were in trouble when I complained that his Inaugural Address was less than inspiring. It's like, as soon as he was sworn in, at that precise hour, he started in on the "we've got some difficulties ahead, things are going to get worse."

Well, guess what? We know things are awful, but give us something to build on! I want my Hope message back! I want to believe in the "Yes, We Can!" mantra.

Say it with me now:

YES, WE CAN! YES, WE CAN! YES, WE CAN!

Yes, We Can:
- Climb out of this horrendous hole that has been dug for us since Reagonomics of the '80s.
- Climb out of debt
- Build ourselves back into a thriving economy
- Rise up to a vision of the Greater Common Good

We need to believe this! Otherwise, let's just prepare for the Apocalypse. Seriously!

I mean, at this rate, the ancient Mayans' prediction that the world will end on December 22, 2012 is starting to look like something to look forward to! I myself would prefer the Rapture, but to each her own the*logy.

How many people have already been pushed to the suicidal brink?

Nowadays, it's gotten to the point where I just zone out on music or art or movies. At least there is still HOPE when I do!

*ends rant.*

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Shame, Pride, and Woman-as-Nation: My Review of The Reader (Spoilers)


Played in less capable hands, Kate Winslet's Hanna Schmitz (for which she won this year's Best Actress Oscar) would have easily been dismissed as an SS monster or a child predator. Instead, I left the film feeling some sympathy for this character (a far cry from my disgusted reaction I had to the self-absorbed and self-destructive bitchy 1950s suburban housewife she portrayed in Revolutionary Road - a character whom I wanted to throw stuff at, including a copy of Simone DeBeauvoir's The Second Sex, so that she could get over her "suffering").

Bernhard Schlink's The Reader is the kind of book I've avoided reading for no other reason than that my mom kept telling me that I must (and this was well before Oprah discovered it for her book club). Now that I've seen the film adaptation, I'm eager to get my hands on a copy since I'm still processing the movie's message.

Kate Winslet is the celebrated actor here, but I'm actually more impressed with the young handsome actor, David Kross, who convincingly plays the younger version of Michael Berg, a naive yet privileged 15-year-old German kid (that's what Hanna Schmitz calls him: "Kid") who encounters the intriguing 36 year old Hanna in post-WWII Germany when he falls ill. The older woman takes pity on him and helps him find his way home. Out of duty, and his parents' wish that he do the polite thing and thank the stranger for taking pity on him, Michael Berg makes his way back to her humble and dark little apartment. Thus begins their illicit affair, and it would be so easy for us to condemn Hanna Schmitz on this basis alone. Of course, the way Winslet and director Stephen Daldry portray this relationship (replete with steamy sex scenes) doesn't make it so easy to condemn, especially when said older woman gently and tenderly "teaches" young Michael what he needs to do in the bedroom (and it's quite evident that, in his later relationships, he'll know exactly where to find a lady's G-spot but have zero knowledge on how to build a truly intimate and caring relationship, thanks to Hanna's cold and distant, often abusive, interaction with her boy toy).

The only intimacy between older woman and young boy is the request Hanna makes of Michael: that he read to her. Through this communique, reading great literature will take on a fervent erotica and an intriguing tale of power relations. You see, no sooner do they quickly start their inappropriate romance than Hanna disappears without any explanation, leaving Michael with a broken heart and a heightened, romanticized idea of who Hanna was.

This all gets smashed to smithereens when Michael becomes a law student and discovers Hanna Schmitz on trial for her crimes as a Nazi guard. There is the shock of Michael learning something about Hanna's past and, worse, also learning that, while she was a guard in a concentration camp, she singled out prisoners to read to her. Eventually, Michael (and the audience) will learn something about Hanna Schmitz (for which she bears a great deal of shame and pride), and there is a poetic justice in considering that, due to the literacy and written word of a Holocaust survivor, Hanna could even be brought to trial to account for her sins - revealed in a survivor's memoir about her ordeal.

I'm not going to reveal too much more of the plot since this is a film that needs to be appreciated as events are slowly revealed. I will say that I wasn't as impressed with the older version of Michael (played by Ralph Fiennes who I'm sorry to say hasn't been sexy since his cruel portrayal of Amon Goethe in Schindler's List - yeah, I said it - and who hasn't been exciting since his very fun role in Kathryn Bigelow's Strange Days opposite Angela Bassett). I mean, isn't he tired of playing a cold supercilious fish?

And what was with that slight hint of antisemitism - yeah, I said that too! - toward the end, when a much aged and subdued Michael visits a wealthy descendant of Holocaust victims in her swanky Manhattan penthouse (we know of her "Jewishness" by the menorah placed on a mantle - one of many objects in her artsy decorated suite)? The point was made in which Hanna, at the time of her death in 1988 (not too long before the Berlin Wall will come down), has in her possession some $7,000 that she wishes to bequeath to a surviving family member of one of her victims. This inheritor of the Holocaust "obviously" has no need for Hanna's pre-Euro currency money - so the point is made (as if we should ever forget all the Jewish possessions stolen by the Nazis - which to me is the deeper point in seeing this New York apartment, which recreates the "memory" of what was lost). Not to mention that the fact Michael must travel to America to find a "survivor," rather than make amends to someone living in Germany, should hit home for all of us that the Nazis did triumph in ridding the country of its Jewish population (a point historian Gerda Lerner makes in Why History Matters when she remarks on the tiny population of Jews who still live in Germany, Poland, or Austria - the countries where the Holocaust happened).

Indeed, how do we make amends for history? And what does Hanna Schmitz have to do with Woman-as-Nation? Curiously, I see her as a metaphor for Germany that the young Michael learns to love with all his patriotic and passionate fervor - until he discovers the atrocities the Nation committed, which requires that he reconcile with this shameful past and find ways to reclaim what is good. He does so by reclaiming the passion they found with each other - the power of the written word. It is both a source of pride and shame.

International Women's Day 2009


Today is International Women's Day. Think Globally, Act Locally!

Image: "Balance," from The World Wall, mural by Judy Baca, 1991.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Black Histories Series: A Bit of "Hip-Hop Herstory"

Because I have a student who's always getting "dissed" for daring to do her thesis on the subject of "hip-hop herstory," I thought I would show some support for her work (and some old school fun!) in this Lurker Friday/Black Histories post.

During the earlier years of 1980s hip hop, women who rapped did so because the brothers were saying something sexist or just plain wrongheaded (has anything really changed, except perhaps the stifling of such "diss" records that used to be so much fun to listen to on urban radio back in the day?). That's how Roxanne Shante entered the scene in 1984 when she "dissed" UTFO's hit record "Roxanne, Roxanne," thus ushering what's been called hip-hop feminism. Not long after, Salt-N-Pepa launched their careers with a similar "diss" to Doug E. Fresh and Slick Rick's 1985 hit record, "The Show," with their 1986 "The Showstopper."

Thus began an important legacy of women in hip hop, and as tribute, I bring you some cool You Tube videos documenting their musical contributions.


Roxanne's Revenge:



A response to "Roxanne Roxanne":



Salt n Pepa's "Showstopper":



A response to "The Show":



The most popular "diss" record since these times, as far as I know (because I don't always get access to underground hip hop) is Sarah Jones' spoken word "Your Revolution" from 1999, for which she received an FCC fine for obscenity.



Of course, any similar records or spoken word in this vein that are more recent, I'd love to find, so just let me know where to find them! I'd like to know we're keeping a bit of this feminist history alive. :)

Monday, March 2, 2009

How We Talk about Domestic Violence: Pathetic! is the Short Version


Now that rumors are flying of Rihanna reuniting with Chris Brown, as is typical, the "blame the victim" vitriol is in abundance.  We'd rather talk about the individuals involved than discuss the problem.

In the previous decade, journalist Elizabeth Mendez Berry gave us an expose on domestic violence in the hip-hop community with her VIBE article, "Love Hurts."  Now, in the wake of Chris Brown and Rihanna, Berry offers us an update with her latest reflections.  (htp Mark Anthony Neal)

Image: "Hollow Eyes" by Salamishah Tillet, from A Long Walk Home, exploring survivors of sexual violence.



Sunday, March 1, 2009

Looking at Africa: Engaging Women's Lives

It's been three days, and I'm still angry.  I'm referring to an effort that I made in helping out two students of color in my department (Women's Studies) launch a film series that would focus on women in global perspective.  Last week, they decided to showcase Lisa Jackson's film, The Greatest Silence: Rape in the Congo (remember that moment last April when many of us blogged on the problem of the Congolese war and the rape epidemic that emerged in its wake?). Only 10 people showed up - all, with the exception of a Latina and a white female student who does research on African women, were black women.  

When I decided to find out from one of my colleagues why there was such a lack of interest, she told me the subject was too dark and it simply reinforced stereotypes of African women's victimization.  I told her that these particular students who organized the series wanted an opportunity to watch and critique films that focused on women of color, and why was it so wrong for them to try and engage the subject? The response: "Is this really what Women's Studies is all about?" The implication: no wonder we are so vulnerable in this climate of economic recession and budget cuts when all we want to talk about is how victimized women are, especially in Africa.

Well, I showed up (the only faculty to do so), and the students of color in attendance were angry about who didn't show up.  So angry, in fact, that they were much too eager to vilify the white female filmmaker, Lisa Jackson, who offered the Congolese rape victims nail polish to make them "feel better" about their experiences while they were in hospital getting treated for the fistula problem that resulted from the vicious attacks they experienced.  Fortunately, as the faculty member in the room, I helped them see her role as a filmmaker in giving voice to a previously silenced group of women.  Despite the flaws of the film, Lisa Jackson let her medium serve as an empowering space in which women theorized about their oppression and placed their experience in global perspective.

To me, this was so effective that the audience eventually linked what was going on to the global economy and our present-day economic meltdown.  It was quite useful for us to connect the dots and consider how this rape epidemic in the Congo is a direct result of a global economic praxis that has led not only to the rape and pillaging of the African continent but also to the rape and pillaging of our economic system over here.

This is why we have film series and similar events - especially during Black History and Women's History months.  Yet, when nobody shows up to demonstrate they have an interest in such subjects, people tend to get a little pissed. And, yes, the women of color in the audience were livid that the white women in our department stayed away.  

If they had at first considered becoming majors and pursuing degrees in our discipline - now at a point when we need to increase our student enrollment since, without students, we become vulnerable and easy targets in the eyes of administrators - they certainly won't now. And I'm really angry because we blew it.  It wasn't enough to just showcase an event highlighting the lives of women of color, we need to demonstrate with our presence that we're not just giving lip service to the idea that we're inclusive.  Especially when it's clear that we're not and will continue to marginalize women of color. The students of color organizers feel so demoralized, they might not bother to promote the rest of the series! 

The day after that film series premiere, I went to get my hair braided. My hair dresser is from Sierra Leone, and usually, she's always got one of her "Nollywood" videos on (those are films made in West African countries like Nigeria and Ghana). Nollywood 
movies, much like Bollywood, are very melodramatic and last for a couple of hours (which is why they make for good viewing when one is getting one's hair braided).  I was watching a movie called Soul of a Maiden, and the drama is quite gripping.  A prince wants to defy "tradition" (a typical plot in many of
 these movies) to marry the woman he loves - revealed to him when he had an opportunity to observe her virtuous qualities - rather than the woman who has been selected for him (in the "tradition" of selecting the best dancer in a display of pomp and bedecked virgins dancing before the royal court in a rural village). 

Nollywood movies have a lot in common with "Chitlin Circuit" theater and movies, except they are ten times more complex and hardly one-dimensional.  Oh, the drama is usually the same -thwarted love, crime, betrayal, etc. - but there is often a dash of shocking brutality that is not so easy to pinpoint as "African savagery."  First of all, these are Africans looking at themselves, so when they critique violence in their stories, it's based on a universal reflection of how to preserve what is good in one's culture without reproducing the evil that comes with it.  My problem, having watched a number of these films, is the undercurrent of misogyny that exists since it's usually a woman who is the villain and the culprit.  In Soul of a Maiden, after the woman who was selected for the prince is roundly rejected when he discovers that she is not the virgin she pretended to be (so many levels, so many levels for critique!), she decides to thwart the chances of the woman he loves by setting her up to be raped. 

Duuuude!  The horror of the story is, once the king discovers that the prince's fiancee belongs to a particular caste viewed as "outcasts," the king goes along with the plan, which gets even more horrific when they encounter a tribe that is willing to murder her to fulfill a ritual that requires the sacrifice of a virgin.  

After much convoluted turn of events take place, you will be pleased to know our heroine is saved, but she and her prince do not get together. She has decided, after all that has taken place, that they could not be together.  She leaves her village, and the prince decides to live abroad, not having reconciled with what his father has tried to do.  

Now, I know better than to think if the film series showcased this film in lieu of The Greatest Silence, we would probably have the same number of people show up to see this movie.  But, I do think of the charge leveled against the organizers - "why must we continue to highlight African women's victimization?"

I'd be happy to engage such a question if we also asked the same thing about white people's victimization when we watch movies like No Country for Old Men, Revolutionary Road, The Reader, The Dark Knight, and any horror flick that comes out for that matter.  Placing Soul of a Maiden alongside The Greatest Silence: Rape in the Congo, I see victimization AND I see women's agency.  Mostly, I see African women at the center of these films, which means focusing on their concerns and their perspectives.

It's Women's History Month, and I'd like to think all women are included in our celebration.  I especially hope that we have enough of a community to appreciate the efforts our students of color make to shape and be included in Women's Studies.