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Saturday, 2 November 2019

Kara Walker No/ Kara Walker Yes/ Kara Walker Maybe


After what I can only describe as a disturbed introduction to Kara Walkers silhouette work, I thought of history and whose stories get told and retold, and whose story is lost to time. I thought about audience, who in her wider work is she pandering to? Is her work in the same line as alligator bait art or does it fall in the column of liberation art to some extent? 

Her silhouettes depict images of decapitated heads, rape, and violence, when I first saw these images I was overcome with emotion so tense, it ricocheted from within me - words would minimise how intense it was - what followed was disgust and horror, but to whom were these directed to? Was it the art itself or was it because this was a reflection of a sometimes forgotten past. To my surprise I settled on something akin to pride, as I acknowledged the resilience necessary to survive the scenes she depicted. 

Kara's gift to the heart of empire, Fons Americanus stands tall and regal. The sheer size of it stops you and demands you take it all in. I thought about the use of the term negress, the use is peculiar as it is not a 'reclaimed' term but the use is justifiable because this is a gift to empire and empire is white. 

The fountain depicts a hyper visible yet invisible black woman with a slit throat and lactating breasts, underneath that an array of scenes from an empty noose to an army general, a jovial queen Victoria and a man who appears to be pleading as he knees and below that is a snorkelled black woman swimming in shark infested waters to a hapless man who seems to have been completely overcome by the reality of his dangers. This allegory felt like her silhouettes in a larger than life form, the interconnectedness of the seeming unconnected. 

This had me thinking of how white brits engage with British history, unlike American history that is tarnished by the legacy of slavery, brits are largely disconnected from the true horror of empire, to many the idea is 'to leave it alone and move on' (05:30 - 06: 02). 

Part of point of the work is to never forget, and England has a way of coming off Scot free when it comes to the reality and critique of empire across the world. Slavery merely a skimmed through period in history classes.
With the limited understanding of the horrors of empire very few white British spectators would digest the piece in its entire depth. Would they have better digested the piece if the throat bleed red and milk flowed from the bosom?
African American and African history is riddled in violence. A violence only we can fully fathom, we are able to comprehend the horrors of racial history because of the horrors of present day. And through the spilt blood, the silent tears and milk still we rise. 

It's a yes Kara Walker from me.



Ps. You could argue that because of how white audiences engage with the piece - selfies and throwing pennies into it- further implicates them in the commodification of black experiences. This is done throughout history from when lynchings were a family spectacle and people would take their family to the human zoos where the black experience was viewed without deep acknowledgement and deeper detachment. Kara Walker is art in which the white slave masters are depicted as they were. 

Sunday, 28 April 2019

Isms, Phobias and Us

'Well to be honest I voted Brexit because I have had enough of the immigrants, she says this nonchalantly as she sips her tea. Milky, one sugar, as the rest of the group grunts in agreement, the conversation moves to detailed talk of immigrants coming for their jobs, schools and what have you. It's at this point I can't help but roll my eyes in frustration.  

This essentially is a safe space, a place where trans, and questioning people can come for support, and to socialise. Imagine a young black second generation person desperately looking for a safe space walking into that. 

Its undeniable that racism is as British as beans on toast, Islamophobia, homophobia and sexism as British as chicken tikka masala.  
Why we act shocked, flabbergasted bamboozled, when we find out that trans women of colour are at the worse end of anti trans violent sentiment is beyond me.

The lack of UK statistics and studies concerning trans people and particularly trans people of colour, means we relay extensively on figures produced in the USA as a starting point, both countries are built on structural and systematic racism, its safe to assume the findings will not differ drastically. 

While the details of individual cases aren't always readily available, the intersections of race, gender, sexual identity and transphobia conspire to deprive trans people access to employment, housing, healthcare and other necessities, this coupled with reports of islamaphobia and racism in trans spaces, people of colour will join groups and not last long within them, isolating them further.

My friends of colour can go into detailed analysis of the systematic racism and my queer identifying friends can speak candidly of the homophobia in straight places and how they feel this limits them. However whenever we speak of the injustices faced by trans women and especially black trans women all the aforementioned groups act as though their homophobia, racism and bigotry do not push these women to the barren outlands of society.  

When 49% of a population group reports having contemplated suicide and 41% of the same group reporting homelessness at what point does the urgency for action come into play. According to a 2018 USA study in conjunction with National LGBTQ Taskforce the National centre for Transgender Equality.