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Ironically, there is a certain privilege conferred on white/male/well off/heterosexual people just by TALKING about our privilege. We get lotsa cred for it. As if it were such a huge and momentous thing to acknowledge something that shapes our entire existence. When white people talk about privilege, they get the spotlight. It enacts the same power dynamic that our politicized spaces claim to oppose. The fact that people can treat “dealing with your privilege” as if it were some kind of burden - some kind of OPPRESSION - is pretty absurd and insulting to people actually dealing with being on the bottom end of structural violence. No wonder so many activists of color are sick of hearing white kids gripe about “dealing with their privilege.” Serious questions of intent need to be raised. Are we talking about this stuff because we actually want to deal with it or are we talking about it because we want our cultural sensitivity to be validated? Do we just want to prove to ourselves that we are not racist?
As recently as 1995, a judge overseeing a child-custody case in Texas told a woman that speaking only Spanish at home constituted abuse of her daughter. Little has changed in the ensuing decade. Today, some people still think being asked to press ‘one’ for English is the most egregious inconvenience in the world — as if stood prima facie as an example of oppression.
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Whenever I see photos like the one above, a part of me is led to believe  that young white photographers are desperately consumed with  acknowledging and representing their sexual, intimate lives in a way  that many young people of other races do not (or do not appear to do).  Meaning, when I see a photo of this, the two individuals almost always  look like the two individuals in any of the other hundreds of thousands  of photos that show two young people kissing or having sex. It is an  apparent aesthetic that I have to wrap my head around but one that I  can’t help but think about because I see it everywhere, all of the time,  especially on Tumblr.
If we are increasingly becoming a visual culture,  what does it mean when the aesthetics of these images are used to  represent what it means to be young and sexual? There is a freedom  inherent in these photographs that I can’t identify with, yet I yearn to  do so. They remind me of the alternative, yet aspirational youth in  many of Ryan McGinley’s photographs.
They also remind me of the sexual  issues that I face as a young Black woman. Unlike women my age of other  races, the number one killer of African-American women ages 25-34 is  HIV/AIDS, and I have to largely consider whether or not my sexual choices will turn me into another statistic or if I will be able to live another day HIV/AIDS-free. This differs from many of my white female friends who more frequently admit to a fear of pregnancy than a life-threatening STD. There is, not entirely but significantly, a presence of  weariness that comes to being young and sexual and Black and female.  That is not to say that the “bliss” of such photos can’t be achieved by  people with HIV/AIDS. Rather, I wonder what thoughts would arise in me  if the figures in these photos were altered. Would I still think of “the  beauty of youth,” or “freedom,” or “healthy sexual relationship” if the  woman was Black, or if both the woman and the man were Black?
(Photo by Martien Mulder, a Dutch photographer based in New York. From Dossier)

This is my thesis. The heavy usage of white bodies for this aesthetic because they are perceived as culturally neutral, while bodies of color are sexually “marked” in ways that do not easily lend them to this type of expression.

ihatethismess:

lams:

britticisms:

Whenever I see photos like the one above, a part of me is led to believe that young white photographers are desperately consumed with acknowledging and representing their sexual, intimate lives in a way that many young people of other races do not (or do not appear to do). Meaning, when I see a photo of this, the two individuals almost always look like the two individuals in any of the other hundreds of thousands of photos that show two young people kissing or having sex. It is an apparent aesthetic that I have to wrap my head around but one that I can’t help but think about because I see it everywhere, all of the time, especially on Tumblr.

If we are increasingly becoming a visual culture, what does it mean when the aesthetics of these images are used to represent what it means to be young and sexual? There is a freedom inherent in these photographs that I can’t identify with, yet I yearn to do so. They remind me of the alternative, yet aspirational youth in many of Ryan McGinley’s photographs.

They also remind me of the sexual issues that I face as a young Black woman. Unlike women my age of other races, the number one killer of African-American women ages 25-34 is HIV/AIDS, and I have to largely consider whether or not my sexual choices will turn me into another statistic or if I will be able to live another day HIV/AIDS-free. This differs from many of my white female friends who more frequently admit to a fear of pregnancy than a life-threatening STD. There is, not entirely but significantly, a presence of weariness that comes to being young and sexual and Black and female. That is not to say that the “bliss” of such photos can’t be achieved by people with HIV/AIDS. Rather, I wonder what thoughts would arise in me if the figures in these photos were altered. Would I still think of “the beauty of youth,” or “freedom,” or “healthy sexual relationship” if the woman was Black, or if both the woman and the man were Black?

(Photo by Martien Mulder, a Dutch photographer based in New York. From Dossier)

This is my thesis. The heavy usage of white bodies for this aesthetic because they are perceived as culturally neutral, while bodies of color are sexually “marked” in ways that do not easily lend them to this type of expression.