One of the most common hassles that mixed-folks have to deal with is a sense of “hybrid-vigor,” an idea that breeding across difference, as in the case with dogs, creates a stronger, and more attractive breed. Mules are said to have the strength of a horse with the intelligence of a donkey, inheriting each parent’s best characteristics. Even “America’s Next Top Model” tries to recruit models from “diverse backgrounds,” because of this idea of hybrid vigor and mixed-beauty.
Now, I understand that folks of color tend to be unwilling to identify with animals because of the intertwined legacies of racism and specieism in this world. I’ve spent some time thinking about what an anti-specieist analysis of the use of animal-derived terms to refer to mixed-folks would look like. I’m no biologist, but my conclusion has come to this:
Horses and donkeys are different species. Hell, dogs breeds are even called “species.” In the case of mules, their parents are different enough that together they can’t create a functional reproductive system; mules can’t bare offspring. Mixed-breed dogs might be able to reproduce, but a Chihuahua giving birth to a Great Dane’s offspring might not be so functional, if even possible. Humans, however, are Homo sapiens. Using animal names referring to mixed-SPECIES animals to refer to mixed-”race” people just becomes another example of the ways in which white supremacy functions to perpetuate a white-washed notion of worth and value. It’s you’re not human, you’re not valuable. If you’re not white, you’re not quite as human.
Just another instance of how specieism and racism operate in tandum, I suppose.
by Special Correspondent Nadra Kareem
As the U.S. launched its specious war on terrorism, George Bush wrangled away another presidential election, a stunned nation took in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina and miraculously a biracial senator from Illinois rose to prominence, the absence of one of the music scene’s most influential voices has been sorely missed. Nasal but vitriolic, guttural but lucid, that voice taught me that “anger is a gift” and to cry to the powers that be, “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me.”
If you’re still in the dark about the voice in question, it belongs to former Rage Against the Machine front man Zack de la Rocha.
The group, a rap-rock hybrid with socially conscious lyrics, split in 2000 over musical and personal differences. Guitarist Tom Morello, whose life parallels Barack Obama’s in a way that’s uncanny,* wanted to take the group in a more rock-oriented direction, while de la Rocha sought to explore hip-hop, electronica and other music styles. For fans of de la Rocha, the past eight years have left a tremendous void.
The remaining members of Rage Against the Machine went on to form Audioslave with former Soundgarden singer Chris Cornell, but, with the exception of a single called “March of Death,” we’ve heard little from de la Rocha. There were rumors that he’d recorded hundreds of tracks, but perfectionism kept him from releasing them. Other rumors indicated that de la Rocha had become a recluse or—gasp!—had been fatally gunned down. When Rage Against the Machine reunited at the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival in California last year, the second bunch of rumors were obviously put to bed. But, because none of the dozens of tracks de la Rocha had supposedly recorded on his own were being released, questions lingered about his solo project. Was it ever to be released? Was there really a solo project at all? Continue reading
by Latoya Peterson
It is with great pleasure that I am able to introduce you to the two newest additions to the Racialicious team!
Our first new correspondent is the fabulous Thea Lim, who I shamelessly harassed to write for our blog until she finally gave in and became part of the team!
Thea Lim lives in Toronto where she does communication work for a not-for-profit women’s health advocacy group, and tries to convince people to read her novel, The Same Woman. Her writing has been published by Second Story Press, the Utne Reader, and Canadian Woman Studies/les cahier de la femme and she helped establish the Shameless Magazine blog. In January she is moving to Houston to do her MFA, and she has a soft spot for Ne-Yo.
Our second fabulous addition has a very special job. I will expand upon the reason for this in the Editrix Letter, but AJ Plaid has the distinction of being Racialicious’ first Sexual Correspondent.
Andrea (AJ) Plaid runs The Cruel Secretary, where she blogs about race, gender, and sex. She’s also a contributor at Michelle Obama Watch. Sex has served as a leitmotif throughout her life ever since she saw her late father’s porn magazine collection at a young age.
Andrea has written about HPV, African-Americans and vegetarianism, and her hometown’s artist scene for various publications. She’s written reviews about DVDs concerning sex and sexualities for the Library Journal. She has been quoted in the Washington Post and Chicago Tribune regarding the decline of the NAACP, African Americans’ protectiveness toward Senator Barack Obama, and the rift between white feminists and feminists of color in defending Michelle Obama against racist and sexist media attacks. Andrea was born, reared, and received her liberal arts degree. concentrating on Women’s Studies, in Ohio. She obtained a master’s degree in librarianship, where she wrote an independent study about founding and maintaining a sex-positive library, in Boston, MA. She currently lives and dances salsa in Brooklyn, NY.
Please help me welcome Thea and Andrea to the team!
by Guest Contributor Mimi, originally published at Threadbared
While the Gossip isn’t in my regular rotation (there’s always something about the production value of their albums that throws me), Beth Ditto’s ascension as a fearlessly fat and femme style icon is on my radar for sure. There’s much to be said about Beth Ditto, fat and fashion, but the above photograph from Ditto’s eight-page editorial in NYLON’s recent music issue is about none of these things for me.
It’s about the woman who may or may not be a real housekeeper at the motel at which this editorial was photographed, sitting on the edge of the bed with a handful of cards and gazing at Ditto with a weary but guarded expression. In the story that coalesces for me, studying this photograph, she has just been forced to play cards with a guest — not because she wants to, but because she could lose her job if she doesn’t. Nor does the game even feel like a break from her domestic labor; this sort of affective labor is no less taxing. In her mind (in the story I imagine about this editorial), she calculates how much longer she’ll have to stay and clean in order to meet her day’s quota.
But none of this is supposed to be visible (or even viable) in the photograph. We are not meant to consider her story. (And I’m made uncomfortable by my own attempt to “give” her an interior life.) Instead, the woman of color in her drab housekeeper’s uniform is simply another part of the furnishing in this bland motel room. She is banished as mere and muted background, the better to illuminate Ditto’s extraordinary excess of shine and glamor. For that reason, this editorial photograph both angers and saddens me.
Much has been written about the uses of people of color as part of the landscape in fashion editorials. (See, for just a small sample, Make Fetch Happen‘s disgust for colonial chic, Racialicious’ archive on fashion, or bell hooks’ canonical essay “Eating the Other”). This cliché includes “exotic” locales and touristic images of the “natives,” who wear clothes and other adornment that are imagined as traditional and time-bound. (In Viet Nam, a frequent setting, these might be so-called pajamas and conical hats; in the often-undifferentiated Africa, also a regular landscape, loincloths and face paint). The deliberate contrast between these figures (native and model) is arranged along a spectrum of race, but also time and space. The Vietnamese, the African, the Peruvian, are imagined to live at a temporal and geographic distance from the modern, and implicitly Western, woman who might wear these fashionable clothes. The compulsion to return to this scene, through which the natives in their deindividuating garb serve to highlight the cosmopolitanism, the expressive and unique sense of self, of the woman who wears (or at least covets) Prada, reveals much about the continuing investments of fashionable discourses to an inheritance of colonial regimes of power and knowledge. It is a fantasy, yes, but no less powerful for being so.
What is happening here is no less committed to this uneven distribution. Continue reading
by Guest Contributor Jessica Yee, originally published at The Shameless Blog
This story actually made me cry.
Five year old Adriel Arocha is being blocked from attending school in a Houston-area school district.
As an Apache, he has long hair that he has been growing in his Native cultural tradition that “violates” this school’s dress code rules.
The kicker though is that the school board is willing to make exceptions on religious or other “proven” moral grounds, but doesn’t think that being Native American cuts it. Continue reading
- “Ever since I wrote that article about people of color and the Fat Acceptance movement, I’ve been thinking more about what it is I’d like to see the white members of the FA community do to start working towards a truly intersectional analysis and fram
Thank you to the following readers: Joseph, Marge Twain. I appreciated the well wishes especially since you were the only two readers who chose to do so. (And thanks to the rest of the Racialicious team.) As for the rest of you, I see how it is.
* I did not have a chance to read all the comments but I saw enough. Big thank you to the correspondents for stepping in to moderate with no guidance as Carmen and I were both unable to keep a close eye on the blog. However, some things that got through are not cool. I will allow it all to stand, but for those of y’all who were cutting up – don’t get comfortable. Gendered slurs aimed at women? Blatantly regurgitating stereotypes? Rejecting someone’s credibility based solely on racial categorization? Oh no, no, no. That’s not how we roll and most of you should know that.
* I had to drag myself to New York over the weekend and was rewarded – I finally got my hands on a copy of Vogue Italia. Write up and analysis later this week.
* I am also heading to Rock the Bells this afternoon. I am going to probably be wiped afterwards, so here’s how this week is looking: Posting will probably be light, as I have a week’s worth of email in my inbox, a week’s worth of posts to review, and a couple pieces to finish. (I am afraid to think of what my day job inbox looks like.) After this week, we’ll be back tor our regular schedule.
- “[A] lot of CBC members are in fact in favor of banning menthol, many because of the fact that it disproportionately kills black people.”
- “According to a report by activist site Toward Freedom, for the past decade the search for a rare metal necessary in the manufacturing of Sony’s Playstation 2 game console has fueled a brutal conflict in the Democratic Republic of Congo.”
- “Lucy Liu will give voice to Sio, a beautiful, seductive and sadistic mastermind plotting to destroy Afro Samurai.”
- “For the past year, I have researched, read and conducted several interviews on this topic for the “Black in America” series. Producing a segment on the low marriage rates in black America was not without its challenges.”