In the New York Times, poet and professor Claudia Rankine says, “Though the white liberal imagination likes to feel temporarily bad about black suffering, there really is no mode of empathy that can replicate the daily strain of knowing that as a black person you can be killed for simply being black . . . . Dead blacks are a part of normal life here. Dying in ship hulls, tossed into the Atlantic, hanging from trees, beaten, shot in churches, gunned down by the police or warehoused in prisons: Historically, there is no quotidian without the enslaved, chained or dead black body to gaze upon or to hear about or to position a self against.”
‘The Condition of Black Life Is One of Mourning’ by Claudia Rankine
by lindaoppenheim | Jun 25, 2015 | Article | 0 comments