Anger shot up my body like a hot thermometer. Face flushed, I walked to the Mammy sphinx. Couples posed in front of it, smiling as others took their photos. So here it was, an artwork about how Black people’s pain was transformed into money was a tourist attraction for them. A few weeks ago, I had gone to the 9/11 museum and no one, absolutely no one, posed for smiling pictures in front of the wreckage. I caught the eye of the few people of color, we talked and shook our heads at the jokey antics of white visitors. We felt invisible, and our history was too. It stung us and we wanted to leave. I forced myself to go the backside of the statue and saw there what I expected to see, white visitors making obscene poses in front of the ass and vulva of the Subtlety. A heavy sigh fell out me. Don’t they see that this about rape? I muttered as another visitor stuck out his tongue. - Nicholas Powers, Why I Yelled at the Kara Walker Exhibit Man..... Just reading that was triggering.. :/ Really does reaffirm my intuitive meh in having faith in certain folk.... Cause theyre actions tell on them about who they really are.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 20:47:22 +0000
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