I had the honour of interviewing Dr Kimberlé Williams Crenshaw last week whilst she was in London- her work has been instrumental in pioneering and honing intersectional thought, filling in the gaps where black women have been forgotten.
I wrote on the annual Million Women Rise march on International Women’s Day, for Feminist Times
I was interviewed by Digital Women UK on all things related to gender, race, and digital media
The Guardian listed me as one of the 30 people under 30 doing exciting things with digital media
Finally, I took part in a panel discussion on feminism and privilege at Women of the World Festival at London’s Southbank Centre. You can watch it below:
A guide on how to deal with being a black feminist, for Dazed and Confused magazine
On the difference between equality and liberation, for openDemocracy
Finally, I’ve been neglecting this blog of late- it always seems that my blog gets shunted down my list of priorities in favour of paid gigs. But last week, a topic was playing heavily on my mind. I had to get it off my chest. Most importantly, it had to be published on this blog, free from anyone’s editing but mine. That piece was this – Why I’m no longer talking to white people about race.
I’m no longer engaging with white people on the topic of race. Not all white people, just the vast majority who refuse to accept the legitimacy of structural racism and its symptoms. I can no longer engage with the gulf of an emotional disconnect that white people display when a person of colour articulates our experiences. You can see their eyes shut down and harden. It’s like treacle is poured into their ears, blocking up their ear canals like they can no longer hear us.
This emotional disconnect is the conclusion of living a life oblivious to the fact that their skin colour is norm and all others deviate from it. At best, white people have been taught not to mention that people of colour are ‘different’ in case it offends us. They truly believe that the experiences of their life as a result of their skin colour can and should be universalised. I just can’t engage with the bewilderment and the defensiveness as they try to grapple with the fact that not everyone experiences the world in the way that they do. They’ve never had to think about what it means, in power terms, to be white- so any time they’re vaguely reminded of this fact; they interpret it as an affront. The journey towards understanding structural racism still requires people of colour to prioritise white feelings. Their eyes glaze over in boredom or widen in indignation. Their mouths start twitching as they get defensive. Their throats open up as they try to interrupt, itching to talk over you but not really listen, because they need to let you know that you’ve got it wrong.
Even if they can hear you, they’re not really listening. It’s like something happens to the words as they leave my mouth and reach their ears. The words hit a barrier of denial and they don’t get any further.
That’s the emotional disconnect. It’s not really surprising, because they’ve never known what it means to embrace a person of colour as a true equal, with thoughts and feeling that are as valid as their own. Watching The Color of Fear by Lee Mun Wah, I saw people of colour break down in tears as they struggled to convince a defiant white man that his words were enforcing and perpetuating a white racist standard on them. All the while he stared obliviously, completely confused by this pain, at best trivialising it, at worst ridiculing it.
I’ve written before about this white denial being the ubiquitous politics of race that operates on its inherent invisibility. So I can’t talk to white people about race anymore because of the consequential denials, awkward cartwheels and mental acrobatics that they display when this is brought to their attention. Who really wants to be alerted to a structural system that benefits them at the expense of others?
I can no longer have this conversation, because we’re often coming at it from completely different planes. I can’t have a conversation with them about the details of a problem if they don’t even recognise that the problem exists. Worse still is the white person who might be willing to entertain the possibility of said racism, but still thinks we enter this conversation as equals. We don’t.
Not to mention that entering into conversation with defiant white people is a frankly dangerous task for me. As the heckles rise and the defiance grows, I have to tread incredibly carefully, because if I express frustration, anger, or exasperation at their refusal to understand, they will tap into their pre-subscribed racist tropes about angry black people who are a threat to them and their safety. It’s very likely that they’ll then paint me as a bully or an abuser. It’s also likely that their white friends will rally round them, rewrite history and make the lies the truth. Trying to engage with them and navigate their racism is not worth that.
Amidst every conversation about Nice White People feeling silenced by conversations about race, there is a sort of ironic and glaring lack of understanding or empathy for those of us who have been visibly marked out as different for our entire lives, and live the consequences. It’s truly a lifetime of self-censorship that people of colour have to live. The options are: speak your truth and face the reprisal, or bite your tongue and get ahead in life. It must be a strange life, always having permission to speak and feeling indignant when you’re finally asked to listen. It stems from white people’s never questioned entitlement, I suppose.
I cannot continue to emotionally exhaust myself trying to get this message across, whilst also toeing a very precarious line that tries not to implicate any one white person in their role of perpetuating structural racism, lest they character assassinate me.
So I’m no longer talking to white people about race. I don’t have a huge amount of power to change the way the world works, but I can set boundaries. I can halt the entitlement they feel towards me and I’ll start that by stopping the conversation. The balance is too far swung in their favour. Their intent is often not to listen or learn, but to exert their power, to prove me wrong, to emotionally drain me, and to rebalance the status quo. I’m not talking to white people about race unless I absolutely have to. If there’s something like a media or conference appearance that means that someone might hear what I’m saying and feel less alone, then I’ll participate. But I’m no longer dealing with people who don’t want to hear it, wish to ridicule it and frankly, don’t deserve it.
On the political context of skin bleaching creams for Feminist Times
Breaking down the definition of white feminism for OpenDemocracy
I also had the pleasure of being featured in this write up on digital feminism in Dazed and Confused magazine. It’s a wonderful piece that interviews lots of different women- you can still grab the magazine in newsagents until mid February. It has 12 Years a Slave actress Lupita Nyong’o on the front cover and I’m a little bit over the moon to be sharing print space with her.
Last week I took part in an interview with performance artist Mark McGowan, better known on the internet as the Artist Taxi Driver. I was was really keen to take part as I’ve been watching his videos for years. We chatted about privilege, power, politics and common ground. You can see my interview below:
As always, don’t read the comments.
On new year’s eve, I took part in a BBC Woman’s Hour debate on the year in feminism- listen back here (it’s the first item).
I also wrote a follow up post about my experience on the programme for black feminists.
Happy new year, and, if you’re an email subscriber- thank you for supporting my writing in 2013!