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“Sylvia Wynter, circa 1972.
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i dug this photo up from the institute of the black world archives (at the schomburg center) in 2010. i was wynter’s research assistant at the time. i lived then, as now, in oakland, california, and three...

lowendtheory:

Sylvia Wynter, circa 1972.

i dug this photo up from the institute of the black world archives (at the schomburg center) in 2010. i was wynter’s research assistant at the time. i lived then, as now, in oakland, california, and three times a week made the long aggravating commute from the lower bottoms in west oakland to the wynter’s house in the oakland hills

i was also writing a chapter on wynter for my dissertation. hence me finding this photo, in the midst of an intense two weeks of through and cataloguing documents, including an unpublished 900+ page manuscript wynter had written.

i took this photo of wynter’s picture then. when i got back to oakland, i showed it to her, with no prompting.

her response was with a characteristic wynterian curiosity:

“is that me?”

the photo ultimately became the cover of the great katherine mckittricks volume on wynter. i’m proud to have made a tiny contribution to that wonderful work.

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your girl an art historian now

just found a long circa 2013 post about afropessimism in my drafts

she/her now, by the way

ok i think i’m coming back. @lazz convinced me i can be drafty and incomplete here. even on the “old” tumblr that i miss, i’d lost my capacity to be vulnerable, or to be messy out loud, by the end.

better to come back, moreover, knowing who in the old world was and was not an ultrazionist this whole time. better to come back with a sense of the fact that the tumblr return to the “second wave,” whatever that means, had pretty wide ranging implications.

some of which was maybe, inchoately, a quiet effort to smuggle the most conservative political reflexes of that moment into the present. some of which was to return to the radicalism that we desperately need in the now even as the material conditions militate against any of it.

i’m writing this from bed, unclothed, with a partner asleep next to me and a v-shaped sliver of light across my chest. i miss the old tumblr and i don’t know why and i don’t know if i want it back or if it’s another instance of me simply wanting more, which i always do. better to turn back, or forth, with that in mind.

i want old tumblr back

thank you, phife.

thank you, phife.

Theses on Adjunctification (for #NAWD)

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[Image: Angela Y. Davis, then a UC San Diego graduate student in Philosophy and an Acting (probationary, non-tenure track) Assistant Professor of Philosophy at UCLA, lecturing at Royce Hall, UCLA, in 1969.]

I’m working on a book on black studies, women’s studies, and how the university became neoliberal. At the heart of this project is thinking about how major shifts in the organization of university labor were articulated through the processes by which women’s studies and black studies were institutionalized. I shared a couple quickly-written thoughts on these questions on Twitter for National Adjunct Walkout Day. I’m reposting them here nearly verbatim, with some minor edits for context and clarification. Rather than as final or conclusive statements, I’d offer these as points of departure for thinking about how we got to the here and now that is the university today.

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In July 2014, Nan-Hui Jo, a single Korean mother and survivor of domestic violence, was separated from her six year old daughter, Vitz Da, and arrested on...

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From Korean American Coalition to End Domestic Abuse:

In July 2014, Nan-Hui Jo, a single Korean mother and survivor of domestic violence, was separated from her six year old daughter, Vitz Da, and arrested on claims of child abduction. In 2009, Nan-Hui fled to Korea with Vitz Da to escape physical and emotional abuse by her then-partner and father of the child, Jesse Charlton, a combat veteran of the Iraq War with PTSD and anger issues. Using a common manipulation tactic to control a partner’s attempts to regain independence, Charlton retaliated by reporting Nan-Hui for child abduction. Last July, when Nan-Hui arrived with her daughter to Hawaii, she was handcuffed, arrested, and immediately separated from her daughter.  Nan-Hui has not seen her daughter in over seven months.

Charlton has publicly testified about his repeated violence against Nan-Hui, confirming that, on one occasion, he “grabbed her by the throat and threw her against the wall.” Charlton has also admitted that, on a separate occasion, he “broke his hand hitting the wall and punched the car’s steering wheel.” When Nan-Hui fled and attempted to rebuild her life, Charlton “sent emails saying he was ‘considering spending thousands of dollars on a scary bounty hunter.’” These incidents of violence are only the public ones against Nan-Hui. Like many survivors of domestic violence, Nan-Hui was concerned that if he had hurt her, that he would hurt the child.  According to a study funded by the U.S. Department of Justice, 30 to 60% of perpetrators of intimate partner violence also abuse children in the household. As advocates for survivors of domestic violence, we know that domestic violence thrives behind closed doors, away from the eyes and ears of the public.

well, this week gave me occasion to return to something i’d suggested should happen a while back.

well, this week gave me occasion to return to something i’d suggested should happen a while back.

yes, and; yes, but (a footnote on affirmation).

yes, #‎blacklivesmatter‬. but sometimes when i hear folks say this, my gut reaction is to think “fuck you for even giving air to the notion that one might doubt it.” that black lives matter should be the kind of fact that needs no saying.

it’s the world arrangement that burdens us with the task of saying it at all that is the problem. to many this is obvious, yes, but i think we need to take seriously the possibility that the compulsion to affirm it implicates us in the continued production of a lethal absurdity. yes, #blacklivesmatter. it must be said, but i’m troubled at the notion that there is something of comfort or relief to be found in the saying.

the point here is not, or at least not only, to offer a resounding “yes” to the question of whether or not black lives matter. the point is to render obsolete and impossible the world-making project that makes the value of black life—in and for itself and with others—a question at all.

Brandon Barnes, you raised a fist on Jeopardy last night and I love you for that.

Brandon Barnes, you raised a fist on Jeopardy last night and I love you for that.

Class Prep: Trying to map—in a vulgar but systemic way—the biopolitical structure and gendered techniques of Latin-Christian Europe’s (post-Doctrine of Discovery) approach to enslavement and settler colonialism in Africa and the Americas. Emphasis...

Class Prep: Trying to map—in a vulgar but systemic way—the biopolitical structure and gendered techniques of Latin-Christian Europe’s (post-Doctrine of Discovery) approach to enslavement and settler colonialism in Africa and the Americas. Emphasis here is on the ways in which the mission of saving souls and the mission of accumulating wealth (in the form of lands and of bodies-as-commodities) operated as two sides of the same coin as the mode of producing wealth converged with the mode of producing, and reproducing, Christianity as an imperial project.

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(so, wow. i haven’t been on much recently–still trying to figure out how to fake the prof thing until i make it. or don’t. but thanks to everyone who’s been reading this thing for a while. more to come soon.)
  • • • • low end theory turned 5 today!

(so, wow. i haven’t been on much recently–still trying to figure out how to fake the prof thing until i make it. or don’t. but thanks to everyone who’s been reading this thing for a while. more to come soon.)

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From Out of Time–Out of Control–Lesbian Committee to Support Women Prisoners, Issue #37, April 1997.

From Out of Time–Out of Control–Lesbian Committee to Support Women Prisoners, Issue #37, April 1997.