I fucking love this
That is exactly what I’m doing at the moment. And I’ve realised I’ve been doing it for months.
I feel trapped in my mind.
Crafting white Brit teaching English in Amsterdam. Enjoys tea paraphernalia. This blog is for crafts, cats and being angry about stuff.
Fear of a Black God – Renee Cox’s Yo Mama’s Last Supper
by Shantrelle Lewis
The racialized, Eurocentric homo-gendered iconography of Catholicism automatically coerces someone existing outside of that spectrum to naturally experience isolation and distancing. This is especially probable for a Black girl child who wondered why nowhere in the Catholic Cathedrals where she genuflected, did she see an image of God in the form of sculpture, oil painting, or stain glass window that looked anything remotely like herself.
What happens then, when that same little Black girl, with Jamaican roots and upper-middle class upbringing, interacts with those negating images? She grows up into a Black woman, or most notably, a “rude gyal” with an attitude, who would thirty-something years later unabashedly confront that iconography, in the form of a series entitled Yo Mama. Although according to Genesis 1:26, God created (wo)man in the image of Him(her)self, nowhere in Christian texts could be found a brown skin God with the face of a girl child from the Diaspora. That is not until Renee Cox decided to photograph herself nude as Jesus surrounded by 12 fully-clothed male disciples, all of them Black with the exception of Judas, who was white, and titled the 5-paneled piece Yo Mama’s Last Supper. [Continue reading.]
oh my god, I remember when my class went over this in like 2000 some white person said that this was wrong because Black people didn’t exist during biblical times. I was a freshman, and really paranoid about how the college thing worked, and the fact that I was in a town with 90 total racial minorities. I bust out laughing. It was really long, and really hard, and it caused the two other Black people, including the “I don’t have time for this Black shit” bougie Black girl, and our art professor to also start laughing.
The Hanging Coffins of Sagada
The people of Sagada in the Philippines follow a unique burial ritual. The elderly carve their own coffins out of hollowed logs. If they are too weak or ill, their families prepare their coffins instead. The dead are placed inside their coffins (sometimes breaking their bones in the process of fitting them in), and the coffins are brought to a cave for burial.
Instead of being placed into the ground, the coffins are hung either inside the caves or on the face of the cliffs, near the hanging coffins of their ancestors. The Sagada people have been practicing such burials for over 2,000 years and some of the coffins are well over a century old.
"The 2009 a British government survey found that 43% of people thing a women should be held responsible or partly responsible for being sexually assaulted or raped if she was flirting heavily with the man beforehand… Rape isn’t a ‘natural hazard’ like a cliff edge that women must be careful to avoid when drunk – it is a wilful act of violence perpetrated by another human being and the responsibility lies with the perpetrator, not the victim… Only 6.5% of [rape] cases reported to the police end in a conviction… OR, put another way, rape – on the whole – is easy to get away with… The police have also been found to overestimate the scale of false accusation of rape, yet in reality only 3% of reported rapes are found to be ‘probably or possibly false’ – no more than any other crime."
Kat Banyard - The Equality Illusion (p.125-130)
I’m suddenly feeling crushingly sad and angry. I’m hoping I just need a nap.
I would honestly, more than anything else, like to just not give a flying fuck about my appearance. I just want to not care. I just want to put shit on or not put shit on because I just feel like it. I want to shave parts of myself or not because I just feel like it. I want to just not. give. a. shit.