31 May 2006

kinda fascinating...kinda why?

Mona Lisa 'speaks'

By Toshi MaedaWed May 31, 10:01 AM ET

The Mona Lisa's smile may always remain a mystery, but it is now possible to hear what her voice would have sounded like, thanks to a Japanese acoustics expert.

Dr Matsumi Suzuki, who generally uses his skills to help with criminal investigations, measured the face and hands of Leonardo da Vinci's famous 16th century portrait to estimate her height and create a model of her skull.

"Once we have that, we can create a voice very similar to that of the person concerned," Suzuki told Reuters in an interview at his Tokyo office last week. "We have recreated the voices of a lot of famous people that were very close to the real thing and have been used in film dubbing."

The chart of any individual's voice, known as a voice print, is unique to that person and Suzuki says he believes he has achieved 90 percent accuracy in recreating the quality of the enigmatic woman's speaking tone.

"I am the Mona Lisa. My true identity is shrouded in mystery," the portrait proclaims on a Web site at http://promotion.msn.co.jp/davinci/voice.htm

"In Mona Lisa's case, the lower part of her face is quite wide and her chin is pointed," Suzuki explained. "The extra volume means a relatively low voice, while the pointed chin adds mid-pitch tones," he added.

The scientists brought in an Italian woman to add the necessary intonation to the voice.

"We then had to think about what to have her say," Suzuki said. "We tried having her speak Japanese, but it didn't suit her image."

Experts disagree over who was represented in the portrait, with some saying the smiling woman is Leonardo himself, or his mother.

The team also attempted to recreate Leonardo's own voice in a project timed to coincide with the release of the film "The Da Vinci Code." Suzuki said he was less confident about its accuracy because he had to work from self-portraits where the artist wore a beard, concealing the shape of his face.

Suzuki's work has made contributions to criminal investigations -- in one case after he successfully aged a person's voice by a decade. A recording of the voice was broadcast on television, leading to the apprehension of a suspect.

spreading the word

something good for a change


Check out this interview with artist Simone Leigh. As the corporate boys and girls say, she's awesome.

oh, fuck

Tribal council outlaws abortion President suspended for alleged donations

NESTOR RAMOS
nramos@argusleader.com May 31, 2006, 1:55 am

The Oglala Sioux tribal council banned all abortions on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation and suspended President Cecelia Fire Thunder on Tuesday, charging that she solicited donations on behalf of the tribe for a proposed abortion clinic without the council's approval.

"It was unauthorized political activity," said Will Peters, a tribal council representative from the Pine Ridge district. "It's just a matter of failing to communicate not only with the governing body but with the people that she was elected to serve."

Peters made a motion to suspend Fire Thunder indefinitely, and when that failed, voted to suspend her for 20 days until an impeachment hearing could take place. That motion passed.

"This whole thing was an ambush," Fire Thunder said, adding that she never solicited donations and never was asked whether she had actually accepted any money.

Peters said any money donated to the tribe for the clinic would be returned.

Fire Thunder said the idea never was to open a clinic that performs abortions - she never used the word "abortion," she said - but rather to open a women's health facility that would provide family planning information and emergency and traditional contraceptives.

"Women need services. Women need support. Right now on the Pine Ridge reservation, there's very little support for women who have been raped," Fire Thunder said.

"If that's the way it was presented to people in the first place, I think she would have been OK," Peters said. "Her stand, by what we read and what we hear from all accounts, was to support abortion. I've never seen such a turn-around."

Some in the tribe were outraged when Fire Thunder, responding to Gov. Mike Rounds' signature on a bill that would ban most abortions in South Dakota, said she would work to open a Planned Parenthood clinic on the reservation, beyond the reach of state law. Many believe abortion to be against Lakota values.

Planned Parenthood issued a press release thanking Fire Thunder, but said it had no plans to open a clinic in Pine Ridge or anywhere else in South Dakota.

Today, the tribe banned abortions on the reservation.

"I do not feel comfortable telling a woman what she can or can't do with her body," Peters said. "Yet at the same time, I share the cultural viewpoint that life is sacred."

But the clinic, which will be called Sacred Choices, already has a group of women who have agreed to form a board of directors.

Betty Bull Bear, one of the women on the board, said the group would meet tonight for the first time to sign articles of incorporation.

She said Sacred Choices would be a wellness center, and the board would wait to see what happens with a statewide abortion ban referendum and any subsequent legal challenges before deciding whether to attempt to provide any abortion services.

Either way, Sacred Choices will be in Kyle, Bull Bear said.

"This is where Cecelia is from," she said. "It was her idea." But, she added, Fire Thunder is not involved now that the board has been formed.

"We have a lot of support, nationwide and, literally, globally," Bull Bear said, though she estimated support among tribal members was evenly divided.

Fire Thunder, in Iowa for an annual test of the cochlear implants that restored her hearing four years ago, said the people who brought the complaint were the same people who have been opposing her presidency since she was elected in November 2004.

"It got crazy," Fire Thunder said. "On Friday they were passing around a flyer that said 'Wilma Mankiller - Cecelia Babykiller.' "

Mankiller was the first female principal chief of the Cherokee Nation; Fire Thunder is the first female president of the Oglala Sioux.

Fire Thunder also was suspended last October when the tribal council accepted a complaint brought by William Birdnecklace Tate, who alleged she had improperly secured a $38 million loan from the Shakopee, a Minnesota tribe. What was supposed to be a 20-day suspension lasted more than two months when Fire Thunder's hearing was delayed repeatedly by holidays and booked gymnasiums. The council eventually voted not to impeach her.

Peters was one of the few strong supporters on the council during Fire Thunder's previous troubles.

But "she is a hard gal to look after," Peters said. "I just believe that she has fallen out of touch with the people she was elected to represent."

Reach Nestor Ramos at 331-2328.

25 May 2006

viva la revolucion!

A couple months ago Deirdre came home from a lecture by Chris Gilbert as excited as I'd seen her in a long time. He spoke about the possibilities of art functioning as something truly revolutionary, not something concerned with aesthetics and its own history, but something that has the potential to work for real political and social change. Predictably, the art-crowd at the lecture was very hostile to his message. We've been meaning to get over to see his show, for those of you in the Bay, Part 1 closes this weekend.



Chris Gilbert Resigns
By Chris Gilbert


Editor's note - Curator Chris Gilbert joined the Berkeley Art Museum as Matrix Curator in September 2005, following a two-year stint as curator at the Baltimore Museum of Art. He resigned his Matrix position late last month. Stretcher has received Gilbert's resignation statement which is here posted in its entirety as a contribution to the ongoing dialog about the cultural impact of contemporary art. Readers wish to respond to the statement may use the "Add a comment" button at the end of the page.

I made the decision to resign as Matrix Curator on April 28, but my struggles with the BAM/PFA over the content and approach of the projects in the exhibition cycle "Now-Time Venezuela: Media Along the Path of the Bolivarian Process" go back quite a few months. In particular the museum administrators—meaning the deputy directors and senior curator collaborating, of course, with the public relations and audience development staff—have for some time been insisting that I take the idea of solidarity, revolutionary solidarity, out of the cycle. For some months, they have said they wanted "neutrality" and "balance" whereas I have always said that instead my approach is about commitment, support, and alignment—in brief, taking sides with and promoting revolution.

I have always successfully resisted the museum's attempts to interfere with the projects (and you will see that the ideas of alignment, support, and revolutionary solidarity are written all over the "Now-Time" projects part 1 and part 2—they are present in all the texts I have generated and as a consequence in almost all of the reviews). In the museum's most recent attempt to alter things, the one that precipitated my resignation, they proposed to remove the offending concept from the Now-Time Part 2 introductory text panel (a panel which had already gone to the printer). Their plan was to replace the phrase "in solidarity" with revolutionary Venezuela with a phrase like "concerning" revolutionary Venezuela—or another phrase describing a relation that would not be explicitly one of solidarity.

I threatened to resign and terminate the exhibition, since, first of all, revolutionary solidarity is what I believe in—the essential concept in the "Now-Time" project cycle—but secondly it is obviously unfair to invite participants such as Dario Azzellini and Oliver Ressler or groups such as Catia TVe to a project that has one character (revolutionary solidarity) and then change the rules of the game on them a few weeks before the show opens (so that they become mere objects of examination or investigation). At first, my threat to resign and terminate the show availed nothing. Then on April 28, I wrote a letter stating that I was in fact resigning and my last day of work would be two weeks from that day, which was May 12, two days before the "Now-Time Part 2: Revolutionary Television in Catia" opening. I assured them that the show could not go forward without me. In response to this decisive action—and surely out of fear that the show which had already been published in the members magazine would not happen—the institution restored my text panel to the way I had written it. Having won that battle, though at the price of losing my position, I decided to go forward with the show, my last one.

One thing that should make evident how extreme and erratic the museum's actions were is that the very same sentence that was found offensive ("a project in solidarity with the revolutionary process in contemporary Venezuela") is the exact sentence that is used for the first Now-Time Venezuela exhibition text panel that still hangs in the Matrix gallery upstairs. That show is on view for one more week as I write.

The details of all this are important though, of course, its general outlines, which play out the familiar patterns of class struggle, are of greater interest. The class interests represented by the museum, which are above all the interests of the bourgeoisie that funds it, have two (related) things to fear from a project like mine: (1) of course, revolutionary Venezuela is a symbolic threat to the US government and the capitalist class that benefits from that government's policies, just as Cuba is a symbolic threat, just as Nicaragua was, and just as is any country that tries to set its house in order in a way that is different from the ideas of Washington and London—which is primarily to say Washington and London's insistence that there is no alternative to capitalism.

I must emphasize that the threat is only symbolic; in the eyes of the U.S. government and the U.S. bourgeoisie, it sets a "bad" and dangerous example of disobedience for other countries to follow, but of course the idea that such examples represent a military threat to the US (would that it were the case) is simply laughable; (2) the second threat, which is probably the more operational one in the museum context, is that much of the community is in favor of the "Now-Time" projects—the response to the first exhibition is enormous and the interest in the second is also very high. That response and interest exposes the fact that the museum, the bourgeois values it promotes via the institution of contemporary art (contemporary art of the past thirty years is really in most respects simply the cultural arm of upper-class power) are not really those of any class but its own. Importantly the museum and the bourgeoisie will always deny the role of class interests in this: they will always maintain that the kinds of cultural production they promote are more difficult, smarter, more sophisticated—hence the lack of response to most contemporary art is, according to them, about differences in education and sophistication rather than class interest. That this kind of claim is obscurantist and absurd is something the present exhibitions make very clear: the work of Catia TVe, which is created by people in the popular (working-class) neighborhoods of Caracas, is far more sophisticated than what comes out of the contemporary art of the Global North. The same could be said for the ideas discussed by the Venezuelan factory workers in the Ressler and Azzellini film that is shown Now-Time Part 1. (Of course, it is not because these works and the thoughts in them are more sophisticated that we should attend to them; what I am saying is simply that it is clearly an evasion and false to dismiss anti-bourgeois cultural production—work that aligns with the interests of working class people—on grounds of its being unsophisticated.)

To return to the museum: I believe that the enormous response to the "Now-Time" cycle—there were 180 visitors to the March 26 panel discussion that opened "Now-Time" part 1 and if you google "Now-Time Venezuela" you get over 700 hits— put the class interests that stand by and promote contemporary art in danger, exposed them a bit. I suppose some concern about this may have given a special edge to the museum's failed efforts to alter my projects.

I think it is important to be clear about the facts that precipitated my resignation: that is, the struggle over the wording of the text panel, which fit into months of struggle over the question of solidarity and alignment with a revolutionary political agenda. That issue is discussed above. However, it is also important to understand the context. Again, it is too weak to say that museums, like universities, are deeply corrupt. They are. (And in my view the key points to discuss regarding this corruption are (1) the museum's claim to represent the public's interests when in fact serving upper-class interests and parading a carefully constructed surrogate image of the public; (2) the presence of intra-institutional press and marketing departments that really operate to hold a political line through various control techniques, only one of which is censorship; finally (3) the presence of development departments that, in mostly hidden ways, favor and flatter rich funders, giving the lie to even the sham notion of public responsibility that the museum parades). However, to describe museums and other cultural institutions as simply if deeply corrupt is, as I said, too weak in that it both holds out the promise of their reform and it ignores the larger imperialist structures that make their corruption an inevitable upshot and reflection of the exploitive political and social system of which they form a part. Such institutions will go on reflecting imperialist capitalist values, will celebrate private property and deny social solidarity, and will maintain a strict silence about the control of populations at home and the destruction of populations abroad in the name of profit, until that imperialist system is dismantled. Importantly, it will not be dismantled by cultural efforts alone: a successful reform of a cultural institution here or there would at best result in "islands" of sanity that would most likely operate in a negative way—as imaginary and misleading "proof" that conditions are not as bad as they are.

In fact, with conditions as they are, a different strategy is required: there should be disobedience at all levels; disruptions and explosions of the kind that I, together with a small group of allies inside the museum, have created are also useful on a symbolic level. However, the primary struggle and the only struggle that will result in a significant change would be one that works directly to transform the economic and political base. This would be a struggle aiming to bring down the US government and its imperialist system through highly organized efforts.

We live in the midst of a fascist imperialism—there is no other way to describe the system that the US has created and that exercises such control through terror over populations both inside and outside. History has shown that to make "deals" or "compromises" with fascism avails nothing. Instead a radical and daily intransigence is required. Fascism operates to destroy life. It installs and operates on the logic of the camp on all levels, including culture. In the face of that logic, which holds life as nothing, compromises and deals at best buy time for the aggressor and symbolic capital for the aggressor. One should have no illusions: until capitalism and imperialism are brought down, cultural institutions will go on being, in their primary role, lapdogs of a system that spreads misery and death to people everywhere on the planet. The fight to abolish that system completely and build one based on socialism must remain our exclusive and constant focus.



Curator Chris Gilbert joined the Berkeley Art Museum as Matrix Curator in September 2005, following a two-year stint as curator at the Baltimore Museum of Art.

24 May 2006

c.r.e.a.m.

So the reason I came across Mara Verna (see below) is that I have been thinking a lot about selling my photographs, about getting to a certain age and wanting a house, retirement, vacations, money to give away, shoes, etc., (this is what happens when you turn 40) and I remembered a citation that someone had written about my photographic work:

Williams creates “mirrored” images in her work; she specializes in photographing nude self-portraits.While deliberately avoiding what she views as the capitalist, exploitative space of the gallery, Williams produces these intimate images for her own private consumption, although she shares her work occasionally and mostly through her website, which she feels provides her some control over their presentation.

Now, I had read this before but somehow at the time it didn't register with me; several months ago a friend called it to my attention and it stuck with me then. Two things I thought--1. dang, even though I'm now a big corporate sell-out I'm going to look like an even bigger hypocrite if I try to sell my work; and 2. no, I definitely don't make images for my private consumption (which is why for a long time I hardly made images at all). From where does this notion come that if you're not selling it you're not interested to share it? I've never been interested in making work for myself--if I did, well, no one would know, would they?

Also, and I guess this is point #3--I think this notion of control got misinterpreted (I didn't really intend this as a critique of the author, but once it's in print...). I can control my images because I can publish them, delete them, and share them anytime I want to via the web. I'm not naive enough to believe that I control what happens to them once they're out there; quite the opposite--I rather like relinquishing that aspect of it to chance and interest and whatever else might drive someone to deconstruct, alter, or further disseminate my photographs.

So back to the selling thing--what a difficult decision this is for me. I've still reached no conclusion, but I suspect this is my last chance to strike while the iron is even anywhere near the fire, so to speak, if I want to sell my work. It's one of those things, though, that I simply can't wrap my head around, that makes me feel tawdry and diminished just thinking about it. No matter what I would be participating in a marketplace that I find highly problematic. More so than buying gasoline? Than using FedEx (which gives lotsa $$ to Republicans)? At the same time, what am I holding onto? An idealistic notion I developed as an undergraduate that perhaps no longer serves me? A fear that I'll put myself out there only to discover that no one is interested? A desire to always go against the grain, what my mom calls "contrariness?" It's not as though I think less of artists who sell their work. It seems perfectly normal. But hundreds, thousands of dollars for pieces of paper? I just can't seem to get beyond the material value of the thing itself. The idea, it seems, is free.

Sigh. I think I've even blogged about this before. I've certainly written about it on this site somewhere. I am not a fast decision-maker and this one--well, it's vexing me.

and speaking of black women...


...am I the only black woman blogger not moved to near-tears over Oprah's Legend's Ball? With some notable exceptions (like Suzan-Lori Parks) I saw a lot of mediocrity and hype, though I love my black sisters. This is a complaint I have with my people, my people--is all success to be lauded? Is "making it" in the mainstream the ultimate measure of worth? I mean, the mainstream standard ain't much of a standard.

Still, sigh, I should like anyone who celebrates black women in a big and beautiful way. But diamond earrings and individual waiters?

more evidence that white men are the demographic to hate and san francisco is not the bastion of progressiveness we all like to think it is

Yeah, yeah, yeah...generalizations and all that. From feministing.com:


This weekend was the Bay to Breakers race in San Francisco, where folks do a footrace while dressing up and doing some outdoor partying.

Apparently some guys thought this was a great opportunity to dress up like Duke lacrosse players and chant "No means yes!" I wish I was joking. I can't even fathom the level of stupidity that someone would need to do something like this.

Me either, sister.

23 May 2006

that mfa is worth even less than you thought

uh huh

http://www.sfbayview.com/neworleans/landgrab100505.shtml

A very interesting read in light of Ray Nagin's re-election. I stole this from Adrienne, too.

i've got your reality right here

Thanks to the beautiful and fierce Ms. Adrienne Carey Hurley for making me aware of this atrocity in my backyard (there was an article last year in the SF Weekly in which the bar's owner claims to have thrown the teeth in the trash rather than deal with the controversy). I'm ashamed to say I've been here and had no idea:

Eddie Rickenbacker's is a bar in San Francisco's Financial District. While the bar has received good reviews, even by supposedly progressive newspapers, it is home to one of the most offensive and racially insensitive displays one can find in the city. Along with displays of guns used in the wars of extermination against the Native American population, there are what is claimed to be the teeth of Monasetah. A sign above the teeth claims that they were "knocked out of her mouth in a jealous pique" by General George Armstrong Custer.

It has been claimed that, following the Battle of Washita, Custer invited officers "desiring to avail themselves of the services of a captured squaw to come to the squaw Round Up Corral, and select one." Custer took first choice, Monasetah, and lived with her during the winter and spring of 1868 and 1869. The display has been around for years with little complaint. If the display is real, than it could be in violation of the Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act. If it is not real and is merely intended to add atmosphere, it shows acceptance by the bar's owners and patrons of a form of racism and misogyny that would never be allowed if the remains were claimed to be a person from any other ethnic group. The bar's owner, when questioned about why he has a Native woman's teeth on display, replied that concern for cultural sensitivity was "not living in reality."

22 May 2006

Katherine Dunham dies


By SAMANTHA GROSS, Associated Press Writer Mon May 22, 1:19 AM ET


NEW YORK - Katherine Dunham, a pioneering dancer and choreographer, author and civil rights activist who left Broadway to teach culture in one of America's poorest cities, has died. She was 96.

Dunham died Sunday at the Manhattan assisted living facility where she lived, said Charlotte Ottley, executive liaison for the organization that preserves her artistic estate. The cause of death was not immediately known.

Dunham was perhaps best known for bringing African and Caribbean influences to the European-dominated dance world. In the late 1930s, she established the nation's first self-supporting all-black modern dance group.

"We weren't pushing `Black is Beautiful,' we just showed it," she later wrote.

During her career, Dunham choreographed "Aida" for the Metropolitan Opera and musicals such as "Cabin in the Sky" for Broadway. She also appeared in several films, including "Stormy Weather" and "Carnival of Rhythm."

Her dance company toured internationally from the 1940s to the '60s, visiting 57 nations on six continents. Her success was won in the face of widespread discrimination, a struggle Dunham championed by refusing to perform at segregated theaters.

For her endeavors, Dunham received 10 honorary doctorates, the Presidential Medal of the Arts, the Albert Schweitzer Prize at the Kennedy Center Honors, and membership in the French Legion of Honor, as well as major honors from Brazil and Haiti.

"She is one of the very small handful of the most important people in the dance world of the 20th century," said Bonnie Brooks, chairman of the dance department at Columbia College in Chicago. "And that's not even mentioning her work in civil rights, anthropological research and for humanity in general."

After 1967, Dunham lived most of each year in predominantly black East St. Louis, Ill., where she struggled to bring the arts to a Mississippi River city of burned-out buildings and high crime.

She set up an eclectic compound of artists from around the globe, including Harry Belafonte. Among the free classes offered were dance, African hair-braiding and woodcarving, conversational Creole, Spanish, French and Swahili and more traditional subjects such as aesthetics and social science.

Dunham also offered martial arts training in hopes of getting young, angry males off the street. Her purpose, she said, was to steer the residents of East St. Louis "into something more constructive than genocide."

Government cuts and a lack of private funding forced her to scale back her programs in the 1980s. Despite a constant battle to pay bills, Dunham continued to operate a children's dance workshop and a museum.

Plagued by arthritis and poverty in the latter part of her life, Dunham made headlines in 1992 when she went on a 47-day hunger strike to protest U.S. policy that repatriated Haitian refugees.

"It's embarrassing to be an American," Dunham said at the time.

Dunham's New York studio attracted illustrious students like Marlon Brando and James Dean who came to learn the "Dunham Technique," which Dunham herself explained as "more than just dance or bodily executions. It is about movement, forms, love, hate, death, life, all human emotions."

In her later years, she depended on grants and the kindness of celebrities, artists and former students to pay for her day-to-day expenses. Will Smith and Harry Belafonte were among those who helped her catch up on bills, Ottley said.

"She didn't end up on the street though she was one step from it," Ottley said. "She has been on the edge and survived it all with dignity and grace."

Dunham was married to theater designer John Thomas Pratt for 49 years before his death in 1986.

i'm a little slow

(I did not know about her work)

Smashing the sideshow

Mara Verna honours the humanity of a 19th-century freak



by CHRISTINE REDFERN

For the past two years, Mara Verna has been working in France and South Africa on a project inspired by the story of Sarah Baartman. In 1810, 21-year-old Bartmaan, a Khoisan (indigenous) South African, got on a ship to London when promised she could make a fortune by displaying her body to curious Europeans. Dubbed the Hottentot Venus, she was exhibited as a savage at circus shows, bars and universities as “the highest form of animal life and the lowest form of human life.” Because of her unusually large buttocks and genitals, she became a source for grotesque stereotypes about race and African sexuality. She died an impoverished prostitute in Paris in 1816.

Baartman’s objectification did not end with her death. Scientists made a plaster cast of her body, preserved her skeleton, genitalia and brain and placed these on display at the Museum of Mankind in Paris until 1974. In 1994, the South African government asked for Baartman’s remains to be returned to her birthplace for burial.

Verna was in South Africa when the repatriation was finally accomplished this year. In both France and South Africa, Verna has filmed the people who are important to Baartman’s story. “Essentially I am trying to represent her story through living people - people who reflect her and her spirit, such as contemporary Khoisan people,” she says. “Aboriginal people are still considered sub-human. My work speaks about the history of objectification.”

Verna’s research has resulted in a Web site (www.hottentotvenus.com) and an upcoming exhibition in February at La Centrale (460 Ste-Catherine St W., #506). The exhibition, Rien n’a été perdu, incorporates video, drawings, collages, and prints, but no images of the Hottentot Venus. “I realized all the images of Baartman that are easily accessible are caricatures,” Verna explains. “So I decided to use caricatures as source material that I then rework. But to show Baartman’s image would be a continuation of her objectification when what I want to do is to present evidence of her humanity.”

19 May 2006

when worlds collide


I work for a corporation. L.P., LLC, and all that. The Man. Yeah, sellout. They hire people constantly; it seems at least every week we get a list of names of new employees, and I routinely check them out since they hire a lot of artists. Last week they sent out a bio on a new hire who "is a writer and visual artist...wrote her thesis on race and advertising in American television...currently enrolled in the Ph.D. program in American Studies at NYU where she is continuing her work on race and visual culture." Well damn, I thought, I gotta say hello! Check out her blog, hautenegro. She's got the best graphic on her page.

18 May 2006

why we are like we are

I've been spending lots of time in the blogosphere lately, though reading rather than contributing. My two current favorites/obsessions: The Black Commentator and Angry Black Bitch. Brilliant stuff. Yeah, okay, and celeb blogs, though mostly I've been engrossed in the occasional flare-ups of something-close-to-substance on Concrete Loop, Crunk and Disorderly, and Cake and Ice Cream--recent popular threads regarding homosexuality, interracial relationships, pedophilia, black male demonization, etc. It can be very enlightening/sobering/depressing/sickening to read how the rest of America's bored employees really think on these issues.

Mostly, though, the bloggers and their fans have been saying it all and I don't feel a need to comment, but one of the stories on Black Commentator this week really resonated: "Nazi Ties, Grave Robbing, and the Bush Family" by Margaret Kimberley. In it, she references a story about how George Bush's grandfather, among other things, robbed Geronimo's grave of his skull and bones, looting them for the Skull and Bones society at Yale. Straight from CBS news, so, mainstream. Now, I occasionally go off to Deirdre about white Americans' pathology, and how one of the reasons for many of this country's ills is not that we haven't collectively dealt with how slavery and racism has affected black people, but that white Americans can't even acknowledge the deep pathology of their historic behavior to even begin to deal with a culture that, in Kimberley's words, finds it "amusing [not only] to desecrate a grave but to take the bones and use them in bizarre rituals to cement their claims to privilege;" rather routinely sexually mutilates, hangs, and burns men because of their skin color; or systematically rapes women they supposedly don't regard as human (worse if they do) in order to generate a free labor force/wealth. By comparison, black folks have it easy. I'd much rather have an ancestor in chains (though I surely have some ancestors who were rapists) than to have one who would put another human being in those chains.

15 May 2006

it's hard out here for an artist interested in issues of race and culture

If someone out there who has used a computer where my site is banned could check this I'd be most grateful. If you go to http://www.google.com/translate?langpair=en|en&u=www.carlagirl.net is my site viewable? Perhaps a clever workaround for viewing sites otherwise banned?

And can I just say here, now--Hustle and Flow? Horrible movie. Pimps ain't heroes.

we censor here

Some time ago I posted some rare photographs that were forwarded to me of Africans on a slave ship:

http://carlagirl.net/blog/2006/02/rare-photos-of-african-slaves-on-slave.html

Today some moron posted this comment to the entry:

big deal. i'm not impressed.they're lucky they got to get out of that hot ass desert and onto a nice big ocean trekking vessel.

So I deleted it. Just for the record--anonymous posts are allowed here. Dumb shit is not.

congrats, lisa!





Lisa Henry is the curator of this exhibition (which I'm in), which was reviewed in the New York Times. Congrats, Lisa (they should have mentioned your name!)

You can click on the images for larger views but you might have to download them to read it.

12 May 2006

Sakia Gunn: Three years on, a few still remember


Check out Professor Kim's remembrance at http://professorkim.blogspot.com/2006/05/sakia-gunn-three-years-on-few-still.html

Then just because black lesbians are so invisible, check out Zanele Muholi's work at

http://www.michaelstevenson.com/contemporary/exhibitions/muholi/muholi.htm

Zanele Muholi, Not Butch But My Legs Are, 2005

11 May 2006

where in the world is maury sumlin?

Thanks to my mom holding onto everything, I have an audiotape of a telephone conversation I had in grade school, some 30 years ago, with a boy named Maury Sumlin. I remember Maury; he was the only child of a single father (which might not even be true, now that I think about it) and they lived on Santa Barbara Avenue right before you got to Crenshaw. I used to have looooong phone conversations with Maury although I professed to hate him. Little sneak that I apparently was, I also taped at least one of those conversations, probably hoping I'd get him to say something embarrassing that I could go blab all over school the next day. I think he had a crush on me (he gave me a red valentine heart pin) and, of course, from all indications I must have had a crush on him--no one spends hours talking--even talking smack--to someone they truly loathe.

Not long ago I took out the tape to listen to it, but was a little weirded out by the sound of my (very country) pre-adolescent, bossy voice. I was afraid to hear what I might have said to young Maury Sumlin all those years ago. I bet I was mean. I don't want to not like Lil' Carla. I quickly removed the tape from the deck, uneasy yet intrigued to hear a full (or at least hour-long) conversation I had 30 years ago.

The other day I pulled out the tape to take it to have transferred to a digital format (if anyone out there can recommend a lab in the Bay Area [SF, Oakland, Berkeley] that does this work I'd appreciate it!) and Deirdre suggested I try to find Maury Sumlin, so I looked him up on the web (it's amazing that even regular citizens even have some profile in cyberspace): I think Maury Sumlin is a detective with the Santa Monica Police Department. I mean, could there be another? I couldn't find any photographs. I suddenly feel armed with information and possibility but I'm not sure what next to do. Find the lab, I think. Then listen.

09 May 2006

it's still on

We finally got our E-mail campaign launched today (you may be on our list) so I'm reposting this to generate donations, interest, etc. Please forward this info to as many folks as possible! From now on there will be a permanent link on the right side of this blog. We collected $222 during our soft launch! http://carlagirl.net/cadre/cadreartgrant.html

We've all been there: asked to be in a show but can't afford the printing, framing or shipping; are in a show but there's no money for a catalog or other permanent documentation so our work goes up, comes down, and disappears in a month—art production costs money!

So we got to thinking: what if we solicited $10 donations to give bi-annual grants to artists? After all, only 100 $10 donations would result in a $1000 grant—that's less than a dollar per month (but you can give as much as you like)!

We believe this grant will ultimately be sustained through the kinds of small donations that most of us can afford to make year after year.Our goal is to make positive, sustainable change in the art world using different models of support.

We accept any and all donations year round and deposit them into a dedicated account. All money that is donated will be given as grants to artists, up to $9999 per grant.

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03 May 2006

Illegal Immigrants Returning To Mexico For American Jobs

The Onion writers can be fucking brilliant.