FROM ROMANCE TO REALITY
There may be a few places in the world where people have
not heard the sentence "Black Lives Matter" in any language. The sentence is a prototype for many
variations on the theme of "mattering," for riffs that have appeal
and utility in discordant contexts. The
sentence is poignant. It reverberates
with urgency and necessity. In the
United States of America, it reminds us that many versions of our history
encourage us to minimize, to never know, or to conveniently forget what
matters. Our instinctive responses to
life ( how we might behave in a state of nature) can be compromised by social
constructions of reality. That fact is
inevitable.
"Black Lives Matter" is an unavoidable accusation.
The fact that American citizens need to hear it is a mark of shame, a
signal that economic violence and moral turpitude are innate in our experiments
with democracy. The more it is repeated,
the more it becomes, like the familiar phrase "the pause that
refreshes," a tiresome slogan. Can it be made more appealing by rewriting
the sentence as "Black Lives Have Always Mattered"? No.
The greater specificity makes matters worse.
The gravity of the situation is highlighted by the
publication of
Oyewole, Abiodun, ed. Black
Lives Have Always Mattered: A Collection of Essays, Poems, and Personal Narratives. New York: 2Leaf Press, 2017.
Like Resisting
Arrest: Poems to Stretch the Sky (Durham, NC: Jacar Press, 2016), edited by
Tony Medina and The Fire This Time: A New
Generation Speaks about Race ( New
York: Scribner, 2016 ), edited by Jesmyn Ward,
this anthology expands the body of literature which pertains to race and
institutionalized death (militant,
selective police brutality and criminalization) in our nation. The classic guidebook for reading the
formation of American subjectivities dealt with in these anthologies is Abdul
R. JanMohamed's The Death-Bound-Subject
(Durham: Duke University Press, 2005).
The importance of Oyewole's anthology, it might be argued, should be
more seriously accounted for in the history
of black writing than in the history of black literature. The nuanced difference overshadows theory and
semantics. One history exists in the panopticon of academic praxis; the other,
in the totality where life has always mattered most painfully. This
juxtaposition draws our attention to the simultaneous motions of "history" and what matters
as process and recording, to the profound difficulties of cognition and consciousness
of being American.
Consider the consequences of reading Black Lives Have Always Mattered against a narrative
"stereotyped" in 1859 by John F. Weishampel, Jr., bookseller and
publisher in Baltimore, namely the work of Rev. Noah Davis, who committed
himself to
"RAISE SUFFICIENT MEANS TO FREE HIS LAST TWO
CHILDREN FROM SLAVERY./ Having already, within twelve years past, purchased
himself, his wife, and five of his children, at a cost, altogether of over four thousand dollars"
because
"he now earnestly desires a humane and christian public to AID
HIM IN THE SALE OF THIS BOOK, for the purpose of finishing the task in which he
has so long and anxiously labored."
One valuable consequence of such an act of reading is
transformative recognition of why one hundred and fifty-eight years after the publication
of Davis's narrative, all Americans
are still purchasing their lives from something and somebody. History is
eternally cruel. As Abiodun Oyewole
suggests in his introduction, Black Lives
Have Always Mattered "offers a
thorough insight into the lives, dreams, aspirations, victories and defeats of
black people in America. Considering the times we're living in these days, this
anthology should serve as a mental compass for how we value ourselves and each
other, and ways in how we manifest our destiny" (3). If the anthology succeeds in convincing a
number of readers that a humane and Christian public in the United States of
America neither exists nor intends to help them, it shall have produced
reasonable rather than thorough insight about what matters.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. May
25, 2017
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