women of color blog: the institution of prison is haunted by slavery

There’s a youtube video about the Angola 3 that looks interesting that was posted on the Women of Color Blog. I haven’t had the chance to watch it yet.

The blogger draws the relationship between slavery and the prison system, which was an argument made by Vivianne in her excellent talk at this past summer’s Plan-It-X Fest workshop.  This image that was posted is pretty telling.

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Glenn Ligon’s Annotations, Runaways; Slavery in Cumberland County and Relative History

I went to the Warhol Museum while I was in Pittsburgh, recently and saw an exhibit of work by the artist Glenn Ligon.  One of the works on display was a web-based photo album titled Annotations.  It is one of the better uses of technology in art that I’ve seen because instead of being about bells and whistles, where the technical wizardry supercedes any other content, it uses really simple technology to create relationships between media that is familiar and low-tech.  From the introduction to Annotations:

In Annotations each image in the twenty-page album leads to a second or third layer — a simple caption, other photographs, images of book covers, lists, narratives, a hand-written letter, and in a few instances, multiple page spreads — plus, (towards the end of the album), audio clips of music, including the artist singing a capella or with songs from the 70s and 80s. The potential for adding layers of materials behind a single image allowed Ligon to present his material in a manner parallel to the way memory works: when viewing a photo album that one knows, each photo invariably prods recollections or associations. In this instance, where the album is unfamiliar to the viewer, Ligon provides hints and suggestions to multiply the layers of possible interpretation.

The fact that the majority of the people in Annotations are African-American makes race a palpable factor in the reading of each image. Yet there is a feeling of recognition, even if none of the faces is known to the viewer, a familiarity that arises from our intimacy with the conventions of a family album — the proud portraits, new babies, special occasions, banal moments when a camera was in hand, the poorly centered or focused images that make their way past the editing process for whatever reasons.

You can view Annotations on the web. Link

I also saw pieces from his Runaways series, such as this one, where he places himself within the iconography of a runaway slave.

A few days later, when I was visiting my parents, I came across a similar graphic, this one from the 1800s and the township where I grew up:

I came across this image when doing some basic research about the underground railroad in Boiling Springs after hiking with my mom to Island Grove (pictured below) where Daniel Kaufman, the founder of the village of Boiling Springs, harbored people who had been enslaved and were escaping to freedom.

I found these images on a page that appears to be a class project by a Dickinson College student. Link

On the page, the author writes:

In a county that was small and fairly unknown, history was made. The people of Cumberland County took it upon themselves to follow their beliefs and assist in the abolition of slavery.

This seems to be a somewhat rosy view of history.  In the book that I read while I was home, it suggested that Cumberland county’s close geographic ties to the south (with the valley and mountains extending to the south) made for a climate that, with few exceptions, was by no means anti-slavery.  The Afrolumens project has a list of enslaved and slave holders in Cumberland county that seems to suggest that slavery was somewhat prevalent.  I don’t know the historical context to compare this with other places in the north.  The Afrolumens project also has this FAQ that provides some interesting insight into slavery in central Pennsylvania.  The FAQ introduced me to the idea of term slavery which was a mechanism to abolish slavery gradually starting in 1780.

When Pennsylvania legislators decided to abolish slavery in the state, they knew that a complete and immediate abolition of the practice would cause a financial loss to slaveholders by freeing those persons that were already held in bondage.   They also knew that this would be politically unpopular, and might not pass a vote in the legislature.  So they decided on a gradual approach, setting a cut-off date, whereby all of the persons held in bondage as of  March 1, 1780 would remain in bondage, but all children of slaves born in Pennsylvania after that date would be held in bondage only until age twenty-eight.

According to the FAQ, even this gradual abolition was abused.

The “hundreds of children of slaves” that were still around in 1850 came as a result of many severe abuses, misunderstandings and simple disregard for the law. Some of the most blatant and frequent abuses occurred in Lancaster County, where the children of slaves were themselves registered as children of slaves for another twenty-eight years. This practice obviously would have set up an endless cycle, which would have been contrary to the spirit of the law–yet few or none were challenged in court. Some of these abuses were possibly a result of a misunderstanding of the law, and some were justified by the slaveholders by the pregnancy of term slaves. In the latter cases, additional years were added to the terms of women in bondage who became pregnant while serving their twenty-eight year term, and their children were in turn registered as slaves.

So the generalization that the student makes about the people of Cumberland County and their attitudes about slavery seems to be a bit incongrous with other accounts of history.  In thinking about this while I was in PA, I realized that the history of the underground railroad in Boiling Springs was only briefly touched on in history class, and the extensive history of slave holding in PA was definitely not mentioned.  I realized that the heroism of those aiding enslaved people who had escaped is often identified by name, but that of the enslaved often remains anonymous. 

PA roadtrip video

7 of us went to see Ali in Pittsburgh and then I went further east to visit my parents for a couple of days.  Here are some videos from the trip:

On the way to Pgh, we stopped in Columbus so Rawny, Kevey, and I could skate the famous Dodge Skatepark.  This is a video of Rawny carving through the weird, rough, uneven concrete:

Walking back from Quiet Storm, we saw this friendly cat:

We went to this abandoned steel mill which is a really amazing place.  Chiara likened it to a cathedral, and the size and grandeur and almost ornate quality of all the pipes and towers is staggering in the same way that all the cathedrals were when I was in Europe this fall.  Its crazy how something that is not nearly as old can decay so much more quickly.  Leanne wrote a nice story about the steel mill in the latest issue of her zine, New to Everything.

Ladyman’s Cafe on Its Last Day

I just downloaded some video off of my recorder and found this clip that I took of Ladyman’s Cafe after I ate there on the last day that it was open. I really wanted to take video inside the cafe, to capture the crowdedness, the bustle, the overwhelming sense that this place really did mean something more to people than the space it inhabited or the food it served. But doing that felt like it would have been disrespectful, and a few seconds of grainy video can’t really save what we as a community have allowed to slip away.

damn

Chiara was poking around craigslist and found this post in the rants & raves section.  I don’t even know where to begin in thinking about this and how it’s scary and frustrating and sad, so I’m just going to start writing about it as I think about things or talk to others about it.

One thing that is noticeable is that the writer doesn’t seem totally ignorant of the existence of rest of the world, and it seems that the writer has traveled some.  It’s scary that a sense of the world being larger than yourself, or getting to see other places isn’t enough in  itself to escape one’s prejudices, and that your experiences in a foreign place can actually reaffirm or solidify those prejudices.

This part of the statement also stood out to me:

A lot of the students at IU are from Seoul, for example, which is basically like New York. If I lived in a city of 10 million people who all basically looked like me, I’d lose my mind and sure as hell wouldn’t be smiling at them.

I take this to be saying that Seoul is the size of New York but that everyone looks basically the same, which exposes this inability to recognize the difference in different groups of Asians or to ignore the combination of Asian (and other) cultures that surely exists in Seoul.  It’s frustrating, because although it’s nice to have a sense of soldarity with other Asians in the US, in some ways it reinforces this idea of a homogenous, singular Asian culture.

Asians and other foreigners:

First of all, you have to understand that OVERT racism is not only acceptable in east Asia, but encouraged and even taught in the schools. So it’s only natural that they would seek each other out first as social contacts. Having said that, some Asians desperately want to fit in and don’t know how. Someone should teach them the ropes, and I think as guests in the US it’s their job to acclimate to the culture. They should learn to smile at people in public, for their own good. Nice people who deserve to fit in and make friends but they just don’t know how. Changing a bit to fit in with the host culture also goes for all the fucking latinos that show up in this country and expect to be treated like prodigal children though they can’t be bothered to learn English, or pay taxes, or follow laws. If you think I’m just being a bigot, learn Spanish and talk to some Mexicans about their opinions on the subject. Better yet, go live in Mexico and experience firsthand the ghetto mentality that they are raised with. Secondly, in most countries it is considered weird to smile at strangers, especially on the street. In France, for example, I was told that only retarded people and perverts smile and say hello to strangers on the street. I’m assuming that it’s no different in China, Japan, Taiwan, and Korea. A lot of the students at IU are from Seoul, for example, which is basically like New York. If I lived in a city of 10 million people who all basically looked like me, I’d lose my mind and sure as hell wouldn’t be smiling at them. Finally, the social unit in almost all cultures is the family. Friends are entirely secondary and strangers are just a nuisance in daily life. Americans are much more mobile and I would say that college is much more a social time for us than for most foreigners, so we have the idea that everyone wants to meet everyone and get to know them. But for many foreigners, strangers are only tolerated, rarely trusted. At least until they get to know you, by some miracle or accident, and then they will treat you well.

Joe Lally of Fugazi, Push-Pull, Capillary Action @ Hospital. 8p. $7.

Sunday, January 14th @8pm — Hospital — $7 — All Ages!

Joe Lally (bass player of Fugazi)
http://www.joelally.com/ and http://www.myspace.com/joelallymusic

Push-Pull (bass players who listen to Fugazi)
http://www.myspace.com/pushpull
Capillary Action (band who is on tour with a guy from Fugazi)
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jgroth@gmail.com with any questions. See you there!

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