Blue and Black: Stories of Police Violence is a zine created by Rachel Marie-Crane Williams and supported by Project NIA, which aims to end juvenile incarceration. It offers real-life examples of racial profiling, police discrimination based on sexual orientation, and why immigrants will almost never report domestic violence. To see the full zine, which can be downloaded for free, click HERE.
Maya Mackrandilal Sheath IV (2014)
1. Diversity is not the inclusion of those not from New York. Diversity isn’t more white women. Diversity isn’t safe art. Diversity isn’t black bodies put on display by white artists.
2. You don’t get to appropriate diversity as a buzzword for your PR work. Besides, we know how to count:
—There is one black female artist (we refuse to count your fictional black female artist)
—You put the two Puerto Ricans in the basement …
—HOWDOYOUSAYYAMINAFRICAN is a collective of 38 mostly black & queer artists but barely gets treated as one artist. How amazing would it be if their 38 people counted as 38 people at the Whitney, which would accord them 40% of the museum’s space? They have been allotted an “evolving” temporary screening slot. They are the largest collective in the Biennial yet their real estate is virtually nonexistent.
The BFAMFAPhD project describes its concerns as the “impact of debt, rent, and precarity on the lives of creative people,” and hope that this project will “make media and connect viewers to existing organizing work.” They made a short video that explains its findings:
“I would also argue that the institutions of both mainstream and avant-garde poetry accept poets of color based on how they address race. Mainstream poetry is rather pernicious in awarding quietist minority poets who assuage quasi-white liberal guilt rather than challenge it. They prefer their poets to praise rather than excoriate, to write sanitized, easily understood personal lyrics on family and ancestry rather than make sweeping institutional critiques. But the avant-gardists prefer their poets of color to be quietest as well, paying attention to poems where race—through subject and form—is incidental, preferably invisible, or at the very least, buried.”