Yes, I’m talking about Lena Dunham again

Lena Dunham — whose show occupies a grey zone in my heart — woke up from the wrong side of the bed and decided that it was funny to put a scarf on her head and make a “fundamentalist” joke.

Image via thefrisky.com

I’m not sure why she thought this would be funny, but it happened. After a storm of criticism, she offered a kind-of apology, saying she “[d]idn’t realize what a bad time it was to make a joke like that.” 

Feministing wrote an interesting piece responding to the Dunham controversy, asking whether it matters that Dunham is a “casual racist,” whether we’re hard on her because she’s a woman, and whether the media is focusing too much on Dunham’s personal behaviour too much.

To which, I say: of course, it matters. First of all, I find the classification of “casual racism” a bit problematic — especially from a site like Feministing. Are we now differentiating racism by their degrees and saying “some” racism is okay? When? Who gets to decide that?

I’m not afraid to say I expect something more from Dunham than say, Charlie Sheen or the creators of Two and a Half Men. Why? Because the same media, which rips Dunham apart, keeps on touting her as a representative of my generation and an inspiration for young women. She’s the voice of my generation that’ll carry comedy forward, they say, and make relatable comedy for “women.” Okay, that’s great. If that is the case then, I’d like her to remain at least somewhat sensitive to the issues that affect all kinds of women.

Women that wear hijabs, for example.

On hoodies and mobilization

Photo by Lysanne Larose

This photo was taken this week at the McGill Law Faculty, in response to the death of  Trayyvon Martin, a 17-year-old boy who was shot dead while walking home from school. The “Wear Your Hoodie Days” at McGill were organized by Ngozi Okidegbe, a fellow 1L at the faculty. She explains her motivation on mobilizing McGill students here.

Of course, campaigns like this are never enough. and I’ve heard of criticisms like: are we making activism seem too easy? How do we account for the fact that a hoodie worn by affluent, middle-class, and white bodies will never appear suspicious, while a black skin under a hoodie will inevitably look more suspicious? Nevertheless, I think it’s an important start, to make people aware that racial profiling is alive and well in our very own backyard as well – I’m talking about incidents like a Montreal driver getting pulled over because his “Quebecois-sounding name” supposedly did not “match” his black skin.

Am I still a feminist?

 

The trailer for the film “Miss Representation” seems very promising in its exposure of media’s harmful effect on young women. I hope to see it in Montreal theatres soon. This also seems to have come at an appropriate time, right when I’m starting to doubt my own feminist orientation after an incident like the photo below:

Image from Racialicious.com

The recent controversy surrounding the NYC Slutwalk involved a white woman marched with a sign that said “Woman is N***** of the World” – after the John Lennon/Yoko Ono duet. According to this Racialicious post, a black woman did ask the protester to take the sign down – but not before many pictures had already been taken.

Lots of good responses have been circulating on the internet already, like this one from Crunk Feminist Collective, so I’ll try not to be redundant.

It’s disconcerting to me that it took a woman of colour to point out the problem of the message. It also troubles me to see that some people are defending the sign because apparently John and Yoko had no racist intent (and here we are, talking about intention again).

Ever since I was 19 I’ve been calling myself a feminist. Yet, these days I find myself qualifying that word – I’m a feminist interested in anti-racist work, I’m a feminist interested in LGBTQ rights also, etc. If mainstream feminism is so race-blind that it takes a woman of colour to correct it, then where is the hope? If I continue to call myself a feminist will I just be a smattering of “diversity” at the mostly-white table of big-league feminists? I also see the insidious mark of capitalism seeping in, where feminism is now about book deals and speaking engagements at universities and/or luncheons that aren’t very accessible to those who might need it the most. Has feminism been co-opted so much that it’s only about expanding one’s social capital rather than growing a strong society? The proliferation of faux-”empowerment” books for women that has not translated into more representation of women in leadership positions in society certainly seems to indicate that.  What have I, a 1.5-generation immigrant woman of colour, have actually done for women like me in the times I’ve called myself a feminist? Is it time to frame myself in another ‘-ism’ to actually give back to the community, rather than pat myself on the back for coming this far?

This month’s race-fails

Allegedly racist activities during frosh week at the Unversite de Montreal.

Photo by Anthony Morgan, published in the Montreal Gazette

The Université de Montréal made headlines this month thanks to its blackface incidents, where business students dressed up as “Jamaican sprinters.” Some were wearing green and yellow tracksuits, some were carrying monkey dolls, and some were carrying bananas. The incident was widely reported thanks to the McGill law student Anthony Morgan, who happened to be on campus that day. When some of the students saw him, they yelled “Look guys, we’ve got a real black!” and then chanted, “Smoke some weed! Yeah mon! Yeah mon!”

It is shocking to me that an orientation group thought this was a good idea in the first place – did nobody object to this idea? The University’s response to the incident is also disappointing, as they harken back to the tired intentionality argument – that nobody meant any harm, so there is none, right? – that’s more of an excuse than an apology.

Then there was the Vogue Nippon photoshoot, where model Crystal Renn was photographed with her eyes taped back. Threadbared did a great analysis of this already, but I want to reiterate how vague Renn’s explanation is on the reasons of taping her eyes. She does acknowledge that it makes her “become something else” as well as focusing on the “transformation” aspects of taping her eyes, yet is unwilling to say what exactly is being transformed by refusing to admit that taping one’s eyes back is not historically linked to yellowface (or “race drag” as the Threadbared authors call it). Again, we see the intentionality argument creeping up – race wasn’t on anyone’s mind – which is somehow supposed to nullify the result. This is a trend I find very disturbing and very linked to incidents of racism.

By creating a link between intention and outcome, racism becomes only visible to those who are racially “marked” – the ones who experience being racially “other” and thus a problem which does not concern those who are considered racially blank. By exonerating the problematic nature of an event with “good” intention, these incidents try to become “one-time” singular incidents and ignore the systemic and historical tradition of racism that has been happening for centuries. I hope that both the University and fashion magazines would take these incidents as lessons, but I feel a touch naive in saying so, and know that things like this will happen again. So what does that leave me with? Not much, I suppose  - except a question, “how can we teach the concept of racism from a young age so people recognize it?” and the hope that you, the few readers of this blog, walk away at least thinking  about racial stereotypes in our culture a little more critically.

Links Roundup: the awkward, the personal, the political, and the cyber-bullying

There were lots of good reads this week that I’d like to share with you:

Favourite new web series: The Mis-Adventures of Awkward Black Girl, created by Issa Rae.

Racialicious’s interracial dating roundtable series is a fascinating and eye-opening read from varying perspectives.

Earlier this week, Jack Layton passed away- a loss that still feels too surreal. As much as his humane and relatable image should be remembered, Noah Gataveckas reminds us that his political legacy must also be celebrated, and that we should not let mainstream media and conservative figures de-politicize Layton.

Actor Tristan D. Lalla and his film crew were subjected to racial profiling at a popular Montreal bar, St-Sulpice. He describes the incident here.

This is pretty old news in Korea, but a former rap star named EpikHigh (Dan Lee) was ostracized and bullied on suspicions of forging his Stanford credentials. The pretty extraordinary tale of extreme cyber “witch hunt” is recounted in Stanford Magazine.

 

Why the burqa ban in France matters to all of us

I was going to do an outfit post, then changed my mind once I realized the burqa ban in France goes into effect today. It somehow seems wrong for me to write about what I get to wear freely every day when there are other women who are put in jail for the exact same thing.

I have a few things to say about this. First of all, Nicolas Sarkozy’s statement that the ban is about women in France being “respected” or “personal dignity, particularly women’s dignity” (quoted in this Jezebel article on the ban) is not only grossly condescending to Muslim women, but highly problematic on other levels. By banning the burqa under the pretense of protecting women’s dignity, the French government is placing inherent value on a garment, rather than letting the individuals make meaning out of the garment on their own. So the underlying assumption here is that if you wear a burqa, you are an oppressed person who doesn’t know any better. This creates a false logic/binary of covering vs. not covering; as in, if being covered head to toe signifies oppression, showing skin – no matter what context – is liberatory. I think any critical thinker can tell that such logic does not work.

The ban not only has consequences for Muslim women directly, but also for Western women, or women who do not wear the burqa. Why? Because if we extend French government’s logic, any woman who wears X garment can be read in a certain way, and ONLY in that way. It takes away the power of self-representation from women, and the agency for women to signify themselves. Women wearing short skirts might be lacking dignity too, so why not just ban short skirts too? But the government won’t do such a thing because what the non-Muslims wear is their business. Only Muslim women have no clue how to think for themselves, and are blindly (and willingly) letting themselves to be oppressed. They couldn’t possibly be wearing the niqab or the burqa as an expression of their faith or their culture.

Of course, under the rhetoric of a creepy “father” figure protecting the Muslim women is the deeply conservative and anti-immigrant suspicion of France that is at work here. It troubles me to no end that when surveyed, citizens of various countries also supported the burqa ban (as explained at the bottom of this CNN article), displaying Western culture’s deeply problematic views on Muslim women.

[clip: Niqabitch, one of many protest groups that happened when the French Senate finalized the burqa ban]

Links Roundup: awesome (but excluded) female artists, and problematic beliefs in Mississippi

During the last couple of weeks, I’ve had the pleasure of profiling Montreal’s own fine poets for the “Women In Art” Q&A series. Oana Avasilichioaei is a Montreal-based poet who founded and curated the Atwater Poetry Project from 2003 to 2008, bringing poets from all over Canada and the United States. The second conversation features Branka Petrovic, who started writing poetry during her undergrad years at McGill, and continued her journey into poetry with an MA in Creative Writing and English Literature at Concordia University.

Meet Magda O: photographer extraordinaire, DJ, and feminist scholar who is researching on women electronic artists (she will soon be relocating to Montreal from her native Toronto to start a Ph.D. at Concordia. Yes!) The stats she posted some startling stats on how many (or how few) women participate in electronic music festivals for a documentary she’s working on caught my eye this week. Bottom line: things aren’t looking good for women electronic artists.

Amy Mihyang, a Korean-American writer now living in Seoul, is performing her one-woman play “between” about her life as an adoptee of American parents. Her birth parents – she reunited with them 6 years ago – will also be attendance. I wish I was in Seoul to catch this.

According to a recent PPP Poll, almost half of Mississippi Republican voters not only believe that interracial marriage is immoral, but also believe it should be illegal. In 2011.

How I made a room full of people inappropriately uncomfortable

On Thursday, I did something uncharacteristically bold and kind of out of place: I read a very personal prose-poem-blog post-thing I wrote a while back (slightly revised and shortened from the original version here) about the anxiety of life as a woman of colour, addressed to other young women of colour. It was during a monthly poetry reading, with three featured poets and guest open mic spots.

Great, right? Except for one thing: it was to a mostly white audience, with maybe 2 or 3 women of colour in the mix.

What I found most intriguing was the utter lack of reaction and the discomfort that I could see visibly from the audience members as I read through words like “institutionalized racism” and “white privilege.” I heard some audible shuffling and shifting in the seats as I described how I doubt the intentions or motivations of those who were attracted to me, and how I don’t really know if life will actually get better for women of colour. I saw one person actually looking kind of angry.

Some people came up to me and said that they “really liked my piece” but would not engage any more about the content, or asked me any questions about it. And some people walked past me, visibly avoiding eye contact – as though not acknowledging what just happened would make the fact that the daily reality of racism I just spoke about go away.

Then there was my own reaction. As I read through the piece, I started to wonder if this was the right place for me to be reading this – sandwiched between the white poets who mostly stayed impersonal (except for Adèle), discussing subjects like Ontario, Klimt art pieces and mathematicians, and watching a sea of uncomfortable white faces.

Which all then led to the ultimate question in my head: is this an appropriate place for me to read? Am I being inappropriate? Should I only be reading this and sharing this with other women of colour?

Then I remembered that:

1) I really hate the word “appropriate” (some of you might know this already)
2) The fact that I experienced some uncomfortable racism in my lifetime is definitely not appropriate or right, so why should I care that I’m being appropriate or not?
3) Instead of telling women of colour that their lives would be depressing, maybe it’s about time I tell others who may be perpetuating problems and heartaches for women of colour instead

So I read the piece all the way through, saw some people ignore me completely, and had a beer at Reservoir. Then at work the next day, I helped a student read through a short story about racism in Montreal. How appropriate?

Groupon is gross

Dear Groupon,

yes, I’m sure that the people of Tibet, who are under serious threat, would appreciate the fact that

a) North Americans appropriate their culture
b) while ignoring the seriousness of the political struggles
c) all for the benefit of a smug, insensitive white man who benefits from getting that Tibetan food in his swanky table in Chicago at 50% off.

After all, minority cultures are only good for making exotic foods, right? As long as they can “whip up a mean fish curry” to serve it to Timothy Hutton with a polite smile! Oh wait…this looks familiar…because it’s colonialism all over again.

Aren’t there “experts” in marketing that are paid to advise you that ads like this was a terrible idea? I have no background in marketing or business myself, but I could’ve told you that for free.

And now I’m seeing that the Groupon’s Facebook fan page helpfully points to a site to support Tibet’s charity. Ain’t that some quick damage control if I ever saw one!

Yours in disbelief,
Me

Links Friday: this week in censorship

The name of the game in news this week seems to be censorship.

First, there was the Mark Twain scandal with his book, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (with its dubious honour of having the “n-word” repeated 218 times in the book). In the New-South edition of the classic novel, the editor Alan Gribben replaced each instance of the n-word is with “slave.” Gribben also replaced the word “I-jun” with the proper spelling “Indian.”

However, most of the controversy surrounding the edition is focused on the decision to replace the n-word.

Gribben defends his choice by invoking Langston Hughes:

Apologists quite validly encourage readers to intuit the irony behind Huck’s ignorance and to focus instead on Twain’s larger satiric goals. Nonetheless, Langston Hughes made a forceful, lasting argument for omitting this incendiary word from all literature, from however well-intentioned an author. “Ironically or seriously, of necessity for the sake of realism, or impishly for the sake of comedy, it doesn’t matter,” explained Hughes. African Americans, Hughes wrote, “do not like it in any book or play whatsoever, be the book or play ever so sympathetic. . . . They still do not like it” (268–269).

[the rest of Gribben's writing is here, which is part of his introduction to the new edition]

Others fired back – one of the more forceful response is from Elon James White on Salon.com:

America is afraid of its past. Whether it’s how it treated Native Americans, women or black people, it is constantly trying to reframe, color or flat-out ignore major aspects of our history. America, in its constant obsession with being seen as “awesome,” will actively try to Photoshop its own historical portrait. The fear is that to acknowledge the past is to take the blame for it. If we take the word “nigger” out of the classic “Huckleberry Finn” then our kids won’t see it and then we don’t have to talk about it.

This quote also reminded me of the Japanese history textbook revision controversies, where the Japanese history textbooks actively omitted their bloody colonialist deeds in other Asian countries – including Korea and China, among others – in their history books.

Canada produced another censorship scandal this week when the Canadian Broadcast Standards Council decided this week that the British band Dire Strait’s song “Money for Nothing” has been deemed unacceptable for radio play, unless the word “f-ggot” in the song was bleeped out. I was in my mom’s car listening to AM radio when I heard the news, and right after the news was announced, a slew of angry callers wanted to contest the ban, often arguing about people being too sensitive about words and how the decision demonstrated that political correctness had gone too far.

I’ve been thinking about these controversies for a couple of days. My initial reaction to the two news items was that I agreed more with the CBSC’s decision to bleep out the f-word from the Dire Strait song than the revision of Huck Finn. Why? To me, it made sense that an offensive word would be blurred out, but it seemed more wrong somehow to actively revise an offensive word. I’m not saying this is logical; that’s simply how I reacted first. But after reading White’s argument, I feel more persuaded to let these artifacts of the past speak for themselves, where the onus falls more on the educators (and other public personalities, perhaps) to frame such material in a responsible manner so that the consumers of that material can (vicariously) experience the injustice of the past and not forget the terrible injustices that happened back then.

Then again, I am neither African-American, nor a sexual minority. I can never claim to understand how those words feel accurately – so I am wary of Roger Ebert-like sentiments (though I do love most of his tweets, just not this one). How can we, the outsiders, decide what’s okay and what’s not, when it comes to racial and sexual slurs?

[Image: the controversial edition of Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn: The NewSouth Edition, from NewSouthBooks.com]

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