Sara Ahmed, Queer Use, 2018.
Gabriele Stötzer, Ich unter euch, 2014, S. 66.
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Hurston’s statement has been played out on he
big screen by Serena and Venus: they win sometimes (…)
and through it all and evident to all were those
people who are enraged they are there at all –
graphite against a sharp white background.
Claudia Rankine, Citizen, 2014, S.26.
Oh my God, I didn’t see you.
You must be in a hurry, you offer.
No, no, no, I really didn’t see you.
Claudia Rankine, Citizen, 2014, S. 77.
Gabriele Stötzer, Ich unter euch, 2014, S.67.
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For Serena, the daily diminishment is a low flame, a constant drip.
Every look, every comment, every bad call blossoms out of history,
through her, onto you. To understand is to see Serena as hemmed
in as any other black body thrown against our American background.
Claudia Rankine, Citizen, 2014, S.32.
What does a victorious or defeated black woman’s body in a historically white space look like? Serena and her big sister Venus Williams brought to mind Zora Neale Hurston’s „I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.“ This appropriated line (…) seemed to be ad copy for some aspect of life for all black bodies.
Claudia Rankine, Citizen, 2014, S. 25.
Paul B. Preciado, Countersexual Manifesto, 2018, S. 35.
Countersexual society shall establish the principles of a countersexual architecture.
Paul B. Preciado, Countersexual Manifesto, 2018, S. 38.
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Perhaps this is how racism feels no matter the context –randomly the rules everyone else gets to play by no longer apply to you, and to call this out by calling out „I swear to God!“ is to be called insane, crass, crazy. Bad sportsmanship.
Claudia Rankine, Citizen, 2014, S. 30.
When you arrive in your driveway and turn off the car,
you remain behind the wheel another ten minutes.
You fear the night is being locked in and coded on a cellular
level and want time to function as a power wash.
Sitting there staring at the closed garage door you are
reminded that a friend once told you there exists the
medical term –John Henryism– for people exposed to stresses
stemming from racism.
(…)
You hope by sitting in silence you are bucking the trend.
Claudia Rankine, Citizen, 2014, S. 11.
Paul B. Preciado, Countersexual Manifesto, 2018, S. 34.
Am Ende der Straße steht das Ufo.
Mia Göhring, Flirren, S. 169.
Claudia Rankine, Citizen, 2014, S. 34.
Paul B. Preciado, Countersexual Manifesto, 2018, S. 32.
Paul B. Preciado, Countersexual Manifesto, 2018, S. 35.
Again Serena’s frustrations,
her disappointments,
exist within a system you
understand not to try to
understand in any fair-minded
way because to do so is to
understand the erasure if the
self as systemic, as ordinary.
Claudia Rankine, Citizen, 2014, S.32.
Again Serena’s frustrations, her disappointments, exist within a system you understand not to try to understand in any fair-minded way because to do so is to understand the erasure if the self as systemic, as ordinary. (32)
For Serena, the daily diminishment is a low flame, a constant drip. Every look, every comment, every bad call blossoms out of history, through her, onto you. To understand is to see Serena as hemmed in as any other black body thrown against our American background. (32)
Oh my God, I didn’t see you.
You must be in a hurry, you offer.
No, no, no, I really didn’t see you. (77)
What does a victorious or defeated black woman’s body in a historically white space look like? Serena and her big sister Venus Williams brought to mind Zora Neale Hurston’s „I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.“ This appropriated line (…) seemed to be ad copy for some aspect of life for all black bodies. (25)
Hurston’s statement has been played out on he big screen by Serena and Venus: they win sometimes (…) and through it all and evident to all were those people who are enraged they are there at all – graphite against a sharp white background. (26)
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In any case, it is difficult not to think that if Serena lost context by abandoning all rules of civility, it could be because her body, trapped in racial imaginary, trapped in disbelief –code for being black in America– is being governed not by the tennis match she is participating in but by a collapsed relationship that had promised to play by the rules. (30)
Perhaps this is how racism feels no matter the context –randomly the rules everyone else gets to play by no longer apply to you, and to call this out by calling out „I swear to God!“ is to be called insane, crass, crazy. Bad sportsmanship. (30)
When you arrive in your driveway and turn off the car, you remain behind the wheel another ten minutes. You fear the night is being locked in and coded on a cellular level and want time to function as a power wash. Sitting there staring at the closed garage door you are reminded that a friend once told you there exists the medical term –John Henryism– for people exposed to stresses stemming from racism. (…) You hope by sitting in silence you are bucking the trend. (11)
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… Serena is informed by [the Brit Piers] Morgan [after her 2012 Olympic victory] that he was planing on calling her victory dance „the Serena Shuffle“; however, he has learned from the American press that it is a Crip Walk, a gangster dance. (34)