“I thought I could drink all my [losses &] sorrows away. But then I found that they could swim.”
—Tranquilino, survivor of Las Ceres massacre in Guatemala on NPR Today.
“I thought I could drink all my [losses &] sorrows away. But then I found that they could swim.”
—Tranquilino, survivor of Las Ceres massacre in Guatemala on NPR Today.
“The boys’ father, a devoutly religious man, did not defend his sons’ behavior, but offered an explanation… ‘This is what happens after you’re obliged to tell your children that justice here doesn’t function as it should, that the courts refused to castigate the most horrendous crimes of a horrendous dictatorship.’ In other words, Argentinean justice is not merely corrupt, but corrupting.”
—Marguerite Feitlowitz, “a lexicon of terror: Argentina and the legacies of torture.”
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Henry Ossawa Tanner
The Banjo Lesson 1893
Oil on canvas 49 x 35 in
Hampton University Museum, VirginiaIn 1893, Tanner painted this work while in Philadelphia, to which he had returned from Paris to recover from typhoid fever. The Banjo Lesson was one of two genre paintings Tanner produced at a time in which poor southern blacks, still scarred by slavery, are presented with unsentimental dignity. The reserve of Tanner’s subjects departs from the traditional image of the gregarious black performer. The Banjo Lesson was painted three years before the Supreme Court decision Plessy v. Ferguson (1896), during a period when whites were committing lynchings and other crimes of intimidation to reestablish racial separation in the South.
In this quiet scene a young boy is cradled in the arms of an older black man who holds up the neck of the banjo—an instrument too large for the boy to support. The boy tentatively strums the banjo with his awkwardly cocked right hand, while his left hand struggles with fingering. The two figures form a tight compositional and emotional unit, thoroughly absorbed in their world. They are situated in a simple, scrubbed domestic interior, the remains of a meal just eaten visible on the table in the background. An internal radiance sets off the massive dark brow and head of the man and illuminates the face of the young boy, a study in concentration. Knees spread wide, the man frames the boy in a metaphor of protection, tradition, and the bond furnished by music as it is passed from generation to generation. Tanner may have drawn this subject on travels to North Carolina before returning to Paris. As the art historian Judith Wilson has pointed out, Tanner transforms the conventional view of blacks as innately musical by emphasizing the role of teaching the transmission of black cultural forms. The young boy’s face is illuminated from the left, in a traditional metaphor of enlightenment. In their embrace of vernacular subjects, these works by Tanner look forward to twentieth-century black artists who explored the place of tradition in black cultural identity.
—Angela L. Miller, et al., American Encounters: Art, History, and Cultural Identity (2008)
I always remember this painting (well, a reproduction) hanging in my parents house. What a gift to be introduced to art as natural & human.
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Maria Bamford (via yeshairy)
Putting the “BAMF” in Bamford.
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David Cole in a NY Books piece on the lack of accountability for torture in the United States and the recent dismissal of the lawsuit brought by Jose Padilla against John Yoo. (via thepoliticalnotebook)
(Source: nybooks.com)
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29 Black People Have Been Killed by Police/Security Since Jan 2012: 16 Since Trayvon
Twenty-eight Black People (27 Men and 1 Female) Killed by Police Officials, Security Guards, and Self-Appointed “Keepers of the Peace” between January 1, 2012 and March 31, 2012
Stay woke.
“‘what you have to understand,’ says Sergio, ‘is that this was not a ‘radical’ project in the sense that they understood it. We were trying to right a radical wrong.’”
—Sergio Tomasella in Feitlowitz’ A Lexicon of Terror: Argentina and the legacies of torture.
Flight of the giant cloud birds