Danielle Bowler says that
multiple identities have multiple, concomitant sites of oppression. Eyewitness News
There is a passage from
Staceyann Chin’s essay Falling for Bob Marley that will always stay with me. It
is indelibly marked on my consciousness, read at a time when I was a university
student trying to understand the world and my place in it. That issue of place
is fundamentally important, as contemplating your fit (or ill fit, more
precisely) in a world designed for certain people will inevitably turn to
questions of identity. This question is the through-line in Chin’s essay, as
she contemplates the factors that led to her sitting a Brooklyn bar on a rainy,
autumn day, instead of in the place of her birth. She writes:
“If I were heterosexual,
I would still be in Kingston, eating jerk fish from Island Grill, and drinking
a cold Red Stripe Light. But I am an out lesbian, so reality pounds icy on the
windows of my New York City. Mixed green salad, chamomile tea, salmon and cream
cheese on everything-bagel. I am in political exile. Self-imposed, necessary,
difficult.”