Showing posts with label Angela Davis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Angela Davis. Show all posts
Saturday, 2 May 2015
Sunday, 2 November 2014
From Michael Brown to Assata Shakur, the racist state of America persists
Although racist state
violence has been a consistent theme in the history of people of African
descent in North America, it has become especially noteworthy during the
administration of the first African-American president, whose very election was
widely interpreted as heralding the advent of a new, postracial era.
Friday, 11 July 2014
"My Political Life Has Been Informed by the Struggle in South Africa" - Angela Davis
Ainehi Edoro: 60 intellectuals. One bus. 47 hours of road
time. And the theme: "The Archives of the Non-Racial." What is your
sense of what this intellectual project is about?
Angela Davis: The project
is informed by place and space. This was the attraction for me---our movement
from Johannesburg to Swaziland to the Eastern Cape to the Western Cape. I have
visited South Africa on three other occasions, but this is the first that I’ve
been able to acquire a real sense of space. Of course, it also has to do with
the kinds of conversations that have been happening around the question of race
and political struggle. I was primarily interested in this project because most
of my political life, which is most of my life, has been informed by the
struggle in South Africa.
Sunday, 29 June 2014
Friday, 7 March 2014
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
An Open Letter to My Sister, Miss Angela Davis
November 19, 1970
Dear Sister:
One might have hoped that, by this hour, the very sight of chains
on black flesh, or the very sight of chains, would be so intolerable a sight
for the American people, and so unbearable a memory, that they would themselves
spontaneously rise up and strike off the manacles. But, no, they appear to
glory in their chains; now, more than ever, they appear to measure their safety
in chains and corpses. And so, Newsweek, civilized defender of the
indefensible, attempts to drown you in a sea of crocodile tears (“it remained
to be seen what sort of personal liberation she had achieved”) and puts you on
its cover, chained.
You look exceedingly alone—as alone, say, as the Jewish
housewife in the boxcar headed for Dachau, or as any one of our ancestors,
chained together in the name of Jesus, headed for a Christian land.
Thursday, 24 November 2011
Saturday, 8 October 2011
Monday, 22 August 2011
Masked Racism: Reflections on the Prison Industrial Complex
by Angela Davis, History is a Weapon
Imprisonment has become the response of first resort to far too many of the social problems that burden people who are ensconced in poverty. These problems often are veiled by being conveniently grouped together under the category "crime" and by the automatic attribution of criminal behavior to people of color. Homelessness, unemployment, drug addiction, mental illness, and illiteracy are only a few of the problems that disappear from public view when the human beings contending with them are relegated to cages.
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
Angela Davis: An Autobiography
First published in 1974, when Angela
Davis was 28, this is as fine a memoir of the 60s and 70s as you'll
find. More than that, its a journey from a childhood on Dynamite Hill in
Birmingham, Alabama to one of the most significant political trials of
the 20th century; from political activity in a New York high school to
the Soledad brothers; from the faculty of the Philosophy Dept. at UCLA
to the FBI's list of the Ten Most Wanted Fugitives. A powerful and
commanding story told with warmth, brilliance, humor, and conviction.
And with a new introduction by the author.
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Women, Race and Class
Angela Davis, 1981, Marxists Internet Archive
The countless chores collectively known as “housework” – cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, making beds, sweeping, shopping etc. – apparently consume some three to four thousand hours of the average housewife’s year.[1] As startling as this statistic may be, ir does not even account for the constant and unquantifiable attention mothers must give to their children. Just as a woman’s maternal duties are always taken for granted, her never-ending toil as a housewife rarely occasions expressions of appreciation within her family. Housework, after all, is virtually invisible: “No one notices it until it isn’t done – we notice the unmade bed, not the scrubbed and polished floor."[2] Invisible, repetitive, exhausting, unproductive, uncreative – these are the adjectives which most perfectly capture the nature of housework.
The countless chores collectively known as “housework” – cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, making beds, sweeping, shopping etc. – apparently consume some three to four thousand hours of the average housewife’s year.[1] As startling as this statistic may be, ir does not even account for the constant and unquantifiable attention mothers must give to their children. Just as a woman’s maternal duties are always taken for granted, her never-ending toil as a housewife rarely occasions expressions of appreciation within her family. Housework, after all, is virtually invisible: “No one notices it until it isn’t done – we notice the unmade bed, not the scrubbed and polished floor."[2] Invisible, repetitive, exhausting, unproductive, uncreative – these are the adjectives which most perfectly capture the nature of housework.
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