Posts tagged black women.

"Giving a Face to Black Queer Identity" (via hyperallergic) ›

dirtylibrarianthoughts:

A wonderful piece on Zanele Muholi at hyperallergic. In talking about queer photography and queer artists, names that come up tend to be overwhelmingly white and from the U.S. or Europe. Considering the amount of queer photographers out there in the world, all of whom may or may not be working with specifically queer issues, it is great that Muholi’s work, which focuses entirely on black queer women and black queer identities, is getting more attention.

sooolondon:

Photographer: Joy Gregory—Autoportrait, 1990/ Autograph ABP

Description:

A set of nine black and white self portraits commissioned by Autograph ABP, first exhibited as part of the Autoportaits group show in 1990, which presented new work by seven international photographers centered on the notion of self-representation by Stuart Hall entitled Black Narcissus.

(via thisisblackwomen)

And it seems to me that the strength that should come from Black feminism means that I can, without fear, love and respect all men who are willing and able, without fear, to love and respect me. In short, if acquiring my self-determination is part of a worldwide, inevitable and righteous movement, then I should be willing and able to embrace more and more of the whole world without fear and also without self-sacrifice. This means that as a Black feminist I cannot be expected to respect what somebody else calls self-love if that concept of self-love requires my self-destruction to any degree. This holds true whether that somebody else is male, female, Black or white. My Black feminism means that you cannot expect me to respect what somebody else identifies as the Good of the People if that so-called Good (often translated as ‘manhood’ or ‘family’ or ‘nationalism’) requires the deferral or diminution of my self-fulfillment. We, Blacks and women, are the people. And, as Black women, we are most of the people, any people. Therefore, nothing that is good for the people is actually good unless it is good for me and my people, as I, as we, determine our own lives.

June Jordan, “Where Is The Love?” (1978), re-printed in Making Face, Making Soul Haciendo Caras: Creative and Critical Perspectives by Feminist of Color, Ed. Gloria Anzaldua. (via agradschoolbreakup)

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akeem:

Elles World (Quelques illustrations du travail de Zanele Muholi)

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(via themindofphife)

novamatic:

I had to make this because I was planning to write an extended rant about the long-standing obsession with dehumanizing, de-feminizing, disrespecting, marginalizing and silencing Black women, but I honestly don’t know what I can add to the discussion at this point. Re-blog if you adore Black Women.