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256 pages, Paperback
Published September 24, 2024
‘Writing history one ethnic or racial channel at a time was, and is, a necessary corrective to the erasures of the stories and contributions of people of colour. But when we tell the story of a community that way, we can miss all sorts of human-created complexity; it’s like listening to a symphony in which each musician enters the concert hall and plays the entirety of their contribution to the work separately and then leaves the stage for the next musician to play their part. What emerges is something less beautiful and less compelling than the act of cooperation and coordination you can hear when all the musicians perform onstage together.’
‘I visited a San Francisco art gallery that a photojournalist and artist had filled with black-and-white images of Mexicans and others being tied up and hustled away by the Border Patrol south of San Diego. This was in the mid-1980s, long before any fence or wall was built there. The detained immigrants had the startled expressions of children caught misbehaving, or confused peasants caught up in a modern legal system they couldn’t hope to understand. One handcuffed woman wore a shirt that bore the words HIGH LIFE. The photograph reveled in the irony. I told the photographer I objected to the quantity and monotony of the images, which hit the same pathetic and melodramatic note over and over. To mount them on a wall and call it art was offensive, I told him. Each of his subjects possessed a personality he had failed to capture. “Dude, this isn’t who they are,” I said. “This isn’t who we are.”
Three decades later, visuals of immigrant suffering have become the dominant representation of Latino people in United States journalism. We see Latino men and women detained at street corners, locked inside pens, weeping as they say farewell to their children before surrendering to the authorities who will deport them. The relationship between those stark images and the reality of Latino life is analogous to the relationship between pornography and literature. Like pornography, these images are meant to give the viewer dominance over their subjects; they portray brown people who are docile and submissive, aliens to the orderly and affluent rule of white America.’
‘An interviewer once asked me when I was happiest: “When I see my children reading” was my answer. I feel deep emotion when I hear my sons and daughter engage in witty wordplay, or when I hear them discuss matters of history and art, because I can remember the Latin American poverty and illiteracy in my family’s near past, and because I have seen my own family members humbled and humiliated by the micro- and macro-aggressions of racism in the present.’