The essays in Wendy S. Walters’ collection Multiply/Divide grapple with heavy themes of race, gender, and class in contemporary America, urging the reader to look deep into our nation’s past to identify the roots of present-day inequities. Walters writes a mix of memoir and fiction, taking us through both troubling personal narratives and stories that read as if occurring in slightly altered versions of our own world. Set in cities across the country and dealing with a host of current social concerns, the thirteen essays in this collection vary significantly in terms of subject matter; however, I found that some of the core themes addressed in Walters’ introductory piece cut across each of the subsequent works and bring us to the heart of the book’s overall message.
In the first of the collection’s essays, “Lonely in America,” Walters details her attempts to reckon with her family’s history of enslavement, interweaving memoir with references to contemporary and historical national events. Early in the essay she notes how her “cultural memory of slavery,” much like that held by many Americans, “suggests that [it] was primarily a Southern phenomenon, one confined to the borders of plantations” either long since torn down or transformed into “nostalgic, sentimentalized tourist attractions” (2). The subsequent pages challenge this notion, pointing both to the North’s culpability as well as the effects of centuries of human bondage that have been passed down to the present day.
One story running through the essay is that of Walters’ grandmother, living in New Orleans in the years before and after Hurricane Katrina. Walters takes us into her grandmother’s home after the hurricane’s destruction, documenting the damage done by a storm whose effects fell heaviest on the city’s poorest Black residents. The following scene is set at a local cemetery, where the author seeks to reassure herself that amidst the high waters and winds of the storm, “our people hadn’t floated away” (8 - 9). The theme of lost burial places runs throughout the essay, as Walters’ interest in the forgotten history of New England slavery takes her to two Rhode Island town with centuries-old African cemeteries. Much to her concern, she finds that these sites have been lost to time, now unmarked or entirely built over. Their removal from the region’s geography suggests a parallel erasure of the traumas of slavery from Northern historical memory.
Alongside the historical and political implications of slavery’s centuries-long and nationwide grasp, “Lonely in America” also brings to light the effects on contemporary individuals of generations’-worth of communal trauma. Walters initially discusses her feelings of loneliness after her return from New Orleans, a depression that she found “came from having a profound sense of disconnection from what I thought America was, and who, in that context I knew myself to be…[it] seemed to emanate from a place that preceded my own memory and stretched across time into a future that extended far beyond my vision” (9). A century and a half after the official end of American slavery, the institution still weighs painfully on the backs of those forced to contend with our nation’s blindness to the reality of its historical (and contemporary) brutality.
The themes raised in Multiply/Divide’s opening essay are woven across the following pieces that take up such varied topics as food deserts, crime shows, and mixed-race parenting. Throughout the collection, Walters contends with the force of history on the present-day, directing us to consider the social, political, and psychological impact of American white, male supremacy. I find this particularly relevant in light of my own service, where I am confronted regularly by the contemporary effects of our country’s history of physical and institutional violence against marginalized peoples. Reckoning with addiction or mental illness is not simply a matter of understanding an individual’s present condition, or even just events that took place within their lifetime; rather, a full picture is painted only by coming to terms with the whole weight of our national past.