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184 pages, Hardcover
First published December 6, 2018
“What does it feel like when analytics that one imagines as one’s own—such as intersectionality—become popularized, institutionalized, ossified? How does one come to imagine an analytic, method, or tool as one’s own? What does it feel like when one’s scholarly work becomes termed a “buzzword” or is mobilized by universities in ways that feel at odds with one’s own work? And what does it mean to feel that the symbols of one’s body and intellectual production have become the cornerstone of women’s studies programmatic ambitions and wills to institutionalism?”
A major turning point in my understanding of Black feminist politics was the Will Smith-Chris Rock slap. Seeing online Black feminist content creators cannibalise the production of meaning in the aftermath and insist that it must be understood primarily as a political narrative of a Black man protecting a Black woman from misogynoir and ableism, more so than an interpersonal dispute involving three people, was one of the first times that I felt so at odds with other Black feminists. Underneath the claim that Rock’s joke was a shining example of how Black women are casually dehumanized, underneath the censorship of any voice that dared to interrogate Smith’s slap as paternalistic and patriarchal were serious affective charges. I felt the sense that for a lot of Black women the sight of a Black man ‘defending his Black wife’s honour’ was simply a refreshing image that felt both cathartic and karmic, and that Black feminist language had become a mere rhetorical tool to defend the glory of that image. I realised that as Black feminists sometimes the way we feel and the “stories we tell” can shroud all else.
Nash has established herself as a thinker that is particularly keen to Black feminist feelings and the way they can sometimes shroud Black feminist ethos of open debate, truth-seeking etc. In Black Feminism Reimagined she takes a critical lens to feelings around intersectionality (often seen as Black feminism’s greatest contribution) and its movement outside of Black feminism, theorising that feelings of defensiveness and ownership structure logics that seek to absolve intersectionality of any critique, claim its universality, and simultaneously claim that its movement is a form of expropriation. She further argues that this movement outside Black feminism has been mobilised by views of intersectionality as a corrective to ‘white feminism’ which aids a culture in which the bodies of Black female academics are constantly called upon to symbolically bear witness to departments of women’s studies 'inclusivity', which she argues fuels these feelings of defensiveness. In doing so, she theorizes Black feminism as an emotional site, something that we feel as well as practice:
“What does it feel like when analytics that one imagines as one’s own—such as intersectionality—become popularized, institutionalized, ossified? How does one come to imagine an analytic, method, or tool as one’s own? What does it feel like when one’s scholarly work becomes termed a “buzzword” or is mobilized by universities in ways that feel at odds with one’s own work? And what does it mean to feel that the symbols of one’s body and intellectual production have become the cornerstone of women’s studies programmatic ambitions and wills to institutionalism?”
She instead calls for feelings of ‘love’ as opposed to ownership to come into Black feminism’s engagement with intersectionality, which would facilitate an affective openness to vulnerability and sharing with other fields.
I cannot overstate how much I love Nash’s writing style and the way she structures her arguments. It doesn’t feel like she is belittling Black feminist feelings, it never feels like a malignant slam dunk. I rarely cite other reviewers, but I feel this is so apt that I can’t help but repeat it – the tone feels like “eavesdropping on a family dispute”. She strikes a marvellous middle ground between writing formally/academically and being approachable to readers outside the academy. Her arguments are well substantiated, and I will definitely be sitting with the thought of the affects and defensiveness of Black feminism for a while.
I feel like I need to chew on the idea put forth in the fourth chapter on somewhat embracing and reorienting the law to feel differently about Black women. I tend to agree with more anti-state critiques that locate the state as a site of racist and misogynoiristic violence and I am not sure it is fully argued here why those presumptions are unfounded. However, I am still giving it an imperfect 5 stars. This one of those theory books that feel like a lifted veil, or a sigh of relief and I hope that it invigorates the intended effect of creating more dynamic debate around intersectionality, its possible limitations and the future of Black feminism.