Anderson’s book is an interesting, enthralling look at life in inner-city Philadelphia. His ethnographic portraits of how individuals navigate life in an extremely poor, all African American neighborhood are important, powerful, and add to our understanding of inner-city experiences and the legacy of slavery and the ongoing existence of racism and racial segregation.
However, the book has a few problems, most of which revolve around gender and Anderson’s attention to it.
“Code of the Street” is a book where masculinity is everywhere and nowhere at once. It is everywhere because the vast majority of the people that he profiles are men. So the book centers around their lives; women are often absent or peripheral. And yet masculinity is nowhere because Anderson apparently has no knowledge of gender or feminist theory.
Having most of his informants be men would not be a problem if he would actually talk about why this is the case (presumably because, as an African American man, he had much easier access to African American men in the Philadelphia community that he studied). Certainly, masculinity studies are incredibly important, and we can only understand why and how men got into the mess that they’re in by studying them. But Anderson’s lack of explanation leads the reader to wonder if his lack of focus on women springs from his lack of concern with their lives and experiences. Why is it that women are most prevalent only in the chapters on pregnancy/dating/childbirth and grandmothering? Certainly women have more to contribute to his story than just that. What are women’s lives like when they aren’t acting as auxiliaries to men? It does not seem that Anderson was intentional in his focus on men. While I understand that he is writing a mainstream, non-academic book, a few brief sentences in his introductory chapter would have been sufficient to explain the relative absence of women from his text.
The second problem is his seeming complete inability to critically analyze gender. The men in his book have lives steeped in gender -- sexism, misogyny, homophobia, self- and other-policing, violence, hatred, compulsory heterosexuality, and prison. Yet the term “masculinity” makes very few appearances in this text. And it’s not until page 311 that I noticed the term “sexism” show up anywhere. Without an overt gender/feminist analysis, Anderson misses critical points and potentially insightful analysis that isn’t available through other theoretical frameworks. Why is it, for instance, that men are able to police each other’s behavior so effectively? Why are the men in his book so terrified of not appearing strong? Why does the appearance of strength mean that one is masculine? How is it that particular kinds of masculinity are allowed to “triumph” over others in this (or any other) community? Who helps perpetuate those images and stereotypes? Why are women relegated to the home and not allowed on the street in the same way that men are? While Anderson is well-versed in criticizing racism and classism, it appears that sexism and masculinity are not one of his concerns. A feminist or gender analysis could have answered all of those questions. His work is so much the poorer for leaving that out.
True, Anderson’s book was published in 1999. But there was a solid 35 years of contemporary feminist scholarship out there by that point -- not to mention reams of historical scholarship. And while masculinity studies was still young, it certainly existed and was a burgeoning field. So Anderson cannot claim that no one else was doing critical analyses of masculinity at that time. The absence of it from his book is extremely frustrating and leaves many, many questions unanswered.
Finally, I wish that Anderson would have focused more on structural issues within the context of his ethnographic writing. While he sprinkles throughout the book small mentions of structural reasons underlying the problems in his chosen Philadelphia community, it is not until the end of the last chapter that he really gets into what happened and what needs to change so that the situation can be ameliorated. Unfortunately, I am concerned that his individual-level focus in the rest of the book risks perpetuating the racism of white readers who will see a bunch of dysfunctional, violent, drug-using African American men profiled (with a few women thrown in for good measure) and have all of their stereotypes and fears of “inner-city blacks” confirmed.
Anderson’s book could have been amazing. But it lacks several critical components that, in my mind, keep it in the category of mediocre scholarship. I hope that his subsequent work has improved upon “Code of the Street.”