"But there was nothing about the little, low-rambling, more or less identical homes of Northumberland Estates to interest or to haunt, no chance of loot that would be any more than the ordinary, waking-world kind the cops hauled you in for taking; no small immunities, no possibilities for hidden life or otherworldly presence; no trees, secret routes, shortcuts, culverts, thickets that could be made hollow in the middle – everything in the place was right out in the open, everything could be seen at a glance; and behind it, under it, around the corners of its houses and down the safe, gentle curves of its streets, you came back, you kept coming back, to nothing; nothing but the cheerless earth."
Thomas Pynchon, "The Secret Integration"

This is Ian Mathers' Tumblr. I live in Canada. I've written about music and other things for Stylus, PopMatters, Resident Advisor, the Village Voice, and a few other places. Hi.



So anyway, I was having this argument with my father about Martin Luther King and how his message was too conservative compared to Malcolm X’s message. My father got really angry at me. It wasn’t that he disliked Malcolm X, but his point was that Malcolm X hadn’t accomplished anything as Dr. King had.

I was kind of sarcastic and asked something like, so what did Martin Luther King accomplish other than giving his “I have a dream speech.”

Before I tell you what my father told me, I want to digress. Because at this point in our amnesiac national existence, my question pretty much reflects the national civic religion view of what Dr. King accomplished. He gave this great speech. Or some people say, “he marched.” I was so angry at Mrs. Clinton during the primaries when she said that Dr. King marched, but it was LBJ who delivered the Civil Rights Act.

At this point, I would like to remind everyone exactly what Martin Luther King did, and it wasn’t that he “marched” or gave a great speech.

My father told me with a sort of cold fury, “Dr. King ended the terror of living in the south.”

Please let this sink in and and take my word and the word of my late father on this. If you are a white person who has always lived in the U.S. and never under a brutal dictatorship, you probably don’t know what my father was talking about.

But this is what the great Dr. Martin Luther King accomplished. Not that he marched, nor that he gave speeches.

He ended the terror of living as a black person, especially in the south.

I’m guessing that most of you, especially those having come fresh from seeing The Help, may not understand what this was all about. But living in the south (and in parts of the midwest and in many ghettos of the north) was living under terrorism.

It wasn’t that black people had to use a separate drinking fountain or couldn’t sit at lunch counters, or had to sit in the back of the bus.

You really must disabuse yourself of this idea. Lunch counters and buses were crucial symbolic planes of struggle that the civil rights movement used to dramatize the issue, but the main suffering in the south did not come from our inability to drink from the same fountain, ride in the front of the bus or eat lunch at Woolworth’s.

It was that white people, mostly white men, occasionally went berserk, and grabbed random black people, usually men, and lynched them. You all know about lynching. But you may forget or not know that white people also randomly beat black people, and the black people could not fight back, for fear of even worse punishment.

This constant low level dread of atavistic violence is what kept the system running. It made life miserable, stressful and terrifying for black people.

White people also occasionally tried black people, especially black men, for crimes for which they could not conceivably be guilty. With the willing participation of white women, they often accused black men of “assault,” which could be anything from rape to not taking off one’s hat, to “reckless eyeballing.”

This is going to sound awful and perhaps a stain on my late father’s memory, but when I was little, before the civil rights movement, my father taught me many, many humiliating practices in order to prevent the random, terroristic, berserk behavior of white people. The one I remember most is that when walking down the street in New York City side by side, hand in hand with my hero-father, if a white woman approached on the same sidewalk, I was to take off my hat and walk behind my father, because he had been taught in the south that black males for some reason were supposed to walk single file in the presence of any white lady.

This was just one of many humiliating practices we were taught to prevent white people from going berserk.

I remember a huge family reunion one August with my aunts and uncles and cousins gathered around my grandparents’ vast breakfast table laden with food from the farm, and the state troopers drove up to the house with a car full of rifles and shotguns, and everyone went kind of weirdly blank. They put on the masks that black people used back then to not provoke white berserkness. My strong, valiant, self-educated, articulate uncles, whom I adored, became shuffling, Step-N-Fetchits to avoid provoking the white men. Fortunately the troopers were only looking for an escaped convict. Afterward, the women, my aunts, were furious at the humiliating performance of the men, and said so, something that even a child could understand.

This is the climate of fear that Dr. King ended.

If you didn’t get taught such things, let alone experience them, I caution you against invoking the memory of Dr. King as though he belongs exclusively to you and not primarily to African Americans.

The question is, how did Dr. King do this—and of course, he didn’t do it alone.

(Of all the other civil rights leaders who helped Dr. King end this reign of terror, I think the most under appreciated is James Farmer, who founded the Congress of Racial Equality and was a leader of nonviolent resistance, and taught the practices of nonviolent resistance.)

So what did they do?

They told us: Whatever you are most afraid of doing vis-a-vis white people, go do it. Go ahead down to city hall and try to register to vote, even if they say no, even if they take your name down.

Go ahead sit at that lunch counter. Sue the local school board. All things that most black people would have said back then, without exaggeration, were stark raving insane and would get you killed.

If we do it all together, we’ll be okay.

They made black people experience the worst of the worst, collectively, that white people could dish out, and discover that it wasn’t that bad. They taught black people how to take a beating—from the southern cops, from police dogs, from fire department hoses. They actually coached young people how to crouch, cover their heads with their arms and take the beating. They taught people how to go to jail, which terrified most decent people.

And you know what? The worst of the worst, wasn’t that bad.

Once people had been beaten, had dogs sicced on them, had fire hoses sprayed on them, and been thrown in jail, you know what happened?

These magnificent young black people began singing freedom songs in jail.

That, my friends, is what ended the terrorism of the south. Confronting your worst fears, living through it, and breaking out in a deep throated freedom song. The jailers knew they had lost when they beat the crap out of these young Negroes and the jailed, beaten young people began to sing joyously, first in one town then in another. This is what the writer, James Baldwin, captured like no other writer of the era.

Please let this sink in. It wasn’t marches or speeches. It was taking a severe beating, surviving and realizing that our fears were mostly illusory and that we were free.

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This was just one of many humiliating practices we were taught to prevent white people from going berserk.

I think this is a really important quote for white people to read. For anyone who is in any group that systematically oppresses another. You think that other group doesn’t have it that bad, but that’s only because you don’t know all the work that is going on behind the scenes - all the things they are doing to keep you thinking everything is OK.

All the things they are doing to keep you from going berserk.

And it really really doesn’t matter that not ALL white people (or not ALL men, or not ALL cis people etc.) were going to go berserk. The point is that a significant number probably would, and so black people had to do what they could to protect themselves.

I cannot imagine the bravery of standing up to that. And please don’t misunderstand me. I made a point that expands this to other oppressed groups. But that is not to say that the oppressions are the same. Each is different. And the way that black people were treated is quite horrifying. And the bravery of standing up to that is something I am ashamed to admit that I am not sure I could manage.

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I have the impulse to take songs that I like on an aesthetic level and find excuses and oblique interpretations that justify questionable lyrical content. Most music by men is lowkey sexist, and as feminists, we can either listen to mostly female artists or try to learn to deal with dudes. I’ve always erred towards the latter because… I don’t know I guess I’m sort of a misogynist deep down, or at least I was when I was younger and forming my music taste and now I’m old and it’s solidified on male-dominated forms like southern rap and emo. I think as a teen, I became very good at mentally degendering music by men so that it would be more relatable to me. All the important music was made by guys and I had to learn to like it (apparently this is not true and lots of smart girls spent these years like listening to Fiona Apple or something! who knew you could do that?! i certainly didn’t!!!). Sometimes when you take sexist men’s music and make it about people in general it just seems slightly shitty, maybe a little mean-spirited, and I’m kind of shitty so I get it.

Like, this Modern Baseball song (which I really like on a musical level) could be seen as a flawed-narrator account of the petty hypocrisies of adolescence. The speaker finds himself equally annoyed with both his own and his crush’s shallow, lust-driven motivations. Teens are constantly infuriated that their peers are just as shallow as they are. I felt this a lot in high school. I’d meet some cute guy who was into cool bands and watched sweet movies and then I’d be really irate when his girlfriend turned out to be inexplicably hot. “Guys are so shallow,” I’d mutter while looking at pictures of Adam Lazarra on myspace.

And yet, I can’t ignore the fact that this Modern Baseball song is also a textbook version of the self-serving Nice Guy myth. He listens to her talk about her terrible boyfriend until midnight, then goes home dejected and resentful. When I think about this context, the final “all I can hope for is for you [the girl] to get better” nearly ruins this song for me. It’s implied the guy thinks that the reason why the girl doesn’t like him is because she’s too insecure, too easily flattered by the attentions of a “meathead” named Brad. Gross, dude. Come on.

And while leaning on the former interpretation of this song may make it more enjoyable for me as a listener, I can’t ignore the second, I can’t ignore the gendered context around this song. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with doing a little mental gymnastics to enjoy a piece of music, so long as you remain aware that you are doing it.

I was going to bold some of this for emphasis, but Michelle has (as always) hit the nail so squarely and solidly on the head that I’d have to bold it all. This is something I’ve sort of fumbled in the direction of expressing, but she’s outlined it perfectly.

Meta: Snowpiercer


My [scattered] thoughts on Bong Joon-ho’s Snowpiercer. This was originally just a defence of the film’s ending—which I’ve seen widely criticised—because I think it’s brilliant and necessary and worth defending. But… then there’s everything else.

[major spoilers, of course]

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So Anaïs and our housemate and I watched Snowpiercer last night. We all liked it a lot; I haven’t watched a ton of movies this year, but this one is definitely my favourite so far. The analysis under the link is really good; as they say “This film is not remotely fucking around.”