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Black Pain is in Fashion: Catharsis in Relation to Black Horror

by Samantha Talbot 11/02/2025
written by Samantha Talbot

D.W. Griffith’s The Birth of a Nation (1915) may as well be considered a Black horror film. While perhaps not in a contemporary sense, the portrayal of newly emancipated slaves both during and after the Civil War—notably by white actors in blackface—as bestial, depraved, coniving threats to the purity of a white nation and the purity of that nation’s white women, as well as the blatant displays of lynching and other violence against the Black characters by white people—usually the Klu Klux Klan—can easily be described as horrific. Of course, in the context of the movie, the monsters were not the racist white mob, but the Black characters, and by extension, Black Americans in real life. With this negative portrayal of race, The Birth of a Nation is widely credited with the revival of the KKK. 

One can only imagine that some white audiences felt a sort of catharsis in seeing a fantasy in which the Black American was the true collective enemy of America, and seeing that enemy get their comeuppance. Griffith was fully aware of this collective fear in the white consciousness at the time, which is why he knew his movie would sell; Griffith was not a confederate-apologist, nor did he have particularly strong stances on race. He instead was capitalizing on Black pain for a white audience.

Similar movies followed in the years following The Birth of a Nation that played on a similar fear of the Black individual—or perhaps the Black collective, as they were often seen as a monolith during this time. One such movie is Merian C. Cooper and Ernest B. Shoedsack’s King Kong (1933). In the words of American columnist Jim Pinkerton, “…for this movie to have been made in 1933 about white people going over to the Third World to capture a large, black being with a flat nose and bring him back in chains was sort of powerful then.” Although King Kong’s focus is not explicitly on representing Black people as egregiously as possible, like the aforementioned The Birth of a Nation, there are clear comparisons between the bestial, depraved, sexual threat to white women that is Kong and how Black people were represented in Griffith’s movie—it is still a large, black ape that is conquered by white colonial powers. The goal might have been to capitalize on audiences’ fascination with exotic, jungle-centered movies at the time, but this subconscious fear of Blackness nonetheless manifested itself in the monster, just as it had done previously. This is not just a coincidence, but a pattern.

Despite there being countless examples of subconscious (as well as conscious) negative portrayals of Black people in horror films, literature, and media, I do believe that it is important to draw the line somewhere, to ensure that we are not attributing all qualities of monsters to inherent Blackness. Some have pointed to works such as Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein as an example of racism in horror, arguing that Victor Frankenstein’s monster has traits associated with Black slaves and indigenous people—a sort of Kong-like character, as in my previous example—with a “horrid” complexion and “black lips.” They also argue that Victor’s fear of his monster is associated with a fear of Black people, since one of the reasons for his fear is that he is no longer able to control a creature that he believed himself to be superior to, both physically and mentally. 

Although one can imagine that the fear of losing control over colonized people and slaves was prominent in the white consciousness at the time, I believe that a deeper understanding of Frankenstein—and by extension, any piece of media we are examining for harmful racial representation—is crucial before we say that any fictional monster is contributing to racism in horror. Shelley portrays the monster as extremely sympathetic, with the latter half of the book containing chapters from the monster’s perspective where he monologues with self-awareness about his nature and the pain that Victor had caused him. It is through the monster’s eyes that it is revealed that he is simply a reflection of Victor himself, the direct consequence of his hubris. Frankenstein’s monster, as a character, is treated with the same respect as Victor himself, rather than as an animalistic enemy that the white protagonists must subdue. And though it isn’t unreasonable to assume that Shelley was inadvertently influenced by the fears of her surrounding society, it’s also important to be intentional with what we are critiquing. If we are to appropriately map the trajectory of anti-Blackness throughout the horror genre, our critique should be centered on more overt examples of anti-Blackness, rather than attributing potential anti-Blackness to an example.

As we move into the 1970s, the movie industry shifts from blatant anti-Blackness in its storytelling, instead attempting to cater to minority audiences (a largely untapped market at this point in time) with the development of blaxploitation films, and later what will be considered the beginnings of Black horror. Blacula (1972), Night of the Living Dead (1968), and other such movies, while cheaply made and specifically created to pander to Black, urban audiences by white studios, still hold a special place in many people’s memories. The movies were fun, and this time, the catharsis spurred on by seeing a Black actor star in a horror film was for Black audiences in particular. It was cathartic to see Duane Jones in Night of the Living Dead valiantly fight his way through zombie hordes, although he was shot by police at the end of the film—must we always meet the same end? However, there was still room for growth, and for Black directors to finally take control of their own narratives.

2017 ushered in Jordan Peele, arguably one of the most influential figures in the Black horror genre. One does not have to speak on the overwhelming success of Get Out (2017), Us (2019), and Nope (2022), all of which artfully combined real Black experiences, social commentary, and classic horror elements into compelling and entertaining narratives. Get Out in particular was monumental in sparking nationwide interest for Black horror, signaling to Hollywood executives that there needed to be more Peele-like films. 

2021 then followed suit with the release of Nia DaCosta’s Candyman, a reboot of the 1992 movie of the same name. However, despite Peele being a co-writer, Candyman was met with mixed reviews, with many of the critiques being about the film’s heavy-handedness in conveying its political message. Themes about gentrification and racial justice are dumped onto audiences through expository dialogue, which begs the question: Who was this movie for? 

Earlier in 2020, Christopher Renz and Gerard Bush’s Antebellum, a story about a Black woman who was kidnapped and enslaved on a mock-plantation in a Civil War reenactment park run by Confederates, begged the same question. Though clearly trying to make a statement on systemic racism and confronting past oppression, the majority of the film consisted of visceral scenes of enslaved Black folks as they are brutalized, tortured, and ridiculed. And with it not being revealed that all of this is part of a reenactment park until the very end of the movie, audiences are left with Black trauma porn for more than an hour of runtime rather than true Black horror. 

The answer is the same for those movies as it was for the movies which came out decades earlier, like The Birth of a Nation: they were made for white audiences. Although Candyman, Antebellum, and other contemporary Black horror films may not contain harmful portrayals of Black people , their content is certainly not for the catharsis of Black audiences. In the words of American author and educator Tanavarie Due, “Black History is Black Horror.” Black people do not need gentrification and racial justice explicitly explained to them, like in Candyman, because they have already lived it by virtue of being Black in America. Black audiences do not experience catharsis from seeing the horrors of slavery—of which they are already well aware—played out on screen with high-quality cameras and lighting. We cross the line between horror and trauma porn when the narrative begins to mirror reality too closely. 

This line is also crossed when horror utilizes Black trauma as a source of education for the benefit of white audiences. Them (2021), an Amazon Original show, follows a Black family and their experiences living in a suburban American town in 1953, where they are subject to extreme racism, along with supernatural hauntings. The show is almost hindered by its inclusion of the supernatural, as in an effort to weave in paranormal activity with very real social issues, the discussion of race relations in suburbia remains largely superficial. It is nothing that Black people do not already know and are not continually aware of—and could be living in right now. Thus, it stands that the only audiences to whom this horror would be novel are white audiences. Black horror, in this context, becomes an educational tool to perhaps evoke sympathy, or maybe remind viewers that things like systemic racism, slavery, and gentrification were bad and continue to be bad well into the twenty-first century. 

Though it’s incredibly important for people—especially Americans—to be educated on the history of their country, these films take away one of the greatest appeals of Jordan Peele’s movies and Black horror as a genre, which was that they were made for Black audiences. In an alternative ending of Get Out, the main character, Chris—played by Daniel Kaluuya—is arrested by a police officer. However, in the current iteration of the film, Chris’s TSA friend, Rod, comes to save him from his horrific situation. Peele said on the matter, “It was very clear that the ending needed to transform into something that gives us a hero, that gives us an escape, gives us a positive feeling when we leave this movie.” Peele understood this need for catharsis, especially for the Black audiences who are meant to be centered in these films. The failure of modern Black horror films is that in trying to bring Black narratives to light, they forget to make the film enjoyable for the people whose narratives they are showcasing. 

One can still have a compelling exploration of race in a horror film without simply expositing horrors that Black people have already witnessed. In this way, not only are people outside of the Black community able to absorb racial themes and lessons, and Black audiences are able to relate and experience catharsis through the characters on screen, but also the film serves as an enjoyable horror movie in its own right. Black horror is at its fullest potential when it is, in earnest, made for Black audiences again.

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I’m Him

by Bahji Steele 10/16/2025
written by Bahji Steele

I’m sure everyone who’s a Jordan Peele fan—or just a movie enjoyer in general—was excited for this film to drop. Justin Tipping’s Him came out this past September and left many Peele fans disappointed, even though Peele only has a producer credit. Walking into the theater I did not know what to expect, I had heard mixed, leaning negative, reviews from viewers, but I was pleasantly surprised when I left. 

A crucial moment that, in my opinion, set up the rest of the story beautifully was Marlon Wayans’ first scene. He plays the mentor to Tyriq Withers, a young athlete whose promising football career is cut short by an injury. His character’s first appearance on screen shows him preparing and shucking an animal hide while delivering a monologue about why we play football. He recounts the story of the Carlisle Indian School—famous for its football team’s invention of classic moves like the forward pass and the spiral throw. Most historical accounts celebrate the Carlisle team for their innovation, but what’s often overlooked is that the school itself was designed as part of a colonial effort to strip Native people of their culture and force Christianity onto them. Football became a way to “civilize” Indigenous youth, teaching them a version of masculinity rooted in colonial ideals. On the field, this looked like white Ivy League players performing acts of so-called “savagery,” unleashing violence against Native teams for sport. The real reason behind those “innovative” plays wasn’t athletic brilliance—it was survival, a way to counter the brutality of the white teams they were forced to play against.

After that scene, so much of the film’s imagery began to click for me. Most notably, the recurring pilgrim mask. By the end of the movie, Tyriq is told to place the mask on his head as part of a ritual to join a team not-so-subtly called “The Saviors.” Seeing how this film intertwines the commodification of Black bodies in modern sports like football with the historical violence of colonialism was fascinating. A sport whose classic plays originated from Native innovation has become a stage for white supremacy and Black performance for white audiences.

And yes, this movie was campy, chaotic, and complicated—just as reviewers say—but to me, it wasn’t far off from the kind of campiness we see in today’s horror, including Jordan Peele’s own films. From vomiting chains to terrifying pom-pom monsters and undead cheerleaders, Him was no more over-the-top than I expected. What sold me was sitting in a theater watching a big-budget film that unapologetically made fun of America’s favorite sport. Now, I’ll be honest—I don’t know much about football. And from what I can tell, neither does Tipping. That’s exactly why I think this movie was made for people like me. Him holds up a mirror to American football and exposes its terrifyingly tangled roots in the legacy of American racism.

It deeply offended football fans—especially those unwilling to confront how toxic masculinity shapes their beloved game. The film boldly exposes the absurdity of the narratives fed to young men, particularly Black men, about manhood and its supposed connection to violence. The title Him itself cleverly mocks the popular phrase “I’m Him,” a staple in the alpha-male, red-pill corners of the internet. As I said, I’m not a football player, and I’ve always disliked the sport for its violence. This movie, I believe, was made for softies like me—people who don’t see brainless displays of testosterone as the only way to express manhood. On top of that, I loved how the film portrayed women. In the world of football, women rarely exist beyond cheerleaders or party accessories—dangerous, tempting distractions that “real men” must resist to achieve greatness. Him exposes that absurdity too, showing just how ridiculous and fragile that version of masculinity really is.

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Friend or Foe: Blaxploitation

by Nadine Melanesia Black 03/10/2025
written by Nadine Melanesia Black

Before the 70s, it was rare for an Afrikan person to go to the theater and see a widely distributed movie that had a cast of all Afrikan people that did not center a white protagonist. The exploitation of Afrikan bodies in cinema allowed for Afrikan people to move up within Hollywood and receive representation, but also led to the damaging distribution of harmful Afrikan stereotypes. This genre was labeled “blaxploitation”, with the NAACP officially coining the term alongside the formation of the Coalition Against Blaxploitation. The NAACP, backed by other critics, flagged these movies for perpetuating harmful stereotypes about the Afrikan community in amerikkka.

Although originally produced by Afrikan people, featuring Afrikan people, for Afrikan people, the greed within Hollywood took advantage of what they saw as a profitable genre to exploit, leading to white influence seeping into the production of afrikan films: blaxploitation. Despite the exploitation from white Hollywood, Afrikan stories were somewhat finally able to be told to a larger audience through these films, including Afrikan social issues that were previously censored from mainstream media which was monumental for the 70s. 

As a sacrifice for working in these roles, Afrikans had to depict stereotypes in these movies, which was then fed to the rest of Afrikan amerikkka, who undoubtedly were drawn to these movies as they were the only representation at the time. This perpetuated an endless cycle of creating these movies to please the audiences, and the audiences only being able to turn to these films for representation.

Despite being impactful in terms of pushing Afrikan actors into the spotlight and giving actors roles that extended beyond subservience to their white counterparts, it did so by exploiting Afrikan stereotypes using Afrikan labor. Blaxploitation assisted in using harmful stereotypes for entertainment, essentially forcing Afrikan actors into another role of servitude. This time, the role of servitude is one that is disguised and repackaged to be sent off to Afrikan moviegoers.

Acknowledging its controversial impact in amerikkkan culture, we must also accept that this allowed for cinema to reach a new audience. The featuring of Afrikan actors as the lead characters in movies such as Super Fly and Blacula, influenced more Afrikan people to turn to the cinema for entertainment. The question we must ask is if this “inclusion” was harmful or helpful to shaping our futures, imaginations, and capacity for struggle.

The controversy surrounding blaxploitation reveals a deeper issue within Hollywood, a fundamental contradiction that allows for a severe lack of representation and an inability to be free within a “creative space.” Hollywood was never meant for everyone. When blaxploitation began to become more popularized, it came at a time when Afrikan actors could hardly find work in the industry. Afrikans were able to be featured in movies in roles that weren’t second to their white costars and could be featured in a film with only other Afrikan people.

Blaxploitation generated inspiration among the Afrikan creative community, specifically in terms of its cinematic style, with future generations leaving behind most of the heavy harmful stereotypes and adopting a focusing on Afrikan life. 

To move forward from the harmful representation of Blaxploitation, we must divest from the external validation of white Hollywood. We must create room within our own communities that allows for Afrikan producers, directors, and actors to pursue work that is meaningful and tells real and raw stories, helping to influence future generations of Afrikans. Hollywood is not responsible for saving us as the mainstream entertainment industry and media function to legitimize the state and the status quo: oppression, degradation and violence against Afrikan people. Understanding this, we are provided with new opportunities to recenter ourselves and redefine what creativity, success and storytelling should look like within our own communities.

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DOOM and Dilla: White Consumerism, Commodification, and Interpersonal Social Currency On Contemporary Pioneering Hip-Hop Artists

by Orisha Lamon 03/10/2025
written by Orisha Lamon

MF DOOM and J Dilla are some of the most influential artists and producers of all time. Praised for their innovative approaches to music through lyrical storytelling and profound mixing, they are a main point of reference for contemporary artists. Both artists still have posthumous releases that come in the form of features, remixes, and revisited recordings. The current state of musical consumption especially from Afrikan artists performing for marketability and white capital has left subversive genres at risk of being co-opted and fetishized. Which may happen at a far more parasocial level given the personalization and “underground” nature that provides a space for white exceptionalism and the development of primarily non-Afrikan cult followings. Sadiya Hartman in Formations of Terror, creates a context of Afrikan suffering through something of a spectacle: consumable, commodified, intended for white capitalization. Hartman’s focus is on John Rankin’s letters on American slavery, however, examined and translated through contemporary shows of performance for a white audience, this cannot go unnoticed as acting as a “vehicle of white self-exploration, renunciation, and enjoyment”. The reaction to popular Afrikan musical artists’ centering their music around ambiguously liberal and racially progressive strides toward Afrikan cultural aesthetics is generally regarded as an almost vitriol performance, when in its essence is inherently consumed and marketed via frames of voyeurism, primitivization, and fetishization. There is entitlement over these artists and their performance that is curated intentionally toward white capitalization. This may tread grounds of reductionist discourse toward Afrikan performance as spectacle. However, white entitlement and forms of racial exceptionalism can arguably be examined as a modality of furthering the contemporary pathologization of Afrikan conditions and white and colonial acquisition.

Why are MF DOOM and J Dilla in question? These two artists are notoriously known for their cult followings, composed of white males and hip-hop heads who look toward DOOM’s lyricism and villainous characterizations and Dilla’s heavily regarded genuineness as a hip-hop production pioneer. In this context we need to ask: What differentiates the fans of these “underground” artists from their industry counterparts and why do fans often focalize this point as a means of having an understanding of something alternative, subversive, underappreciated, and misrepresented? Perhaps looking toward how despite the subcultures of subcultures, whiteness as a mode of commodification, in its current context, informs how folks associate certain audiences to certain demographics and asserts the ever-growing cooptation and commercialization of Afrikan art and labor that is created out of the stories of Afrikan personalization and artistic experimentation ranging from childhood to accounts of the experience of a dehumanized being. Looking at the way both these artists passed at the hands of systemic debt and medical inadequacy furthers the distinct disconnect with behaviors of white consumption toward Black suffering and the material and physical detachment of a community of spectators who leverage their proximity and almost anthropological expertise in this production and artistry and in turn disregard how the performance is informed by structural and captive systems they actively participate in and uphold. 

**white consumption is broadly defined in this context: anyone can be a white consumer socialized within the structural confines of racialized whiteness such as class and systemic infrastructure and power relations which allow this racialism and proximity to such community detachment and fetishization to occur

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Uprooting Language

by Xavier Adams 03/10/2025
written by Xavier Adams

*This article provides a detailed guideline in deconstructing language; this is to be used both as an offering to ongoing discussions and as an interpretive tool to reshape how we interact with language*

I.

What is language? As the facilitator at the “social center of gravity,” language functions as an intersubjective process of articulating one’s relationship to the world, thereby producing a unique, autonomous identity–a requisite for resistance. 

II.

One remarkable aspect of algorithmic technology is its aptitude to shatter tradition: the amazing pace at which images are uprooted from its soil and spread to a global audience creates a haze of multiplicities that drown out the origin. The doors to the past are closed; shut out, one must start anew. 

III.

A walk through modern history illustrates the continuous commodification of afrikan bodies. From the enslavement of afrikan bodies through sharecropping and up to mass incarceration, the physical commodification of the afrikan body is a tale inseparable from the modern era. What about the often overlooked image: commodification facilitated not through physical bodies, but through representations?

IV.

As far as the jurisdiction of digital spaces stretches, the image reigns supreme as the chief manifestation of commodification, whether it be through fashion, music, or, most importantly, language. It is the image of afrikan language, that articulation of a unique existential experience, that becomes commodified in digital spaces. Here, one enters a practice of fetishization–a process of obsessive consumption of images that, while exploiting the represented bodies, simultaneously frames the viewer’s experiences–a natural consequence of commodifying images. The simple act of consuming such images situates the viewer–who may be Afrikan as well as non-Afrikan–as an agent of fetishization.

V.

One does not need to spend much time on social media to get acquainted with the “ironization” of AAVE: between phrases such as “type shit” and “woke,” it is not uncommon to find another deploying such phrases for a purely humorous effect. This “ironization” is effectively an alien encounter: with the pace of algorithmic technologies bent on uprooting, to encounter AAVE in digital spaces is to “translate” it to one’s own language, to attribute it a fresh meaning, divorcing race from language, shattering the tradition of language–that unique articulation of one’s relationship with the world, that autonomous identity melts away (generalized as “Gen-Z slang”), along with the potential of resistance.

VI.

With the doors to the past now sealed, without that autonomous identity offered by language, and without appealing to an origin, how are we to start anew? What new language can be articulated to regain an autonomous identity necessary for resistance? These are the discussions we must enter in our struggle toward reimagining a liberated world.

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FETISHIZATION & INTERRACIAL DATING : DATING AS AN AFRIKAN WOMAN AT UCLA  

by Nyomi Henderson 03/06/2024
written by Nyomi Henderson

Dating as an Afrikan woman is comparable to competing in the Olympics; both are strenuous. Forbes recently classified fetishization as “the act of making someone an object of sexual desire based on some aspect of their identity.” Understanding the role of fetishization in our dating experiences, I want to emphasize that the humanity of Afrikan women deserves to be valued with the same regard and reverence as everyone else’s. 

The combination of boredom and loneliness lures us to seek pleasures of external validation where we easily become dependent on the number of matches we get, entertain pointless conversations, and subject ourselves to fetishism. 

Online dating apps like Hinge, Bumble, Tinder, and Grindr are more than familiar to students on campus. Suggestive messages like: 

“Tbh girl you got some big (insert cherry emoji) I like that” 

AND 

“You got a voluptuous (insert peach emoji) and I’d like you to suffocate me with it” 

from Bumble Member #4 have become a norm and even an expectation within the hypersexualized culture of dating apps. 

It was comments like these—comments about our bodies, how dark we are, and if that is really “our hair”—that led me to understand that there was a layer on the dating fields we were experiencing as Afrikan women that our white peers didn’t. 

Indy100, an online news site, recently wrote an article on a study by William J. Chopik. It quickly became even more apparent that “participants were 2.3 to 3.3 times less likely to swipe right on a Black person than a white person.” With swiping left meaning they were completely uninterested, it just wasn’t their “preference.” 

While these statistics are jarring, it would be wrong to jump into the current issues of finding companionship as an Afrikan woman on dating apps without discussing some of the history and social factors that play a role in these conditions. 

During slavery, there was a lack of autonomy over our relationships. We didn’t own love and we most definitely didn’t own ourselves. Love was a hard thing to pursue while balancing the multitudes of instability created by dehumanizing tactics and oppressive systems. From the selling of our children to not having the right to say no, in addition to the institution of marriage being nothing but a fleeting dream, we were often left to cut our losses. 

And while we developed traditions of resistance like jumping the broom, we were still limited in our emotional freedoms, and that didn’t stop post emancipation traumas from occurring. 

In “MAMIE BRADLEY’S UNBEARABLE BURDEN”, Koritha Mitchell summarized it: “Black coupling was non-existent and… white households were in danger, mobs “ku-kluxed” black homes, often raping successful black men’s wives.” White terrorists destroyed Black domestic and intimate success while insisting it never existed. Throughout history, both the relationships and the people experiencing Afrikan love have been rejected, neglected, and forgotten. 

So when we ponder why Afrikan women, who are members of a highly stigmatized population and are considered the most unattractive race to date within the hierarchy of dating apps, we find our answers here. 

White features have always been the main standard of purity and beauty. So, it made “sense” economically and politically for Black men to start dating outside of the community. They would soon start the search for someone they could show off to society, someone who allowed them to benefit from the external gaze and validation of others.

By others, I mean the very same white men who dehumanize them. 

Afrikan women never had that privilege, nor did they benefit when it came to interracial dating. After the Jim Crow era came media tropes like the Mammy caricature where Afrikan women were portrayed as unattractive, 

boring, and “motherly.” 

This was a huge difference to Afrikan men who were fetishized as strong, manly, and “beasts” in bed. While both forms of fetishization are harmful, one has allowed for more social mobility than the other, even if misguided. Outside of the media’s influence on how Afrikan women are perceived by the rest of society, we still struggle to find love. 

At UCLA specifically, the heterosexual male-to-female ratio is disproportionate, with the Afrikan male-to Afrikan female ratio being even more disparaging. It even led one to wonder if modern-day interracial dating has become the only choice left for cisgendered heterosexual Afrikan women seeking relationships on campus. 

Second-year psychology major Ryen Clark shared her experience dating interracially. She says that after her interracial relationship (while still open to interracial dating), she felt more inclined to date within her race. It was exhausting for her, having to constantly explain her culture and deal with a multitude of microaggressions from her partner. 

Audrey Ohwobete, a freshman at UCLA says, “It’s nice to talk to people and get to know everyone, but in college, people aren’t looking for relationships. Just vibing, no titles.” Third-year communications major Ayiana Scott follows that same concept by saying, “Dating within hookup culture is neither hard nor easy. If you like it, good for you, everyone should at least give it a try.” 

From the Afrikan women interviewed, it seemed that there was a mixed review of what dating is like on campus. Many of us are like Ryen and Audrey. With Afrikan women being the most loyal to dating within their race, interracial dating has always been a hot topic within our community. 

This doesn’t excuse the category of people who hide behind terms like “preference” and “attraction” to continue having misogynistic and eurocentric views on the type of women they choose to validate. 

But I do believe it’s time we broaden our horizons beyond the Afrikan community at UCLA. It’s not worth being alone because we fear how we will be perceived. There needs to be a change in the way Afrikan women are approached and treated not just by Afrikan men, but by ALL men. 

Dating in this society IS racialized. While we can’t control systematic conditions, we can control what we allow. We create safe spaces already by calling out and challenging inappropriate behavior from our peers. 

This looks like no longer embracing the colorists, sexists, and racists in and outside of our community, friendship circles, and families. Taking time to delve further into the history and roots behind the divisions in our community is important when we are all searching for some form of the same thing: love. 

The goal of this article is to first bring awareness to the dating climate of UCLA while also humanizing Afrikan women and validating the experiences and struggles we face dating within a predominantly white institution. To everyone reading, you are more than just your body, more than your looks, and you are definitely more than your dating experiences. 

Sometimes we think that the things we go through are unique to us, but these experiences are universal to everyone. So block that man who commented on whether or not that “nyash” is homegrown and seek the love and pleasures in life that should be given to you as a human being. 

Afrikan women aren’t a commodity. 

Afrikan women most definitely deserve love.

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The Negro Is Still in Vogue

by Xavier Adams 03/06/2024
written by Xavier Adams

“The 1920s were the years of Manhatten’s black Renaissance,” writes Langston Hughes in his memoir The Big Sea, recalling the time “when the Negro was in vogue:” A time of “Countee Cullen, Ethel Water, Claude McKay, Duke Ellington, Bojangles, and Alain Locke,” of those “New Negros,” and of great strides for the Afrikan body: “They thought that the race problem had been solved through Art.”

Of course, the period of great progress was permeated with irony: consuming the performance and entertainment from Afrikan bodies while simultaneously degrading said bodies through strict segregation policies. As Hughes recalls, “Some of the owners of Harlem clubs, delighted at the flood of white patronage, made the grievous error of barring their own race, after the manner of the famous Cotton Club.” The Afrikan body undoubtedly occupies a zone of commodification.

But, what is equally concerning is the fascination with the Afrikan body, a provocation to speak about it: the increasing amount of Afrikan plays performed, books published by Afrikan authors, and, importantly, “the white writers [who] wrote about Negros more successfully (commercially speaking) than Negros did about themselves”.

Here, one is drawn back to Hughes’s remark about the great progress of the black Renaissance: “I don’t know what made any Negros think that–except that they were mostly intellectuals doing the thinker. The ordinary Negroes hadn’t heard of the Negro Renaissance.” This knowledge of the Afrikan body, and its prominence in media, far from reflecting the experience of the ordinary Afrikan body, was created by the white imagination.

It would be a mistake to place degradation in contrast to fascination: they stem from the same history casting the Afrikan body into a commodity. In the latter case, the Afrikan body as an object of fascination functions not merely to perform and entertain, but more so as a blank canvas whose history becomes implanted according to the white imagination: the great “Negro Renaissance” which cements itself a rendezvous of cultural identification and pride.

A fundamental link therefore emerges between the Afrikan body, media presence, and the white imagination, a link that functions to further regard the Afrikan body as a commodity.

Upon reflection, Hughes implies that that time has passed, peaking “…just before the crash of 1929, the crash that sent Negros, white folks, and all rolling down the hill toward the Work Progress Administration.” Whether Hughes was mistaken in suggesting the end of the vogue or not is irrelevant, for today, the Afrikan body in popular media continues to function as a commodity of fascination placed within the white imagination in the guise of progress. Today, fascination with the Afrikan body often manifests as an uncritical narrative of equality that equates representation to progress: great strides in movies, shows, and advertisements as if “…the race problem had been solved through Art.” In the final analysis, the negro is still in vogue.

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orchestrated chance

by Nicole Crawford 02/23/2024
written by Nicole Crawford

configuration

perspective as reality

chronically aware

consistent contradiction

you shape the world around you.

you are the world around you.

in everything,

i choose what i see

who i am,

where i go

i know you, i’ve been here before.

—

we are an orchestra

battling, colliding

we are harmonious,

a symphony

overlapping,

dancing as waves carry light

swaying as branches of the same tree.

– rawest forms

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