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• 1 2017-10-23T18:50:41-07:00 #77, expose the costs and histories of freedom 6 April 3, 2017 plain 2020-11-09T20:53:25-08:00 The #100hardtruths was shared with me by my friend, the teacher, scholar, advisor and activist, Gabrielle Foreman.
  
  “From its inception advertising’s betrothal to the press has produced—or exposed—monstrosities of various stripes, the star, perhaps, being slavery’s horrors. Ben Franklin’sPennsylvania Gazette placed advertisements for Black captives, those for sale and those who tried to liberate themselves, despite enslavers’ claim to the free labor and freedom of expression and assembly whites prized for themselves. I’m hardly the first scholar to make this point.
  David Waldstreicher’s biography about Ben Franklin, race, and slavery brings to life the complexities of the man we revere as one of the nation’s earliest abolitionists. While those in the US like to celebrate the press, the truth is that early newspapers all over the country—not only in the South—raised significant revenue by running runaway ads and for sale notices that appeared decade after decade for literally hundreds of years. The dizzying, numbing, number of Black people separated from their friends and families in the internal slave trade is now documented in the project @EveryThreeMinutes which tweets a timed reminder that between 1820 and 1860 someone was sold in the US with a frequency, a ubiquity, that was once part of the everyday press.
  @SlaveAdverts250 features daily a slave advertisement that originally appeared in Colonial America, 250 years ago to the day. Researchers turn to newspapers—as well as to broadsides, financial records, letters and personal papers—because they hold the most complete record of the collective story of Black sales. Newspapers likewise capture Black flights to freedom—and whites’ mostly successful attempts to retain and contain what they characterized as a loss of revenue, capital and property.
  Nineteenth-century Black papers tell a different story about the relationship between the press and advertisement. From before the Civil War through the 1890s—for half a century or so, once enslaved people whose families were strewn and separated by the multiple bombs slavery set off in their lives—people placed their own heart-rending ads that spread the word of their search for lost kin. Last Seen: Finding Family After Slavery, a collaboration between historic Mother Bethel AME Church and Villanova, shows how parents and siblings, husbands and children, spent decades looking for loved ones they had last seen years before.
  
  As incredibly valuable as papers such as the long-running Black paper, the Christian Recorder or the postbellum Colored Tennessean, have been to Black literature, politics and expression, the link between slavery, the press and advertising sales continued well after the Civil War. These haunting remembrances express a love for and commitment to family that should counter the nonsense about lack of commitment to family structures that have been hoisted onto Black Americans as we have fought to keep our families together against relentless odds. Newspapers (and president’s attention) to Black families’ supposed deficiencies are belied by recent studies (National Center for Health Statistics, 2013) on the quality and quantity of time that Black fathers spend with their children now and by the sheer pathos, commitment expressed and revenue expended by “information wanted” ads.
  
  The free press is, indeed, crucial and critical for efforts to enliven democracy. But we might do well to grapple with the hard truth that its marriage to advertising—and to basest forms of US racial injustice—exposes the costs and histories of freedom.”
  
  See More:
  • The Press and Slavery in America, 1791-1859, Brian Gabrial
  • A Help Me to Find My People, Heather Williams
  • Ben Franklin’s World, Liz Covart, podcast host
  • Last Seen: Finding Family After Slavery

  To see a poetic response to this hardtruth:

  Anomalous

  See Alex Juhasz respond in Podcast form to hardtruth #77:

  Black Lives Matter - Expose the Costs and Histories of Freedom
• 1 2019-07-25T15:40:07-07:00 Anomalous 2 New Haven gallery 2020-11-09T20:53:48-08:00

  By Stacie Evans

  I am not supposed to be beautiful. If I am famous – a singer, an actor, maybe I can be pretty, maybe striking, maybe exotic. Because then I am an exception, I can break the rules. But me – plain, ordinary, everyday woman – no. I am not supposed to be beautiful.

  If I am beautiful, equations don’t square. If I am beautiful, where is the logic in keeping me hidden, selling me relaxers and skin-lightening creams. If I am beautiful, there is no need to cover my thick, nappy hair, hide me in the kitchen, shame me for my hips and thighs, mock me for my lips.

  So I am not supposed to be beautiful. That is the forever domain of light women, of white women, of any-shade-brighter-than-mine women.

  My neighbor, walking home beside me in sixth grade, told me I was pretty. He said it with a clearly confused wonder, “You’re actually pretty,” he’d said. He couldn’t understand it. But then he worked it out, settled me into a category that explained how I wasn’t ugly: “It must be because you don’t have those nasty liver lips like most Black people do.”

  Because even at 11 years old, he understood that I wasn’t supposed to be beautiful, that beauty in my face was some dangerous anomaly, some breaking down of natural law.

  I am not supposed to be beautiful. My mother and her mother and all of her foremothers – we, none of us, are supposed to be beautiful.

  And yet. And yet. And yet.

  This poem is a response to hardtruth #77:

  #77, expose the costs and histories of freedom

  See Alex Juhasz respond in Podcast form to hardtruth #77:

  Black Lives Matter - Expose the Costs and Histories of Freedom