Comparing Shange and Solomon - notes on Black futurity and memory
Connections between Savannah Shange’s Progressive Dystopia and Marisa Solomon’s “The Ghetto is a Gold Mine” -- notions of temporality
So-called lack of Black futurity
Solomon states, “It is this racialized temporality that conditions and shapes the way black spaces—the objects and people within them—are managed as places with no future on its own terms. By implying there was a different time when he belonged, Marvin implied that he is left out of the present.”
Similarly, Shange also notes that “The trouble is that blackness is perpetually out of place, and constantly running out of time (Audre told us we was “never meant to survive,” remember?)”
Erasure of Black history -- amnesia
Shange states, “The erasure of neighborhood history is by no means exclusive to the Bay Area, but Rebecca Solnit and Susan Schwartzenberg make the argument that in San Francisco, increased material wealth and amnesia go hand in hand. ‘The new San Francisco is run for the dot-com workers, multimedia executives, and financiers of the new boom, and memory is one of the things that is being lost in the rapid turnover and all- out exile of tenants, organizations, non-chain businesses, and even communities.’”
Meanwhile, Solomon, as we know, focuses on the material traces of Black life in Bedstuy, which are written off as “trash” in their original environment but then repurposed as adornments for white Bedstuy: “The shop was full of doors that closed on black lives only to become decoration for whites. … Their circulation and appropriation move through a route produced by racial capitalism, which not only expropriates black labor, but turns blackness into a commodity when it is moved out of “the ghetto” and into adornment.” Most crucially, she closes that similarly to “Frisco” being re-imagined as a white space without a Black history, “Bed-Stuy’s materiality, produced by but disentangled from black history, becomes valuable for retrofitting and “preserving” “old New York”—an old New York curiously without a racial identity, or, more precisely, an imaginary “old New York” in which Bed-Stuy was always white.