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I’m curious about god(s)
Read ‘God Went To Beauty School’
Very good, very nice to consider. Poetry, short read. Fun titles and neat concepts.
“From Slave to Activist For Freedom.” I visited the grave of Sojourner Truth yesterday. If anyone should be honored on Memorial Day it is her. (Oak Hill Cemetery, Battle Creek) Her “Ain’t I a Woman” speech sends shivers through me every time I hear it. Part of it goes:
That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?
Time’s 1966 “Is God Dead?” cover sparked national debate, redefining media language and public theology. Its bold question became cultural shorthand for doubt, change, and existential reflection.
“Lost in the darkness I fade from the light Faith of my father, my brother, my Maker and Savior Help me make it through the night Blood on my conscious And murder in mind..”
Précis on RevSisRaedorah & Katie G. Cannon
Deeper Shades of Purple: Womanism in Religion and Society
“When Mama Was God” and “Structured Academic Amnesia”
11/27/19, 9:00a.m.
The first piece, authored by RevSisRaedorah, poetically illustrates the relationship between a daughter and her mother, likening mother to God. At times she felt God-like, some compared her to her mother. To me, the key point is that parallels may be drawn between god-human relations and parent-child relations, and the piece segways into Katie G. Cannon’s “Structured Academic Amnesia,” in that both are written by black womanists intending to disseminate their stories to combat marginalization.
Cannon’s first main argument is that anecdotal evidence and analysis is just as valid as objective, data-driven methods. In fact, experiences must be given attention, because without them, whole peoples can be rationalized, and therefore dehumanized. Theorization opposes embodiment. Another central point she makes is that women’s work and black people’s work are measured against the standard of white, androcentric institutions. This is particularly evident in academia, where the presence of a black woman like Cannon is disregarded if not directly subjugated, and her work is judged by its adherence to the existing status quo.
Cannon synthesizes these ideas into a concept of “traditionally capable” womanism. To be a traditionally capable womanist is to wield power analyses, exhibit biotextual specificity, and assert embodied mediated knowledge. She defines power analyses as the awareness of inherently oppressive social structures, and the need to reform these. Biotextual specificity is the point of valuing personal stories, mentioned above. Embodied mediated knowledge is that which is judged not by some external, scientific observer, but rather by the women involved themselves. To be qualified by institutionalized expectations is to relinquish one’s power to be.
Her closing remark is an apt one, that academia and broader society are incomplete so long as they sweep aside those that do not match existing standards. More knowledge, culture, and cohesion will be reached once these established benchmarks are dismantled.
I do not have any critiques of Cannon’s work. My only note is that I’m not entirely sure how “When Mama Was God” is intended to tie into “Structured Academic Amnesia.” I’ve given a surface level relation between the two in the first paragraph, but I may be missing some other connection.
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