…Let us be clear. Universities keep huge endowments, money on reserve, because they are supposed to keep money. They will always tell you they cannot afford you. They will not spend their money to save the life of a Black feminist. Poet Laureate though she may be. Let us be clear. The universities that we mistakenly label as our bright quirky only refuge for Black brilliance have worked our geniuses to death, and have denied us help when we asked for it. The universities that employed June Jordan, Audre Lorde and so many others, watched cancer eat away at our geniuses, as they simultaneously ate away at black women’s labor. An institution knows how to preserve itself and it knows that Black feminists are a trouble more useful as dead invocation than as live troublemakers, raising concerns in faculty meetings. And those institutions continue to make money and garner prestige off of their once affiliated now dead faculty members.
The university was not created to save my life. The university is not about the preservation of a bright brown body. The university will use me alive and use me dead. The university does not intend to love me. The university does not know how to love me. The university in fact, does not love me. But the universe does….
~Alexis Pauline Gumbs, The Shape of My Impact, (Part One of a Three Part Meditation on Audre Lorde: The Berlin Years by Dagmaar Schultz), The Feminist Wire
- keebiekneebiez reblogged this from afrolez
- keebiekneebiez likes this
- orangemickey reblogged this from afrolez
- maggiemunkee reblogged this from afrolez
- aintnuthingnice likes this
- aintnuthingnice reblogged this from afrolez
- vivalaglamourpuss reblogged this from afrolez
- oftangents likes this
- tjjourian reblogged this from afrolez
- afrolez posted this