TEASER: The Hunger Games as (Neo)libertarian Erotica

I have a confession…

It is one I have only dared to make to the most  understanding of friends.  And even they, with their broad mindedness, eclectic tastes, and tolerance for the whackiest of ideas in the name of intellectualism, hear this confession  with sadness, shame, and utter bewilderment.  Still, truth is truth.  And the truth is this….

I HATE the Hunger Games.

9780545265355_default_sso_lI don’t hate the movies because “the books were so good.”  I have never seen the movies and won’t because I hated the books so thoroughly.  I don’t hate the Hunger Games because I hate the hype, I picked them up on the front side of the hype to see what they were all about.  I don’t hate the Hunger Games because I didn’t give them a chance.  I patiently gave DAYS of my life up (that tragically will never be returned to me) reading books that I started off feeling “iffy” about and ended up loathing, because I understood that they were the biggest literary pop culture phenomena since Harry Potter and it was my professional responsibility to know them well.

You cannot write my feelings off to some careless fault or omission.  I read the books…carefully…and I flat out hate them.

But before you conclude that I am a joyless hatemonger with no soul or sense of entertainment, at least let me explain why.  You may disagree with me when all is said and done, but hopefully you will get a more holistic sense of my vitriol…and while I chose to blog about it after all this time.

A few disclaimers (BECAUSE MY BLOGS ARE ALWAYS REQUIRING SOME DAMNED DISCLAIMERS)

  • The title of this blog post does not reveal any sort of animosity toward Libertarianism as a political philosophy.  In fact I have a bit if a politico-crush on libertarians, but for reasons of my own, I must stick to my own “godless”, “anti-American”, “totally unnatural” socialism.  Rather, this title points out a contradiction in the reception of the book that many insist on perpetuating.
  • I don’t believe that a female protagonist with a below average level of agency, an active love triangle, and weapons = feminism.  Yeah yeah yeah girl power…but pass.
  • I come from a literary background.  My first degree is in literature and my first stint in graduate school was in an Creative Writing MFA program.  I care about literary craft, the integrity of literary history, and I am PICKY.  My standards in books are downright fussy, some might even say impossible.

Now that you understand where I am coming from, I will say that my hated of the Hunger Games franchise can be summarized by one extraordinarily dated concept–”false consciousness.”  False consciousness is a term rooted in Marxist thought (*gasp*) that refers to the way in which particular material and ideological processes in (presumptively capitalist) society mislead the people.  These processes are said to hide the true nature of the forces that structure human sociality.  To be honest, I am an not really thinking anything as highfalutin is universally applicable and, to be honest, have a ton of issues with this concept.
Still I find it extraordinarily apt for the Hunger Games.

I don’t dislike the franchise for what it IS, but for what is is positioned (both by it’s author and it’s fans) to be–for what it is believed to be.  That is, the Hunger Games as an artifact is utterly forgettable, but the rhetoric surrounding it is infuriating and worth a second thought.  My arguments have little to do with FACT (whatever the hell that is), but with taste…specifically my own.  These are, after all feeble options.  Feel free to shoot  them down at will.

Specifically, I believe the Hunger Games is a sensationalist, entertaining (if wildly derivative), and highly formulaic series of novels whose literary value ranks far above Twilight but far below Harry Potter (which for the record, I don’t love either).  I see why they are widely read, why they have made widely profitable movies and video games, and why they are described as the most entertaining books of the decade.  What I don’t agree with–vehemently–are the following contentions:

  • The Hunger Games is well written and original.
  • The Hunger Games narrates a radically progressive or “revolutionary” leftist politics.
  • The Hunger Games offers a nuanced critique of contemporary mediatization (with an emphasis on reality TV).
  • The Hunger Games puts forward a valuable feminist politics.

….

 

CURIOUS?  Ready to argue?  Stay tuned for the rest of this post and for what promises to be a spring of Rants!

The Post I Didn’t Know I Vowed Not to Write

500px-MileyCyrus_signature.svgUntil I was asked to do so by my friend Nadia (author of Listen Girlfriends) to blog my thoughts about Miley Cyrus, I wasn’t aware that I’d already incubated and in fact unknowingly birthed a principled argument against doing so.  Unbeknownst to me, my thoughts had already coalesced like the layer of fat on a cooling pot of greens.  I would not add to the already out of control Miley Cyrus media machine by contributing my voice to propping up someone so undeserving.

And now, mere hours after coming to this realization, I am throwing this vow out the window.  Why?  Honestly, I am not sure.  But I am guessing that it has to a lot to do with the fact that I told  friend that I would and I enjoy being a person of my word.  But more-so, because I believe the Listen Girlfriends community is the right place for these kinds of conversations and if Nadia thinks it’s worth me writing the Web’s 14 billion blog entry on Miley Cyrus, I am going to take her word for that and trust she wont take me to task on my not-too-sunny impression of Ms. Cyrus.

Enough disclaiming…

This all started on New Year’s Eve.  I was, as a result of circumstances involving a broken down vehicle, a wedding, two dogs, and three cats, alone watching TV at my outlaws’ house (I would call them my in-laws, but Virginia has some marriage equality problems).  Given the opportunities to watch other people’s cable, I somehow find myself compelled to watching things I would never give a second thought to in my own home.  I call this phenomenon “Hotelevisuality,” and it inspired me to settled on Fuse (a channel I actually have at home and have never previously watched).  The channel was featuring a “Miley Cyrus Takeover” and–overcome by boredom, despair from the absolute beat down my beloved Hokie football team took in the Sun Bowl, and a severely misplaced sense of justice–I committed to investing some time and thought into an hour or more Cyrus related programming.

In fact, I was feeling proud of myself, open-minded, committed to doing the kind of in depth immersion necessary to making the Survey of Popular Culture course I am teaching during the 2014 spring semester that much more successful.  I was being non-reactionary, liberal-hearted, generous in recognizing how unfair it was of me to have talked trash about someone, something I wasn’t as familiar with as I needed to be.

An hour and a half later, I found myself mourning each of the 90 minutes I’d contributed to Fuse and felt profoundly disappointed in the paucity of trash I’d been talking…I’d really dropped on that one.

There was much Facebook commenting, as 2014 drew closer and closer, about the mind-numbing experience of watching Miley Cyrus videos and related media content for 90 minutes and her remarkably unfortunate performance on Dick Clark’s (Ryan Seacrest’s) New Year’s Rocking Eve.  The thoughts presented here are the collected, organized, and cleaned up rants that began that evening.

When you dare to have a problem with Miley Cyrus an interesting thing happens; you immediately get branded a conservative.  I found that not matter how I tried to shape my objection, what those who I was involved in friendly debate with read was the generalized shock, horror, and outrage we might attribute to cardigan-wearing minivan pilots in the WASPy suburbs of Americaland.  As I ranted, albeit inarticulately at points, I was genuinely confused that the responses I received seemed to assume that 1) I thought Cyrus was being too sexual, 2) that I thought she was not intelligent or conscious what her choices meant, and 3) that I intended to infantilize Cyrus, denying her access to womanhood and the agency that comes along with that condition.  Examples of these responses are below:

“I don’t agree with her sexualization of women of color, but did you see her SNL appearance?? It was hilarious, and her interview for Rolling Stone was witty. I think she’s a smart, smart girl.”

“Miley is uninhibited by her sexuality and doesn’t seem to give a shit that guys think she’s slutty.”

“I think it’s strange that people want to keep her as this Hannah Montana figure…is she supposed to stay 16 years old forever??”

Little could be further from the truth on all three of these accounts.  In truth, I don’t have a problem that Miley Cyrus is brazen about displaying her sexuality…I have a problem with HOW she does so.  And my problem isn’t of the sort that advocates censoring her videos or announcing that she is a danger to young girls or demanding that she be a more responsible celebrity.  My problem is of the sort that will keep me from wasting future minutes on her music videos, turning the dial when I hear her voice, and rumbling with generalized curmudgeonism about how profoundly Pop music sucks these days.

My thoughts are pretty simple.  The Miley Cyrus reinvention is obnoxious because 1) it’s tacky, 2) it’s boring, 3) it’s unoriginal, and 4) it’s based on difference-mongering that exploits the living shit out of some well-worn racial stereotypes.  I have no issue with Miley being as sexual as she wants (in fact, I think it might actually be interesting if she pushed it lot further), but the fact that her public sexuality is played, contrived, inauthentic and fraught with race issues.

The Disney darling turns crazy bad girl story is literally so oft told these days that I find it inconceivable that it still carries any significance for anyone.   I find Britney Spears’ version way more interesting and, frankly, more authentic.  I really believed she went crazy and loved her bald head for it; Cyrus seems to be playing at crazy, but I don’t really buy it.  Fergie is a more natural badass than Cyrus.  Aguilera has the chops to justify her diva antics.  Cyrus may never match Lohan’s impressive Bad Girl body of work. And Raven-Symoné’s romance with gender-queer America’s Top Model Contestant AzMarie Livingston is a world of fabulous post-Disney defiance that I simply cannot get enough of.  Before she even started, Cyrus was outclassed.

On the same token, when looking at Cyrus’s new affinity for provocative videos with arbitrary nudity and nods to sexual deviance, we again see a hierarchy of skill that firmly lands Miley at the bottom.  If we control for pop stars with questionable vocal abilities but a flair for making media buzz, I would have to say Gaga does this exponentially better.  And the Cyrus team clearly knows this.  There are an unbelievable number of shots in Cyrus’s videos that are thematic rip-offs of Gaga’s, from the use of monochromatic environments, texture and reflection, to surrealistic/hyperreal storytelling devices.

Cyrus’s new “I don’t give a fuck attitude and identity reinvention” is literally embarrassing when considered against the moves of masters of the form like Madonna, who makes her look like first week contestant on American Idol whose Dad told her that she could be anything she wanted to be because she is “special.”

And finally, the most glaring aspect of this reinvention, Cyrus’s emergent identity as the new white girl to run with the hip-hop set…still Cyrus is blazing paths on long paved sidewalks.  Princess Superstar, Iggy Azalea and Kreayshawn can actually rhyme and don’t seem to exude that ‘I’m only here because I’ll hook up with anyone who asks me’ vibe.  Not that those hook-ups aren’t hers to allocate, nor do I think there’s anything wrong with that.  I just think it’s tacky as hell.

My point is that all of the things that are getting Cyrus attention are imitations–poor ones.  Everything…from enlisting a little person as something of a stage mascot (Kid Rock), to attempting to twerk (Bounce/strip club culture), to dating her a bad-boy producer (extensive list),  to pushing the line with racial stereotypes, to self-aware hipster irony… has already been done and it’s been done BETTER.  And given that I DO believe she is smart, AND given that she grew up with a multi-platinum record selling recording artist for a father and thus presumably had more resources, exposure, contacts, training, grooming, educating in being marketable, and privilege than most pop artists, you’d think she could do better.

Cyrus’s reinventions seem incredibly calculated, strategically “shocking,” and totally dependent upon the sensibilities of others…so much so that she doesn’t even look “natural” in her own reinvention. It looks like a cobbled together hand me down that she’s desperately trying to fit herself into.  And the axe that I REALLY have to grind is that this hyper public, enormously popular reinvention is fraught with some extremely problematic interpretations of blackness.

FACT: Miley Cyrus straight up told song writing duo, Rock City, (whom she only recently started working with), “I want something that feels black” when advising the force behind hits from Drake, B.o.B., R. Kelly, Rihanna, Ciera and more about what she wanted in her new song.  Her VMA performance, more recent forays into “rapping,” and the fact that she clearly conflates her “turn to the dark side” as a “turn to the dark side” is not only strategic it’s silly and if you have the patience to take it seriously….insulting.  The fact that she is now a “bad girl” and that being a bad girl equates to adopting black cultural forms, sexualizing the black female body to the point of objecthood (more on this later), singling out black masculinity as her preferred object of sexual desire, and exploiting the shock value of brazenly playing out fascination with other categories of difference (like grinding on and squeezing the breast of the random little person she keeps on stage with her these days), amounts to a rather calculated and coordinated effort to push buttons that are based on rather sloppy re-deployments of age old stereotypes, well-worn persona, and recycled visual imagery. It’s just plain lazy…and profitable.

I think she is so fascinated with what she is appropriating that she is diving in head first.  This is fan culture at its purest.  And I think that many artists who make changes in the material they produce start as fans of something that inspires them.  Through study, appreciation, exposure, mentoring, reverence, practice, experimentation and more, they find virtuosity in an art form that is not native to them. But they run before they walk.  They understand the rules before they break them.  They become familiar with something before they wholeheartedly critique or celebrate it.

Cyrus is obviously a fan of hip-hop, bounce, R&B and other “black” cultural forms. But she’s skipping over all the “understand and get good at this” part and simply appropriating the most visible, most shocking, most deviant symbols and imagery because they feel good (like leaning up against the washing machine during the spin cycle) and get her the most publicity. She’s riding the cameo bangwagon and is using her substantial riches to hire people who ARE good at these forms to produce and write the music for her. Sadly, the end result is the resounding statement, “that’s really all there is to these cultural forms.”  Even worse she’s being celebrated as an original, as if she is doing something produced from her own talent, knowledge, sensibilities, or experiences.

Specifically, Cyrus seems to have some sort of fascination with what you might call black strip club culture, which might arguably be said of American culture at large if you consider how many commercials have co-opted the phrase “make it rain.”  This fascination for Cyrus, however, seems to translate to attempting to twerk with her tongue out and physically harassing (slapping, grabbing, shaking, and motorboating) the rear end of every black woman in the vicinity.  I challenge any reader to watch one of the most recent Miley Cyrus videos and find a black women on camera that is not treated in one or more of the following ways: 1) the black woman is not all the way in the frame (aka is reduced to a floating ass), 2) has her back side to the camera (that’s the side that matters apparently), 3) is being freakishly aggressively slapped, grabbed, or shaken (not stirred) by Cyrus or, 4) are involved in some sort of “circle-twerk” with Miley.

EXAMPLE: Let’s take the video “We Can’t Stop” (consequently, a song produced by Rock City).  If you can make it through all the product placements you will see the following instances of the four phenomena I detailed above.

  • 0:42 – Tall, black queen ass slapping.
  • 1:05 – Black ladies wear giant teddy bear suits and dance, back sides to the camera (The important side, remember?).
  • 1:16 – More teddy bears. You might even say that black female back sides are being represented as toys, something to play with.
  • 1:28 – Tongue out black woman circle-twerk (Hey, where did all her “other” friends go?)
  • 1:32 – Lyrical reference to being “up in the strip club.”
  • 2:30 – More teddy bear time (What? the bear can do the splits? Cool!).
  • 3:33 – Slap, claw grab, and violently shake the living hell out of some black woman ass…followed by more Miley circle-twerk.

Here’s what’s even more amazing.

“We Can’t Stop” is a classic house party video in the tradition of the Beastie Boys’ “Fight For Your Right (to Party),” Janet Jackson’s “Go Deep,” and Gaga’s “Just Dance,” however in EVERY SINGLE party shot in this video, among the scenes packed crazed party goers, we see a bunch of skinny hipstery types, a couple of “thuggy” black dudes (one of which is literally eating money), but there is interestingly NO TRACE whatsoever of the three black women that cast in the scenes I detailed above.  In the narrative arc of this video…and in Cyrus world write large, they were not “invited” to the party, not part of the general social atmosphere, but serve a very specific…and I would argue…rather disappointing function.

Again, my problem isn’t that Cyrus wants to celebrate this culture, but how.

If one were going to be fascinated by and want to give a nod to “black strip club culture,” one might want to do it like Rihanna did in her Pour It Up video. Not only is this video beautifully made, it interestingly celebrates strip club culture without including a single male person in the video. Moreover, Rihanna seems to inherently understand that she is not a master of this form and allows the skilled entertainers who are, to come to the forefront rather than flank her as she perpetrates a poor imitation of what they are doing. Far from some tacky tongue out antics, there are truly interesting uses of light, color, and composition in this video. The addition of water brings something both new and titillating to the strip club setting.  And most importantly, this video highlights the remarkable amount of strength, coordination, flexibility, practice and stage presence it takes to master this art. In particular the world class athletes who do high level pole stunts. THIS feels like a celebration…not an exploitative rip off…and it is straight up SEXY.

 

So there it is Nadia.  You have your blog post.  I hope your Girlfriends enjoy and I will be resuming my vow of silence on Cyrus from here on out.

 

Upgrading to Racism 2.0: Lessons from Christian Perspectives on Sin

It’s been some time since I have posted something on my blog.  To be honest, I have been stalled in the middle of my series on Race and the Craft Brewing Industry; Part 2 has been in progress for some time and I haven’t wanted to break the continuity by blogging about something else.

Things, of course, change.

Recently, I have been thinking quite a bit about the nature of public debates about race and racism, inspired by the headlines on Treyvon Martin and Paula Dean, incidents and apologies from professional athletes like Riley Cooper and Jeremy Clements, and most recently discussions I have been involved in surrounding an article from NPR News about the lack of diversity in craft beer and a response from Rod Dreher in the American Conservative.  In each of these cases and in many, many others, I have noticed  increasingly adamant and sometimes quite hostile responses to the recognition of racist language, ideas, and acts.  In fact the recognition of racism is clearly being experienced as a serious accusation, an indictment of character–one that many believe is being leveled too often by unscrupulous liberals and minorities playing the infamous “race card.”

Sadly, in each of the cases I mentioned above, sorely needed discussions about complex racial politics in America were completely ignored in favor of useless debates about whether or not an individual should be called a racist or not.  These debates are often heated, contentious and serve to completely nullify the potentially positive effects of having difficult discussions about race that simply do not fall into black and white camps.

I believe the only way to get out of this escalating pattern of recognition and backlash and move toward productive discussion and debate is to upgrade our understanding of racism–Racism 2.0 if you will.  As I began spending more and more time thinking through what a more productive understanding of racism would look like, a somewhat unlikely parallel presented itself in Christian perspectives on sin.  This was unexpected because I do not personally identify as Christian and my understanding of Christian doctrine is limited to what I have experienced in the churches I attended in my youth (Southern Baptist and then a non-denominational Evangelical congregation), those I have periodically attended in adulthood (Presbyterian and Episcopalian), and theological conversations with Christian friends and Religious Studies colleagues in academia.  I am speaking, only,  from what I know and have observed and I warmly invite anyone with other perspectives to share those.

 

Racism Defined

I’ll begin with as much precision as possible.  My definition of racism is twofold.  One part is taken from the dictionary. The other is grounded in cultural theory.  Racism is:

  1. The belief that all members of each race possess characteristics or abilities specific to that race, especially so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another race or races.
  2. The unwillingness to acknowledge that contemporary understandings of race serve to significantly structure social, political, and economic life such that members of certain races experience systemic advantages or disadvantages in everyday life.

You will notice that neither of these definitions includes anything about maliciousness, intention, or questionable character.  They do not gesture toward severity, whether or not someone “got hurt,” or whether such sentiments are made public or privately held.  Neither dictates who can or cannot do racist things, think racist thoughts, or speak racist words.

These, I think, are vitally important things to remember.

 

Sin is not Always a Matter of Scale or Intention: Neither is Racism

I have listened to countess sermons that revolve, at least in part, around discussions of sin.  Many of those that were the most influential, I recall, were those that challenged members of the congregation to examine their own ideas, beliefs, and assumptions.  Many of these sermons held a mirror up, allowing folks of all persuasions to recognize sin in their own lives.  The sermons were not about murder or adultery or heroin use.  They were about small everyday acts, about turning your back on people in need out of fear, about failing to stand up for your principles in a bind, about white lies and short cuts.  These sermons acknowledged that most people can keep themselves away from “big sin,” but that it is the small, largely intentional or well-intended sin that can aggregate and lead an individual, a family, a community down a dark path.

Similarly, it seems that most people can keep themselves away from “big racism,” from overt acts of violence and discrimination.  They can manage not to lynch anyone, beat anyone, or burn crosses on people’s yards.  However, everyday acts that are based on essentialist notions of race are ingrained in our most banal habits and these are far more insidious.   The fact is that the effects of “little racism” are real and profound–they are evident in yawning wage gaps for people of color, patterns of bias in hiring hiring and promotion, differential lending practices by banks, longer prison sentences and more frequent convictions for people of color who commit the same crimes that whites do, and any number of other well-documented instances of systemic inequality.

I don’t believe that church going Christians and others enjoy having their thoughts or actions characterized as sinful, but there is a willingness on the part of most to own their sin when it is recognized and use it as a springboard to get better.  To be shown you have committed a sin, is not to be deemed an awful human or to be likened to those committing the worst atrocities.  It is to be shown you have done or said or thought something that within particular theological parameters counts as sin AND (more importantly) have been given an opportunity, an invitation to improve.

Imagine a world where the recognition of racism isn’t greeted with knee-jerk defensiveness, with denial on the grounds that the act was not significant or intentional or  malicious enough to “count” as racist?  What if we could all own our racism, accept the discomfort that doing so inevitably causes, but then also accept the invitation to improve?  Imagine how much ground we might cover.  I believe this has to begin with understanding that racism is not an unfortunate exception; rather, it is the norm.

 

Sin is Not Exceptional: Neither is Racism

As I consider almost all of my experiences in Christian churches, I am struck by the number of times I have heard the phrase “I am a sinner,”  the admission uttered without shame or defeat or despair.  I have heard it spoken by ministers and priests, deacons and elders, regular parishioners and two-mass-a-year types.  Though sin is almost universally understood as a dark and dangerous element of humanity–one that threatens the very fabric of Christian well-being–it is also nearly universally accepted that it is omnipresent and that it does not have to define those who have it.  I learned that to sin, is not to be damned, is not to be evil, it is not to carry an inherent maliciousness in your heart; but rather, it is to be human.  The understanding and acknowledgment of sin in oneself–through reflection, confession, prayer, and repentance–is understood to be a necessary part of the process of self-improvement and a contribution to the betterment of the world we share.

We as a country who grapples with the residue of our complicated (and not very distant) history of slavery could benefit tremendously from a similar kind of acceptance of racism.  Though I don’t believe that racism is an essential part of human nature (as many believe sin is), I do believe it is a fundamental part of American socialization.  It is, to offer a metaphor, in the water.

We have unfortunately become a culture of stone casters when it comes to racism.  We see in others what is equally part of our own make-ups, but refuse to acknowledge this reality.  I make it a point to be vocal about claiming my own racism and understanding where it originates.  I am a 35 year old black woman, who is months from completing my forth college degree, a PhD from an elite public university.  I learned and habituated, as a part of obtaining my position of educational privilege, racist ideas about intelligence.   Up until not too long ago, I had a tendency to don what I called my “ghetto” voice in some very problematic attempts at humor.  “Ghetto” voice was an amalgamation of dialect and slang, hyperbole and ignorance, that was (though I did not really examine the fact while I was doing it) supposed to be understood as “blacker” than my normal speech.  It took me a long time to understand  that my “performances” were only funny because I was wielding my privilege to secure a position of intellectual superiority based on the assumption that blackness and ignorance were essentially synonymous (but that I had somehow overcome this condition).  I recognize now, that my “harmless jokes” had the unintended consequence of authorizing  this kind of thought, action, and speech for the largely white community around me.

Experiences like this and countless others have brought me to the point where I can shamelessly, undefeated, and without despair say, “I am a racist.”  I am not afraid to admit this.  I am not only a racist, but I have racist ideas about people of my own racial heritage.  I recognize this to be a consequence of being socialized in the United States.  And I know that only through the honest acknowledgment of racism in myself can I hope to improve and contribute to the betterment of the world we share.

 

A Life without Sin is an Ongoing Project: So is an Anti-Racist Life

The kind of recognition I just described was not a one time occurrence for me.  It was one part of a process that I have committed myself to…indefinitely.   Because I understand racism to be a part of the status quo, to evolve and change, fracture and multiply, I understand the project of anti-racism to be an ongoing one.

I have watched friends and loved ones attend church from week to week, and pray and read the Bible from day to day, in a constant state of vigilance.  None of these people have ever assumed that they have or are likely to achieve a totally sinless life.  But they accept that to commit to a Christian life, is to sign up to work at it everyday and they do so willingly with the understanding that the work is worth it…for themselves, for those around them, for their children and their children.

The assumption that a person either is or is not racist is, in my estimation, one of the the biggest barriers to making progress on race relations in the U.S.  There are, simply, too many people who either don’t acknowledge the need to adopt anti-racism as an ongoing life project; too many who acknowledge the need, but do not recognize that it requires constant work; and too many who decide that the work is not for them to do (i.e. the belief that people of color are the only ones who need to work on the problem of racism).

Moreover, as I learned as a teenager attending youth group meetings, being attentive to sin in yourself and in others and committing to work on it daily can make one highly unpopular, isolated.  It is, in short, a risky venture.  I learned that I might take some abuse and have to weather the storms of ridicule and rejection as a result of sticking to the doctrines that were intended to structure my budding Christian life.  As a teenager, I wasn’t willing to put in this work and my behavior reflected this…loudly.  I don’t think that living as an anti-racist is much different–it can be  profoundly alienating to be the one who has to call out friends on telling inappropriate jokes or using terms that (while “not meant to be mean”) are harmful, dis-empowering, and/or reinforce dangerous stereotypes.

I am reminded, 20 years later, of a boy who called me to tell me that his parents would not let him go to a dance with me because they discovered I was black (a detail it did not occur to him to share) on the way to pick me up from my house.  I still remember the hurt and confusion I felt, wearing an outfit I’d just bought for the event.  I told my own parents that I just didn’t feel like going anymore.  His explanation, “they aren’t racist or anything, but they just don’t want people to say bad things about me” is common enough and  I have never been angry at him or his parents about this incident.  Even at that age I understood how strongly the instinct to protect our children can be.  However, I now understand that making the decision to “protect” our children in this way is also making the decision to accept the truth of the bad things people say.  It was, in this case, to act in agreement with the assumption that his being romantically linked to me (even as a teenager) is a character flaw for someone like him, a danger to his reputation simply because of the color of my skin.  I don’t believe these decisions were easy for his parents.  Nor do I think they are bad people just because I think they made the wrong ones.  I don’t believe decisions to live as an anti-racist are easy.  If they were, we might be much further along in achieving social justice.

 

Ignoring Sin Does Not Make it Go Away: “Colorbindness” is Equally as Ineffective for Eradicating Racism

Finally, Christian perspectives on sin offer an interesting way to think through what I believe to be a particularly problematic stance taken by a lot of very well meaning individuals.  I have heard dozens of people proudly announce their colorblindedness–the fact that they “don’t see color” and “accept people as just people” with out even thinking about race.  For a long time I was happy to hear such a statement. Now, I believe I will tell them to think harder.  Colorblindness, is becoming the #1 excuse to abdicate the personal responsibility to think about, deal with, and work to eliminate racism.

The parallel I have extended for the duration of this blog is instructive in this final aspect as well.  The Christian spaces I have navigated and observed seem to accept that sin is real, has real consequences, and cannot simply be ignored.  If we choose to focus on the good in people, the bad does not simply go away.  It may be personally satisfying, but it is not collectively productive.  And sadly, the notion that a nation which such a fraught history of racial injustice, might spontaneously adopt colorblindness from coast to coast thereby eliminating the need to grapple with racial politics, is little more than a beautiful fantasy and too often a justification for outright laziness.

 

Racism 2.0

If you have reached this part of my blog post and concluded that I am offering  Christianity as the solution to racism, you have missed the point entirely.  I have tried to show that a particular theological perspective on a large, complicated, dark and dangerous force can act as a productive model for a 21st-century understanding of racism that I believe will allow us as a society to more productively work on the problem.  We are, at this current historical moment, stuck in a highly unproductive loop that is leading to nothing but escalating polarization.

Racism 2.0 is an understanding that racism is not defined by scale, effect, or intention.  It does not matter if acts of racism are not overt and spectacular, if no one was harmed or took offense, if an individual doing racism “didn’t mean it that way.”  Racism 2.0 is understanding that racism is not rare or exceptional but a product of the time and place in which we live.  It is accepting that we are all not only capable of racism, but prone to think and act and speak in racist ways without knowing we are doing so.  Racism 2.0 is being willing to own our racism when it is recognized and understanding that this ownership has to be the first step in getting beyond it personally and collectively.  Finally Racism 2.0 is committing to anti-racism as ongoing project, to put effort into recognizing and resolving racism in all parts of our lives with the understanding that if we pay it forward all of us with reap the benefits of a more just world.

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I recognize that this is nothing short of a paradigm shift on racism.  An abandonment of a culture of accusation and the embracing of a culture of problem solving .  I recognize that this perspective will be unpopular with many.  But I also know that some of you will find promise in what I have shared here and I hope that some of you will feel inspired to join me in developing and learning within this space I am calling Racism 2.0.  If this describes you, please contact me and share your ideas.  I’d love to develop some sort of collaborative project with people who also believe that to beat racism we have to do a better job of understanding our relationship to it.

The Unbearable Whiteness of Brewing, Part 1: Paper Bags, 40 oz Bottles, & Malt Liquor Sub-Brands. How Big Beer helped to Define Black Beer Culture

I’d like to begin Part I by recommending that you read the Introduction.  Not only will it tell you something about the inspiration for the series, but it will provide some “rules of engagement” as it were.

 

A Question of Terminology

Minority beer culture? Urban beer culture? The beer culture of people historically marginalized on the basis of race, income, and educational attainment?- image originally appeared in the LA Times -

Minority beer culture? Urban beer culture? The beer culture of people historically marginalized on the basis of race, income, and educational attainment?
- image originally appeared in the LA Times -

WARNING: I am not a journalist.  I am a scholar accustomed to writing things for peer-reviewed academic journals that no one reads.  I am overly cynical and overuse punctuation like semicolons; I find that commas don’t communicate enough weight and periods don’t link related clauses satisfactorily (I am also fond of parentheses).  In short, this will probably be a wonky read for those of you accustomed to the streamlined, logical progression of blog articles written by journalists who have the good sense to the put the most important stuff up front and work their way through supporting details without tangents and oddly placed caveats.

I’d like to begin with a caveat about a key piece of terminology I plan to throw around for the duration of this article, that being the phrase black beer culture.  As I mentioned in the Introduction to this series, I wholeheartedly recognize that the racial dynamics of beer culture or American culture at large cannot be compressed into a black and white dynamic (my family of 3 is more complex than this).  So, there is a bit of danger and imprecision in using a term like black beer culture, particularly in comparison to something I am suggesting is “unbearably white.”

Hipsters [heart] 40s too

Hipsters [heart] 40s too

The thing is, I simply can’t come up with a better term.  I considered “minority beer culture.”  This struck me as far too bookish and oddly sanitized of the kinds of common cultural references that I will be drawing upon.  And there is the small bit of reality that my discussion here is in fact largely about Blacks and Latinos (though I hope the underlying ideas apply more broadly). Similarly, I thought of using the term “urban beer culture,” but I realized that term is just as effective in evoking the image of a chic gastro-pub on your nearest gentrified inner city block as it is in evoking the image of a convenience store where the cashier keeps a pile of 40oz-sized paper bags on the counter like coffee shops keep cardboard sleeves.  I thought about using “40oz beer culture,” since that particular form factor for malt beverages will be a central focus for this post, but ultimately I found the term in one sense too narrow (since it leaves out rural areas in which the kinds of cultural phenomena I will be discussing thrive) and in another sense too broad (since ironic hipster-types and frat boys love to drink 40s in eye-roll generating acts of cultural appropriation).  Ultimately, I decided to settle with black beer culture, for all of its flaws and exclusions, it does the best job of referencing what I am trying to get at… that is, the idea of a beer culture, largely made up by Blacks and Latinos, in which convenience stores (not bars, brewpubs, or bottleshops) are the primarily means of distribution for a “beer” product that remains largely outside of mainstream beer consumption and certainly outside of craft beer consumption–that is, “malt liquor.”

While there are certainly a number of barriers in play, including income levels and the geographies of distribution, it is my assertion here that the existence of black beer culture is the biggest barrier to entry into craft beer culture for people of color.  I don’t mean to say that people of color are all a part of black beer culture and so they aren’t inclined to jump ship for what is ostensibly a white beer culture (though that is certainly the reality for some), I mean to say that the idea of black beer culture alone has had a tremendous impact on the shape of the brewing industry and beer consumption.  Though I will have to do more research to support this hypothesis, I believe this impact is part of the reason why status seeking Blacks are so insistent on conspicuously consuming premium liquors–as an effort, in part, to make distance between black, cosmopolitan, upward mobility and the comparatively low status of black beer culture.  I believe the desire to make distance (though it might not be one that people overtly recognize) is so great that upwardly mobile Blacks have largely abandoned beer entirely–rarely acknowledging the possibility of enjoying “good” beer.

The question to start with is then, “Where did black beer culture come from?”

An Origin Story

I owe an enormous debt of gratitude to All About Beers Julie Johnson, first for reading and commenting on my in-cohesive babble and second for turning me on to the writing of Kihm Winship.  Mr. Winship has dome some incredible work on the history of malt liquor in the US that has far eclipsed  any of the ragged strands of research I have been attempting to weave together for this series.  In fact, if you have the time, you should read Malt Liquor: A History before reading on.  It’ll save me from having to pen a few thousand words of background.

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Informative, right?  What I think is most important to take from Winship’s piece is that the marriage between poor & working class, urban Blacks and malt liquor  was not a maliciously arranged one.  It was, as are many things of this nature, the result of social knowledge, practical business decisions, biases and stereotypes, complicity, and good old fashioned chance.  The perpetuation of this relationship, I believe, is another story entirely.  Further, I happen to agree (though for different reasons entirely) with religious leaders in the black community, urban youth advocacy groups, and conspiracy whackos that this marriage has not been a good thing.

In particular, there are three practices that have been adopted by the brewers of malt liquor since it was first targeted toward minority markets in the 1960s that I believe defined and solidified the nature of black beer culture as it exists today.  First, producers of malt liquor have maintained “beer” and “malt liquor” as conceptually different products.  Second, malt liquors do not bear the names of their parent brands.  Third, producers have been remarkably narrow with distribution practices for these products.  I want to make it clear that I am not suggesting that the producers of malt liquor have adopted any of these practices with any other intention than to make money.  I am however, suggesting that consequences are rarely a matter of intention and that these practices have had some very real, very lasting effects.

Conceptual product differences: Beer vs. Malt Liquor

The other day I was talking though a mental draft of this blog entry, and my wonderful partner looked at me asked, “so what’s the difference between ‘malt liquor’ and ‘beer’.”  And I responded by pointing out that in many states laws governing the sale of alcohol mandated that beers above 5% ABV must be sold under the name malt liquor.  With another side cock of the head, “are those laws still enforced?”  I offered that I thought not, with all the legislative victories won by craft brewers in the last 15 years or so.  I then posited that it was the percentage of adjuncts (sugar, rice, corn, and even soy) used in the brewing of malt liquors that set them apart from “proper” beers. But, I realized that assertion was completely wrong before it came out of my mouth. Traditional domestic brands–think the big three and their “lights”–typically contain 25%-65% adjuncts (Tremblay and Tremblay, 2005, p 108).  So if the stuff inside a 40oz bottle has no higher a proportion of adjuncts than the Silver Bullet and has just as much a legal claim to the name “beer” as does a 60 Minute IPA, why exactly don’t we call it beer?

I don’t know that I can answer this question with certainty, but I would hazard a guess that in matters of love and capitalism there must be some value in keeping things the way they are. It has been established that American malt liquors, since the time of their introduction, have been marketed on the grounds of their potency–so perhaps there is an affinity for the word “liquor.”  To be honest, I am less interested in why and  more interested in what I believe to be the result–a conceptual differentiation that makes malt liquor simultaneously beer and not beer.  A result that has produced  a kind of “separate but equal” economic positioning of malt liquor brands on the part of the industry… and we all know that “separate but equal” does wonders for making arbitrary segregation make sense.

The 40oz bottle, then, has embodied this conceptual difference.  It is a form factor almost exclusively used by malt liquor brands.  With its clear glass (who cares about light damage? it already tastes like crap), the product inside obviously presents itself as beer-like, but physically it distinguishes its drinkers.  My fellow craft beer aficionados know that as craft beer gravities begin approaching double digits, packaging starts moving from 6-packs to 4-packs and pub pours move from pints to 10oz snifters.  However, malt liquors offer a high gravity product in a container that encourages rapid consumption in a single sitting.  Drinking a recapped 40 is something akin to eating a cold Bloomin’ Onion, it can be done but the limited shelf life of the product is palpable.  Drinking a 40 too slowly results in a significant warming of the end of bottle, and with warmth the assy notes in American malt liquor become really pronounced.

Even stranger to me is that the 40oz bottle seems to have made its home in public life.  The idea of someone taking a 40 of malt liquor home to pour it into a glass to enjoy with dinner is as strange as the idea of country music rapper (sorry “hick-hop” artist), .  For better or for worse the 40oz bottle of malt liquor is understood as a direct-to-mouth delivery method, oriented for largely public and social consumption. Whatever the causes for this understanding, the effect has been a very lasting stigmatization of malt liquor as a sign of abuse by the underemployed (being in public drinking and not at work).

Perhaps it’s not so mysterious that commercial breweries don’t want to call their “premium light lagers” and their “malt liquors” by the same name.

Malt Liquors don’t bear the names of their parent brands

Not only do the producers of malt liquor reserve the name “beer” for their mainstream products, they also fail to claim ownership of their malt liquors. Interestingly, another version of this practice has been in beer news as of late.  When the Brewers Association released its Craft vs. Crafty statement last month, ripples shot through the brewing community.  The statement, leveled by the organizational heart of the craft beer industry, points out the recent practice on the part of macro-breweries of marketing some of their newer products as craft beers (craft beers, however, are by definition produced by small independent breweries), specifically calling out SABMiller’s Blue Moon and Anheuser-Bush InBev’s Shock Top.  The statement suggests that this practice is at a minimum strategic and conceivably intentionally deceptive. For the record, I too, think it sucks.

But this practice has been going on for years with regard to malt liquor brands and this move is no less strategic.  Again, I will forgo the question of whether or not this is simply “smart business” or something more sinister (though you are encouraged to comment on the matter below); But, I do want to draw attention to what I think is an important consequence–a lack of product movement among malt liquor drinkers.

Those of you who are now hopelessly in love with craft beer, probably have a story of courtship to tell.  Your story may be something like my own, in that it includes keg stands and beer pong and a slow discovery of better flavors among imports and large craft brands (Guinness, Bass, Sierra Nevada, Samuel Adams, etc.).  And like my own experience, you may have eventually come to a watershed moment of discovery of the wonders created in regional breweries, local brewpubs, and Belgian monasteries.  My own process of product movement from crap to craft was aided, in part, by  a series smaller and horizontal moves. Many of such moves are enabled by parent-brand familiarity. For example, a fan of the ubiquitous Sam Adams Boston Lager may find their way to a Sam Adams Imperial Stout and thus be introduced to a completely unfamiliar style of beer (and perhaps more craft beers in general) simply on the grounds of product movement within a brand.  Malt liquor brands don’t bear the names of their parent brands, blocking a potential avenue of product movement for it’s drinkers.  In short, malt liquors don’t have way up to different (higher quality) products, which, is in fact odd.  Most multi-brand corporations build portfolios that allow consumers a way to “climb the latter” to more costly (and often higher quality) products.

Black beer culture, then, offers few ways out, being a conceptually different product than mainstream beers and offering few avenues for exploration with the brand-familiary avenue blocked.

Owned by Pabst in the 1980s and currently by MillerCoors

Owned by Pabst in the 1980s and currently by MillerCoors

Currently owned by MillerCoors

Currently owned by MillerCoors

Currently owned by virtual brewer Pabst Brewing Company (brewed by MillerCoors)

Currently owned by virtual brewer Pabst Brewing Company (brewed by MillerCoors)

Currently owned by Anheuser-Busch InBev

Currently owned by Anheuser-Busch InBev

Currently owned by Anheuser-Busch InBev

Currently owned by Anheuser-Busch InBev

 

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Currently owned by SAB Miller

 

 

 

 

Currently owned by MillerCoors

Currently owned by SAB Miller

 

Currently owned by virtual brewer Pabst Brewing Company (brewed by MillerCoors)

Currently owned by virtual brewer Pabst Brewing Company (brewed by MillerCoors)

 

 

Currently owned by virtual brewer Pabst Brewing Company (brewed by MillerCoors)

Currently owned by virtual brewer Pabst Brewing Company (brewed by MillerCoors)

 

Producers have been extremely narrow with distribution practices

I’ve already alluded to the final practice I want to discuss a few times; That is, the limited avenues of distribution reserved for malt liquors.  With kegs of high gravity offerings now gracing the tap handles of bars all over the country, there are few legal obstacles to potentially serving King Cobra or Hurricane from a tap handle in bar, baseball stadium, or theme park next to Michelob Ultra Light, Bud Light, Rolling Rock, Natural Light, Shock Top and Land Shark (consequently, these are all Anheuser-Busch InBev brands).

Malt liquors are narrowly distributed through convenience stores, gas stations, and grocery stores.  Though the statement is not overtly made, many of us have come to understand that malt liquor is not legitimate enough, too dangerous, or too associated with the “wrong crowd” to be served in any self-respecting bar or pub.  And again, the stigmatization and isolation of black beer culture is reinforced.  I can’t help but ask, if Old English were served in neighborhood sports bars, would the boundary between black beer culture and mainstream beer culture (and thus craft beer culture) be more porous?

For me the answer is undeniably, YES.

 

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Now appearing on Facebook walls everywhere... this.

Now appearing on Facebook walls everywhere… this.

There are, no doubt many more significant contributors to the nature and staying power of black beer culture.  And I would be remiss if I did not at least mention the influence of Hip-Hop culture’s adoption of the 40oz bottle as an icon of black masculinity. The degree to which people of color have embraced malt liquor as a very visible symbol of cultural identity cannot be minimized. Every young, dark-skinned, baggy pants wearing man clutching a 40oz of malt liquor as a performance of his “blackness” AND every other young person who chooses to appropriate these gestures, have done just as much or more to solidify the nature of black beer culture as have the producers of the country’s largest malt liquor brands.

I am unwilling to say that this, in itself, is wrong.  Performances of identity are powerful things and the choice of symbolic artifacts can be empowering in culturally significant ways that most of us can never hope to understand.

Still, the overarching question that I am trying to address–why is the brewing industry, in particular the craft brewing industry, so devoid of color?–is one inspired by my love of craft beer and its community.  It is a question inspired by my belief that many of the things being championed by craft beer culture–knowledge of product origins, respect for quality, exposure to new and different things, sustainability, pride in craft, and strong local businesses– are things that EVERYONE should get to enjoy along with their beer.

 

Next Up >>> Part 2 – Playing Golf, Making Sailboats, Starting Microbreweries, and Other Things White Dudes Do for Fun: The Microbrew Revolution as Entrepreneurial Leisure

The Unbearable Whiteness of Brewing: An Introduction of Sorts

I’d like to begin by giving a nod to Josh Smicker, who is responsible for the truly epic play on Milan Kundera’s classic work that has become the title of this blog series. You, Sir, are a king among men.

Beginnings are Never Easy

In fact, I’ve not begun writing this series of blog posts on numerous occasions because I could not decide how to begin.  I debated starting with an anecdote that reveals the significant internal tension I experience as a black, queer, woman navigating the overwhelmingly white, heteronormative, male (to lesser degree) world of craft beer.  I thought about starting with a list of instructions/disclaimers about how the casual reader should engage with this blog, in hopes of intercepting the inevitable accusations that I’m just another nut-ball academic that wants to make everything about race.  Then, I thought maybe a better way to go might be to  introduce myself, try to build some credibility by giving a short summary of my intellectual, professional, and emotional commitments to beer culture at large.  At the end of all this waffling, I figured I better do it all and try to use some humor along the way.

So, without further rambling, the introductions.

Introduction A – The Anecdote

It’s not quite 8 am, on a Saturday no less, as I trace a slow lap around 3,000 shining square feet of empty space. The double doors that open to an alley shared by a row of bars and restaurants were left unlocked by the cleaning crew—a wiry-armed black woman and a stocky, somewhat stone-faced man I imagined to be her son—and so I spend the few minutes I expected to pass standing outside by the door, inside pacing idly and imaging where to begin setting up tables.

We’d let them in, the “cleaning crew,” after 11:00 pm knowing they would more than likely be cleaning the recently renovated space through the early hours of the morning. Having returned, in all likelihood, just hours after they’ve left, I involuntarily shutter, trying to shake off a sharp stab of embarrassment at the folksy nature I’d adopted with their arrival—a compulsory response to the abrupt discomfort of seeing other black folks performing the kinds of under-paid and under-appreciated labor about which I so often have the luxury to write criticism. We still “get” each other though, I’d thought at them with an over-enthusiastic smile.

In just over four hours, my nagging fear that the event will not draw enough attendees to be considered a success is replaced by the fear that the 200+ gallons of beer donated and served by area homebrewers and the 50+ gallons donated by local breweries will be gone well before the festival is over. In just over five hours, the event will sell out and we will begin turning people away at the door. In just over six hours, I will begin to loosen my tense hold on sobriety and see the festival, for the first time, from the perspective of its attendees rather than one of its planners. I will snake through the crowded room to visit homebrewers proudly pouring beers that were brewed in backyards and kitchens, conditioned in the corners of closets and basements. In just over nine hours, I will, with far less speed and precision, begin to collapse and restack the tables that I am currently covering with disposable plastic tablecloths. I will smile to myself with the sounds of enthusiastic complements still ringing in my ears. I will reflect upon the surprising number of women in attendance, still a very modest percentage of the overall attendees, but a percentage that stands in stark contrast to those seen at the events I attended just five years ago, frequently as one of only three or four women in rooms of hundreds of beer enthusiasts. I will begin, finally, to suspect that the festival raised a respectable amount of money for the food bank—a suspicion that will be confirmed a week later when $6,000 donation check is cut.

These are excerpts from the dozens of journal entries I scribbled about my experiences co-organizing and co-managing the inaugural Homebrew for Hunger festival in Chapel Hill, NC in the fall of 2011.  There’s hardly a “story” told here, but my hope is that these brief reflections begin to stir up some of the great mucky mass of “stuff” that has been inspiring me to write this series for more than a year now.  During my comparatively short tenure in the world of craft beer (10-15 years or so), I have seen things shift tremendously, particularly with reference to the presence of women.  But, there is a group that is nearly as conspicuously absent today as it was in the late 1990s (and I suspect in the 1970s and 1980s when American craft beer was getting its legs), people of African decent (that’s PC-speak for black people).

This isn’t an absence I go looking for, despite the frequent accusations of a few well-meaning friends.  It’s one I can’t help but realize.  I’ll try, gently, to make this point.  Over the years, I’ve been involved in a number of interracial relationships (big whoop, I know) .  Years ago, I brought a partner of European descent (that’s PC-speak for white people), to a family gathering.  Afterwards, we were doing the customary family gathering debriefing and he expressed that he’d experienced some serious discomfort on account of being “like, the only white person in a room full of black people.”  At the time, I probably wasn’t as sensitive as I needed to be, pointing out that I had a name for the reverse condition (being “like, the only black person in a room full of white people”) and that name was “school.”  But painful relationship memories aside, there’s a bit of perspective-taking that I hope can be opened up as a result of this little story.  Even the most secure, confident, not-racist, jazz appreciating, white folks out there who “have like four black friends” notice when they are the only one in a room full of black people and feeling discomfort in this situation is part of the complexity of being human, not inherently racist.  It should follow that black folks, like myself, navigating similar situations, who happen to notice and voice their thoughts about them aren’t playing the race card.  Rather, we are noticing what’s plainly obvious around us… and this is something I can’t help but notice in every quality bottle shop I enter, every taproom, every tasting dinner, homebrew shop, festival, or brewery tour.  From every casual scanning of a craft brewery’s website to the Staff page of Brewers Association, it’s pretty obvious to anyone inclined to notice that craft beer is remarkably white.

Introduction B – The Rules

Cultural criticism is a funny practice.  For all the thought and over-thought that gets put into it, it’s tremendously easy to pull things out of it that aren’t intended.  In an effort to address some of the more likely ways this could happen, I’d like to spell out some rules and disclaimers for this blog series.

  1. White people, nothing is your fault.  I know that sounded super crazy, but I mean it.  Nothing here is meant to put any group of people on the defensive, suggest culpability, or place the responsibility to change the current state of things on any one group of people.  (Though if anyone feels inclined to offer reparations in the form of craft beer, email me and I will send an address through which you may absolve your guilt).  Lord knows, I wish that some committee of crusty old, racist, greedy capitalist types were off somewhere pulling the strings on things like this so that there actually was someone to “blame,” but in the absence of such a group lets just say that things are the way they are because of the intersecting influences of an innumerable number of cultural, social, political, and economic factors.  This series of blog posts can be taken, then, as a feeble attempt to wrap my head around some of what we might call “significant” factors.
  2. I’m not talking about your friend.  As a college professor, I’ve become familiar with a number of interesting knee-jerk responses to particular types of shared information.  There is perhaps none more predictable than the responses given to generalized information about cultural inequity.  For example, I might offer, “Women in the United States earn 77 cents to each dollar that men earn for comparable work.”  In response, I might get, “Well, I have a friend who works at a PR firm in town and she earns more than her male associates and also she got a raise before all of them and also she knows how to change a tire.”  Generalized information isn’t offered to explain EVERY situation, but rather speak to the majority, what is considered “normal,” or the status quo.  In short, your friend is rad.
  3. Yes, I have heard Garrett Oliver… and I have a large beer-foodie crush on him.  Unfortunately, the existence of one black craft beer superhero doesn’t do much to change the widespread phenomena about which I’ll be blogging.
  4. The world is not black and white.  I am afraid I am already guilty of a gross omission, of distilling the cultural landscape of craft beer into two racial categories, which we all know is a far cry from reality.  The fact is, craft beer is diversifying, and I do not want to take attention away from that process.  At the same time, I suspect that some of the old preconceptions and stereotypes that falsely divided the US into a black and white nation are what are at work within the brewing industry — certainly within “Big Beer” but also within the craft segment.  I use this false dichotomy in order to 1) draw attention to its falsity and 2) be frank about the kinds of assumptions people make.  In no way do I want to exclude the experiences of other groups of people (particularly those who are regularly “othered”).
  5. Comments are welcome and encouraged!   I have two great aspirations for this blog series. First, that more people than those I can personally threaten will read it and, second, that folks will comment.  To be honest, I have been terribly afraid to say many of things I have said already and will be saying over the coming days and weeks, not because they are overly inflammatory (I hope), but because in my experience they are simply not talked about. It would be tremendous if this series helped to bring a little more volume to this conversation.  Just keep it classy folks.

Introduction C – About Myself

This blog series is a result of the fact that I think about craft beer all the time… really.  I am completing a PhD in Communication & Cultural Studies at the University of North Carolina (GO HEELS!) and writing my dissertation about the cultural-economic condition of the American Brewing Industry since the turn of the 20th century.  You can read some of this research soon.  “Drinking Local: Sustainable brewing, alternative food networks, and the politics of valuation,” will appear in a forthcoming edited volume from Lexington Press, currently titled The Food and Everyday Life Reader.   Though I have recently relocated to Charlottesville, VA to take a teaching position, while I lived in NC, I supported myself through graduate school, in part, by managing purchasing for the Homebrew and Winemaking arm of Fifth Season Gardening Company a “Brew-and-Grow” retailer with five locations in NC and VA — through which, I gained first-hand knowledge of some of the industry’s largest manufacturers, growers, and wholesalers of brewing supplies and ingredients.  I am an avid homebrewer who has taught numerous  classes on  homebrewing and have had the good fortune to speak at a couple of festivals and academic conferences on the topic.  Finally, and like most anyone who would be reading this blog entry, I love beer.  I love drinking it and talking about it and making it and the community it engenders.  I love learning about it and teaching others about it and the sense of like-mindedness I experience around other craft beer drinkers. And I want to make clear that this sense of community, of like-mindedness, exists in spite of the racial disparities I’ll be discussing here.  It is not my intention to chastise, rather to hold up a mirror to a community of which I am proudly a member.  I believe, as Christopher O’Brien, suggests that beer can be a catalyst for positive change in the world.  And if we are to make that change, we need to do so intelligently.

 

NEXT UP >>> Part 1: Paper Bags, 40 oz Bottles, & Malt Liquor Sub-Brands: How Big Beer helped to Define Black Beer Culture