#spillers

I love how during the fight scene in 14x13, when Cas was choking Dean against the wall,  Dean didn't do anything but reach for Cas's heart. 

from “Mama’s Baby, Papa’s Maybe,” Hortense J. Spillers

The stylistic elements of the idiomatic were (and remain) for me a *political* choice, inasmuch as I have wanted, as a critico-theoretical practitioner, to *surprise* the most blatant of the racist presumptions that invade every field of discourse, from advertising and its slick manipulations of the word-image, to the languages of learning and criticism, for...the *materiality of discourse* is as solid an aspect of political economy as the Gross Domestic Product, and its far-flung subtleties and evasions, its coded displacements and well-choreographed insinuations, decidedly more pernicious as the missile that hides its hand. To spot it by preventing, or warding off, its closures, *on its own terrain*, with its own weapons, defines the 'war,' as I have understood it. And indeed, my perception that I was embattled turned out to be utterly right. Within six years of Gayatri C. Spivak's 'Derrida,' which, among a handful of other texts, altered critical practice in the humanities academy forever, one of my tenure referees would actually write the words that Wellesley's harshly reactionary English department would put to good use—in effect, the idea that the 'cause' of 'Black Studies' could best be served by writing that was 'clear' coded the notion that there was nothing afoot in the literary and cultural studies that it engendered that was not already known; in other words, why make a mountain out of a mole-hill, since everybody and his mama knew that this 'stuff' wasn't 'about' much? [Para.] For lack of a better word, I have called this massive conviction 'idea bigotry,' and when it carries on the pulse of the race-driven nerve, its virulence defies description. We actually have no vocabulary to explain it, even though I have conjectured that Melanie Klein's bundle of attitudes identified as 'envy' gets us on its track. I have also regretted over the ensuing years that, with few exceptions (and I have also had the good fortune to experience a couple of the exceptional sites as well), I believe that this nest of malicious feeling, of diseased disregard, becomes the special property of the academy's English Department precisely because its objects are so elusive.