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THROW BREAD ON ME

Brad Rohloff

Embroidered Patch

2.5″ x 3.5″

Edition of 200

2016

(and, side note, don’t think it’s a bullshit evasive term like “politically correct”)

firstly: to me, calling someone out primarily means calling them out for abuse or assault.  that’s the context I first heard the term in.  like confronting a rapist, for example.  therefore, I really dislike the use of term call-out to mean political critique; I think it’s appropriative, and also paints the situation as much more serious and black-and-white than it likely is.  but I’m gonna use it here because I think these associations of the term is part of why people use it and part of the dynamic I’m criticising.  plus almost without exception it’s people who actually use the phrase “call-out” whose behaviour I have an issue with.  they’re often people who seem to have read guides to calling out an abuser and over-applied that dynamic to relatively minor infractions.  basically the issue I have with the callout is that personal reactions to it are coded as irrelevant defense mechanisms.  when the personal is totally and only political, it ceases to exist as a category worth paying attention to.  so the only valid response to a call-out that you think is unfair or cruel is to deploy a counter-callout.  it becomes a kind of theoretical arms race, and the winner is the person who can spot the most structural influence on an individual shitty interaction. see: all the posts talking about how call-out culture can trigger anxiety, or rely on racist or classist norms of language use, or in some other way reinforce oppression.   all these things are true!  but sometimes I think the salient issue is just that people are being total fucking assholes.  yeah, everything is political on some level, but that’s not always the only or even the most important thing going on in an individual interaction.  (see also: people mistaking their individual feelings of alienation for political marginalisation.)  and while being an asshole affects marginalised people in particular ways, and has a political element like everything does, sometimes the best and most useful way to conceptualise someone’s behaviour is just “god, what an asshole”.  in particular, while it’s nobody’s especial duty to hold people’s hand, I think it’s unreasonable to expect to maintain a personal relationship with someone you are constantly harshly critiquing.  that’s an unequal dynamic and it can verge on psychological abuse.  like, do people know the history of the radical political critique?  we know that we’re not the first people ever to think of anything, right?  it’s not always good and healthy.  forcing people to submit to political criticism they were not permitted to answer back to was a key tactic of totalitarian Leftist re-education schemes in the twentieth century; it was also a key factor in the brainwashing of radicals into cult-like terrorist collectives.  so telling people that they cannot ever argue with a critique — that they just have to suck it up and apologise — is kind of terrifying to me.   those who do not remember their history are doomed to repeat it, and all that. 

when I criticise people’s politics, particularly people I expect to have personal contact with in non-activist settings, it’s really important to me that I do it in a way that respects them and doesn’t degenerate into personal abuse.  yeah, it’s easy to say that they shouldn’t take it personally, but if you KNOW that a particular way of framing a critique is going to reduce someone to a puddle of cringing self-consciousness, why the hell would you go ahead and do it that way?  that’s not ethical and it’s not effective.  and don’t tell me you just can’t control your rage, that’s bullshit, you’re not talking like that to your shitty sexist boss, are you?  I get pissed off as much as the next person.  but I do the mature thing and vent to my friends or, like, my tumblr (that’s what it’s for!).  when I’m trying to figure out how to tackle an issue I have with an individual, I wanna focus on what’s effective, not on what I think will make me feel better.  and, yeah, on what’s KIND.  kindness by definition is not given to people because they deserve it.  I want to stop focusing on who deserves what.  it’s so gross.  we all deserve nothing and everything.  

and it also points to this other thing that goes on in the tumblrverse and activist communities that function kind of like it - 

- where language schematics become like this sole/central point of activism, and language activism almost gets held above any other type of action for social change: you might be a very thoughtful and dedicated organizer who’s worked for a longass time on the ground or in critical non-profits or NGOs, but if you don’t use exactly the right words, you’re just some privledged asshole who doesn’t give a shit about other people

Mouse with a Spinning Wheel. Ink and watercolor on paper. 12 x 7.6 cm.

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