First, I encourage y’all to do some googling because I cannot rehash a lot of stuff, but I’ll give you one link to get started. Start here and I warn you there is a lot of ugly art involved.
While I was waiting for AWP to make the linked decision I started thinking very hard about boycotting along with a lot of other folks.
I calculated how expensive it will be, travel, hotel, books etc. And it is a lot of money. I will probably spend almost a month of my dayjob pay.
That money could do a lot of things. New tech for my partner and I, it could go into a moving fund, it could do a lot of things.
I was very close to not going. Very, very close.
And then I saw this:
AWP must protect the efficacy of the conference subcommittee’s work. The group’s work must focus on the adjudication of the 1,800 submitted proposals, not upon the management of a controversy that has stirred strong objections and much ill-will toward AWP and the subcommittee. Perpetuating the controversy would not be fair to the many writers who have submitted the proposals.
These disrespectful mother fuckers.
As if those of us who weren’t acting out of “ill-will” but justifiable concern that someone who engages in and profits from playing with racism and using literary Blackface would be in that kind of position of power. I will not pay to have anything to do with that person.
I got angrier.
I am going because I want the people in charge to see that in spite of their anti-Blackness I am still there. I will have things to sell. I will meet other authors.
I will read as much as I can.
In spite of how nervous the crowds and everything make me I will be known. I will be seen. I will not be shuttled into the shadows because AWP values freedom of speech, but not protecting their POC members who also pay to be members from racists.
I also have an idea that I might want to do some guerilla reading. I will tweet my wee heart out. I will make as much of my presence known as I can because I want them, and the writer in question to know that their actions have not scared me away.
I want to make people I KNOW have not supported or even shown a little bit of willingness to do the work of anti-racism that their lack of action hasn’t made me docile.
As I said to MCAG on twitter last week, I’ve got a heart full of gasoline and a book of matches. My boots are on this ground.
Not just because of Vanessa Place. Fuck, Vanessa Place and her ilk.
Because this is my life.
This- literature and writing means more to me than everything.
I am not a concept.
I refuse to hand over my life, my history, my pain to Whiteness, so that it can be regurgitated and fed back to Whiteness.
If I have to go to mother fucking AWP and stand in the middle of the book fair sobbing because of all this it will happen.
If I have to read EVERY single poem I’ve written about how this shit make me feel I will.
I will be seen.
I will be heard.
So fair warning.
AWP I am coming.
I will not be cowed.
I will not be silenced.
I will also probably do some dedicated fundraising to help with costs. In the meantime scroll down to your right for my new masterpost on supporting my work.