Mamas Baby, Papas Maybe: An American Grammar Book
Mamas Baby, Papas Maybe: An American Grammar Book
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妈妈宝贝,爸爸也许:一本美国语法书
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2020
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Hortense i. Spillers
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H. Spillers;Hortense i. Spillers
Let’s face it. I am a marked woman, but not everybody knows my name. “Peaches” and “Brown Sugar,” “Sapphire” and “Earth Mother,” “Aunty,” “Granny,” God’s “Holy Fool,” a “Miss Ebony First,” or “Black Woman at the Podium”: I describe a locus of confounded identities, a meeting ground of investments and privations in the national treasury of rhetorical wealth. My country needs me, and if I were not here, I would have to be invented. W. E. B. DuBois predicted as early as 1903 that the twentieth century would be the century of the “color line.” We could add to this spatiotemporal confi guration another thematic of analogously terrible weight: if the “black woman” can be seen as a particular fi guration of the split subject that psychoanalytic theory posits, then this century marks the site of “its” profoundest revelation. The problem before us is deceptively simple: the terms enclosed in quotation marks in the preceding paragraph isolate overdetermined nominative properties. Embedded in bizarre axiological ground, they demonstrate a sort of telegraphic coding; they are markers so loaded with mythical prepossession that there is no easy way for the agents buried beneath them to come clean. In that regard, the names by which I am called in the public place render an example of signifying property plus. In order for me to speak a truer word concerning myself, I must strip down through layers of attenuated meanings, made an excess in time, over time, assigned by a particular historical order, and there await whatever marvels of my own inventiveness. The personal pronouns are offered in the service of a collective function. In certain human societies, a child’s identity is determined through the line of the Mother, but the United States, from at least one author’s point of view, is not one of them: “In essence, the Negro community has been forced into a matriarchal structure which, because it is so far out of line with the rest of American society, seriously retards the progress of the group as a whole, and imposes a crushing burden on the Negro male, and in consequence, on a great many Negro women as well” [Moynihan 75; emphasis mine]. The notorious bastard, from Vico’s banished Roman mothers of such sons, to Caliban, to Heathcliff, and Joe Christmas, has no offi cial female equivalent.