How Long, That Long
Jake’s poetics was not just elegizing the dead, it was messing with a cordon sanitaire, erected by white power, to ensure that any monument, any memorial built, would be made into yet another form of concealment.
As a white person, a white man, his elegizing, like monuments that are built in lieu of real community reckoning, could act as more “forgetting,” more order, and constraint.
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As a human, in America, which is to say a raced being, someone given a script, a role, and a director yelling, “Cut!”—no matter how he was raced, his elegies, meant to honor, would be folded in. Because that is the dramaturgy of power that is race.
How long, not long. Too long, not strong. Not strong enough, too long. How strong, not long. Too strong, how long. Long enough, how strong. Not soon enough, not strong. The struggle. The tug of war. The rug, swept under it.