The audacity of anger | Chelsea Bond

They tell us to have ‘hope’. But hope doesn’t get us anywhere. As a black woman I can’t afford to be anything but angry

Late last year I attended a conference on institutional racism which purported to commemorate the 50th anniversary of Carmichael (Ture) and Hamilton’s enunciation of the term in their seminal text Black Power: The Politics of Liberation. Naturally, in preparation for the conference I revisited the book. You can imagine my surprise then to find only one of the eight keynotes were black (though he was not a blackfella) and most of the keynote addresses in their concern about racism focused on feelings and the task of getting people onboard with anti-racism (and by people, I mean white people). Strangely, there appeared to be little intellectual engagement with the concepts of race or power, which struck me as odd, because this conference was after all held in Narrm, home of the “rabble” which shuts down the city almost as routinely as it hosts a footy match.

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