缅怀利斯

IF 1.6 Q1 ANTHROPOLOGY
M. Blakey
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I met Leith as an expert on women’s health in Ghana, on medical anthropology there and in New York City, on racism and its pale multicultural shadow, and on the confluence of racism, sexism, and class with her late husband, Manning Marable. She was an advocate of public engagement as an extension of the long lineage of African diasporic activist scholarship she knew so well. Leith has left a body of literature to be explored, unpacked, and examined for future use. But the fact is, for Leith and me, such work was no more or less than the boat we sailed together as intellectually affective human beings. Leith and I were platonic lovers in the best and classic sense, sharing a deep affection for our common intellectual passions, aspirations for humanity, and an abiding respect for each other. We often each helped complete the other’s agenda. Our association was anthropology. While she and I had many other lives, our lives together were lived there. That is the story I will tell. How she entered the same space in which I and our compatriots were also situated to enjoy friendship and a common mission, is perhaps to arrive at the “conjuncture” or “concurrent configuration” of preceding events that Stuart Hall discussed at the University of the West Indies in 2004. He resolved Marx’s contradictory conclusion that history is determining, by adding that there are moments of “contingency” by which individuals and groups choose what they will do with the history they are given. That is what Leith, Manning, Johnnetta, Faye, A. Lynn, Ted, Sheila, Carlos, Lesley, Yolanda, Lee, Angela, Roger, Alaka, Steve, Irma, Pem, and so many others of the Decolonizing Generation (Allen and Jobson 2016) pondered with purpose. What, as anthropologists, can we do at our personal conjunctures to expose and remove the veil over the intersecting oppressions of our daily lives and those of our loved ones? 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我和Leith Mullings是亲密的同事和朋友。她的作品富有洞察力、实质性、进步性,而且总是充满人性。但当我想起利斯时,我想起了在大学生活之外,有姐妹情谊的特权。她是一个特殊的群体,多年来,她的关系在一个广泛的活动家学院的大厅里,在活动家学者的社会中得到了培养,作为一个替代品,如果相互作用的话,宇宙占据了与美国人类学协会(AAA)会议相同的空间和时间。所以我想问:在人类学这个较冷的空间里,以最温暖的方式了解一个女人,分享想法,这有多美妙?我想把这些对我姐姐的回忆添加到她的不朽记录中。我在加纳遇到了Leith,她是加纳妇女健康专家,在那里和纽约市遇到了医学人类学专家,种族主义及其苍白的多元文化阴影,以及种族主义、性别歧视和阶级与她已故丈夫Manning Marable的融合。她是公众参与的倡导者,这是她所熟知的非洲流散活动家学术的长期传承的延伸。利斯留下了大量的文献有待探索、打开包装和检查,以备将来使用。但事实是,对利斯和我来说,这样的工作或多或少就像我们作为一个智力情感丰富的人一起航行的船。利斯和我是最好和经典意义上的柏拉图式恋人,对我们共同的智力激情、对人类的渴望和对彼此的持久尊重有着深厚的感情。我们经常互相帮助完成对方的议程。我们的协会是人类学。虽然她和我还有很多其他的生活,但我们一起的生活就在那里。这就是我要讲的故事。她是如何进入我和我们的同胞所处的同样的空间来享受友谊和共同的使命的,也许是为了达到斯图尔特·霍尔2004年在西印度群岛大学讨论的先前事件的“结合”或“并发配置”。他解决了马克思的矛盾结论,即历史是决定性的,他补充道,有一些“偶然性”时刻,个人和群体可以通过这些时刻来选择他们将如何处理他们所拥有的历史。这就是Leith、Manning、Johnnetta、Faye、A.Lynn、Ted、Sheila、Carlos、Lesley、Yolanda、Lee、Angela、Roger、Alaka、Steve、Irma、Pem和许多其他非殖民化一代(Allen和Jobson,2016)有目的地思考的问题。作为人类学家,我们能在个人时刻做些什么来揭露和揭开我们日常生活和亲人日常生活中相互压迫的面纱?我们最关心的是人类学在构建面纱中的同谋作用(小威廉·威利斯的《人类学壁橱里的骷髅》[1972]或凯瑟琳·高夫的《帝国主义的孩子》[1968])。Leith Mullings是这些激进学者中的佼佼者,正如这位男士所说,她总是发现“好麻烦”,而且麻烦很多。她的生活比人类学要大得多,然而,她和我们一样知道人类学镜头的诱惑,她可能已经习惯了它的凝视,甚至是她自己。这不是任何人的人类学镜头。利斯出生在一个我熟悉的岛国(1971年,我的家人从华盛顿特区移居到安东尼奥港),在牙买加中部一个凉爽的高地中产阶级社区曼德维尔,我只去过一次。她将在纽约市长大,小时候就在那里定居。也许我们的家人是路过的船只。Leith,一个纽约人,当然没有错过西印度群岛有时会有的种族主义暗示的问题——这是对多数人成长所能培养的信心的牺牲。我想她和移民家庭一样,正处于风口浪尖,父母对她作为“少数群体”的生活抱有很高的期望。她最终会用一生揭露种族主义的表现,以帮助他人,就像她最初把一生奉献给一次帮助一个病人一样。她通过皇后学院和康奈尔大学护理学院获得了人类学博士学位
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Remembering Leith
Leith Mullings and I were close colleagues and friends. Her work was insightful, substantial, progressive, and always humane. But when I remember Leith, I reflect on being privileged with sisterhood, beyond collegiality. She was a compa~ nera of a special kind whose relationships were nurtured for many years in the halls of a broad activist academy, in the society of activist scholars, as an alternative, if interacting, universe occupying the same space and time as meetings of the American Anthropological Association (AAA). So I ask: How wonderful is that, to know a woman in the warmest way of shared ideas within the colder space of anthropology? I want to add these reminiscences of my sister to her lasting record. I met Leith as an expert on women’s health in Ghana, on medical anthropology there and in New York City, on racism and its pale multicultural shadow, and on the confluence of racism, sexism, and class with her late husband, Manning Marable. She was an advocate of public engagement as an extension of the long lineage of African diasporic activist scholarship she knew so well. Leith has left a body of literature to be explored, unpacked, and examined for future use. But the fact is, for Leith and me, such work was no more or less than the boat we sailed together as intellectually affective human beings. Leith and I were platonic lovers in the best and classic sense, sharing a deep affection for our common intellectual passions, aspirations for humanity, and an abiding respect for each other. We often each helped complete the other’s agenda. Our association was anthropology. While she and I had many other lives, our lives together were lived there. That is the story I will tell. How she entered the same space in which I and our compatriots were also situated to enjoy friendship and a common mission, is perhaps to arrive at the “conjuncture” or “concurrent configuration” of preceding events that Stuart Hall discussed at the University of the West Indies in 2004. He resolved Marx’s contradictory conclusion that history is determining, by adding that there are moments of “contingency” by which individuals and groups choose what they will do with the history they are given. That is what Leith, Manning, Johnnetta, Faye, A. Lynn, Ted, Sheila, Carlos, Lesley, Yolanda, Lee, Angela, Roger, Alaka, Steve, Irma, Pem, and so many others of the Decolonizing Generation (Allen and Jobson 2016) pondered with purpose. What, as anthropologists, can we do at our personal conjunctures to expose and remove the veil over the intersecting oppressions of our daily lives and those of our loved ones? Immediate among our concerns is anthropology’s complicit role (William Willis Jr.’s “skeletons in the anthropological closet” [1972] or Kathleen Gough’s “child of imperialism” [1968]) in the construction of that veil. Leith Mullings was great among these activist scholars, always finding “good trouble,” as the man said, and plenty of it. Her life was so much bigger than anthropology, and yet, knowing the lure of the anthropological lens as we do, she might have become habituated to its gaze, even upon herself. It was not anyone’s anthropological lens. Leith was born in an island nation I knew well (my family expatriated from DC to Port Antonio in 1971), in a cool highland central Jamaican middle-class community, Mandeville, I visited only once. She would grow up in the City of New York, where she landed as a young child. Perhaps our families were ships passing. Leith, a New Yorker for sure, did not have the problem of missing racism cues that West Indians sometimes have—a sacrifice for the confidence a majority upbringing can nurture. I guess she was on the cusp, as immigrant families often are, with high parental expectations of a life lived, nonetheless, as a “minority.” She would eventually spend her life exposing manifestations of racism in order to help others, just as she had initially dedicated her life to helping one patient at a time. She found her way through Queens College and Cornell’s School of Nursing, to a PhD in anthropology at
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