I was told I was racist today because I made the comment that the embrace the woman had on the man looked like a sumo grapple. Here's a picture to demonstrate my point:
The quick reaction to my comment was "Huh, sumo is an Japanese tradition, these people are Asian, James is just making this connection because he's thinking stereotypically and with a narrow mind."
Are you fucking kidding me?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Additionally, the comment "Oh, it has to be Sumo, really, James?" Was met with an inflammatory, unhelpful, and antagonistic "Oooooh" by someone else.
If we are so limited by our ability to convey messages and meanings to one another, and we are all so quick to jump to outlandish, and unfounded conclusions about things (statements made in class and artworks alike), what motivation is there to speak when accusations such as racism are being thrown around without consequence?
I can't help but think that the attitudes and approaches we are so quick to adopt in terms of artistic critique and understanding also undermine our ability to understand one another.
I mean, why bother trying to understand the comment about the Sumo hold when you can just casually accuse a classmate of being racist?
If we are so limited by our ability to convey messages and meanings to one another, and we are all so quick to jump to outlandish, and unfounded conclusions about things (statements made in class and artworks alike), what motivation is there to speak when accusations such as racism are being thrown around without consequence?
I can't help but think that the attitudes and approaches we are so quick to adopt in terms of artistic critique and understanding also undermine our ability to understand one another.
I mean, why bother trying to understand the comment about the Sumo hold when you can just casually accuse a classmate of being racist?
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