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Dark Room’s significance lies in who, where, and when the
narrator was when the story takes place: an Argentinian immigrant girl child in the
segregated South of the United States. Like most kids, the narrator is an ardent observer obsessed
with looking and finding truth. The author’s advanced drawing skills help her
tell her story; their clarity mimics photographs her father took throughout his
life. She uses historical information to balance out her subjectivity and
throughout the book reminds us of history we may have never learned.This technique helps inform us and contextualizes both her story and our reading of it, we are placed back there, with her, in time.
On page 84 she even goes back to show how her lineage
connected to the “Original Americans”, and as Darin pointed out on other pages,
uses maps to make her point.
Another example is page 134, that reminds me of Persepolis' "The bombings had begun."
The caption at the top reads, "February 1965. It had begun." We read the newspaper headline to see what she means: "Negroes launch voter registration drive." She goes on to tell us that voter suppression against Blacks was happening and her family was in the middle of it: "We lived just one block from where everything happened"(136).
Quintero Weaver's ernest honesty was refreshing and unpretentious, mimicking the observational affect of a child. "Sometimes I felt a lump in my throat for Poor Old Joe"(190). She intermingles this tone with adult voice reconstructed data: "Ever since our arrival in Alabama, we'd heard plenty of klan stories: INTEGRATIONIST GROUP CONTINUING TRIP AFTER BRUTAL BEATINGS HERE. They'd beaten up freedom riders in a Birmingham bus depot"(194). Her attention to reconstructive detail Quintero Weaver is phenomenal. This takes so much work. Luckily, she had her father's photographs and must have researched old newspaper headings (not to mention her old textbooks). Throughout the book, I wondered about her process of gathering information about her family, her town, and the greater society
from when she was a child and before she was born. (Pages 21, 25, 111, 115...)
I wondered why were letters between her parents in English
if they mostly spoke Spanish at home? (98)
I wondered if on page 118, she drew pictures for things whose words might look undeciferable to an Anglo-english speaker: milanesas, medialunas, matambre...
How did she conform/acculturate to dominant forms of storytelling in order to get her point across?
What did she leave out?
I wondered if on page 118, she drew pictures for things whose words might look undeciferable to an Anglo-english speaker: milanesas, medialunas, matambre...
How did she conform/acculturate to dominant forms of storytelling in order to get her point across?
What did she leave out?
I got most involved in the text when Quintero Weaver took us to the grey area, the spaces where she was caught between black and white, school and home: "More and more, I found myself on my own, shuttling back and forth between my two worlds"(122).
She repeatedly shows herself as a child experiencing
obliviousness amidst segregation, which acknowledges the relative privilege she
had as a non—Black child in her town: "For me, February 19th was just another school day...my parents had other concerns"(170)
At the end, on page 235, Quintero Weaver shows how trauma impacts memory: “Eventually Johnny told me
the rest of the story, but I can’t seem to place that conversation. Was it
somewhere around the house, out of earshot, swallowed up by the sounds of
normalcy?” Then she chooses to craft an alternate ending starting on page 236 where she says what she would like to tell the ringleader in response to his racist comment. Choosing to include an alternate ending is a way of speaking through the silence that she has carried with her.This textual act shows those of us who have stayed silent or perpetrated acts that caused others to be silenced that events can be transformed after the fact, even decades later.
She translates basic phrases, food items, etc., which makes me think that she may also render letters in English (whether or not they were originally written in English).
ReplyDeleteThanks for this post Sailor. I found the moments that she wrote from her "position of relative privilege as a non-Black child" to be an act of risky truth-telling that illuminated so much about the sociopolitical dynamics in which she was swimming, creating, and unmaking her identity and sense of the world. Her disclosure that to her all Black people's faces were indistinguishable from one another until she formed a real relationship with a Black child at school spoke deeply to the dehumanizing dynamics of racism circulating in her world. These moments of personal vulnerability invite the reader to enter into an examination of how they "picture" and interpret their own world. Who they are not seeing clearly and why (which is so much a topic in this piece).
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ReplyDeleteLove this about your post, Sailor. I too thought about this process Quintero Weaver, and its almost as if she constructed some sort of history out of the countless photographs and videos that her father took. Towards the beginning of the memoir (I don't have my book with me, or I would find the pages) she states that some parts of her own personal history do not exist in these photographs, and how that ties to her memory towards her immigration to Alabama. She can only remember the plane leaving the ground--although this is a memory as opposed to a solid photograph or story, there seems to be some sort of disconnect to those missing image-objects. I'm curious if you think the image-object played a role in her constructing this information into the memoir, or just solid research. Thanks!
You cover the in-between-ness well--she existed in between groups although her life was constructed around white culture (i'm guessing class helped -- if they were worker, they might seem more Latino?) Her father, as witness, also trained his daughter to have a lens, whether it was on a camera or not. Good post.
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