724,153 = 8 days + 9 hrs + 9 min + 13 sec
once per second; quiet ’til it drops. | We must become undisciplined, writes Christina Sharpe. In the Wake_Chapter One | Do you see?
The context – This work arises from the simultaneous realities that while 1 in 3 Black Americans know somebody who has been hospitalized from or died of COVID-19, fewer than 1 in 8 White Americans inhabit this space of personal and community grief. The negation and disregard in White America for the severity and embodied impact of (not just) COVID-19 on Black communities does not exist outside of this lived disparity – it is the direct result of it. And how does disparity arise? Can we agree that it doesn’t cause itself?
For those of us who are White: how can we shoulder the weight of this reality so that those who grieve can properly honor their experience and who they mourn?
[Western Prom × Carroll; gelatin silver print; 2017]