As my intro, I’m sharing a piece of video art by Arthur Jafa titled “Love is the Message, the Message is Death.”
Whenever I watch Jafa’s short piece, it makes me laugh. It makes me cry (every time). Alternations of white and black and black and white, violence and hope. The Kanye soundtrack, replete with Mahalia Jackson wailing via sample, the shots of small children pleading with their drugged-out parents, learning to fear police—this makes you wonder: when in need, who will save you? There Jafa plants a rather cruel reply: the indifference of the sun, far away, glowing, flaring. I am trying to think of what brings tears for me whenever I watch. There is something of the essence of what it means to be a human—living and dying in America in the 20th-become-21st century—here. There is something of me here, I don’t know quite where, when I watch this.