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inscription. In fact, body or the fantasy of the unraced body is the irst
effect of racism. What this means is that the political structures that pro-
duce race cannot be dissociated from the materiality of the body that is
only ever articulated within them, as “the inscribed surface of events,”
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and the narrator’s discomfort at his grandfather’s dying plea is only the
growing recognition of this fact. The “curse” of his grandfather’s am-
biguous words is the birth of racial awareness for the narrator who is
just beginning to realize that race legislates for subjectivity through an
essentialist splitting of body and meaning.
In
racial shame, I am
for myself
a refused me. The ambivalence of iden-
tiication for the black subject resides in the fact that its skin is both the
point of irremissible attachment and the point of regulatory detachment, it
is both “a scene of fear and desire,”
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in Bhabha’s terms. My skin
exposes
me – both reveals me and determines me outside myself. And to me, its
black dirt is visible by means of the heteronomy I have assumed since,
in racial shame, my subjectivity holds out against itself. I
am
black but,
having interiorized the racial myths of the white imaginary, I see myself
as white seeing myself black. And the racial schema, abrogating all oth-
ers, betrays all my pretenses
and nails me ixed in
being-despite-myself
,
which characterizes the affective structure of shame.
The ‘boomerang’ for the narrator, however, comes during his “irst
northern winter” (
IM
260), just before he witnesses the eviction of an
old black couple whose shame of dispossession, including the “FREE
PAPERS” from 1859 (272), was exposed in Harlem snow by the white
authorities. Passing a store window, displaying “ointments guaranteed
to produce the miracle of whitening black skin” and signs proclaiming,
“[y]ou too can be truly beautiful … [and w]in greater happiness with
whiter complexion,” he seizes sight of a yam stand, glowing black in the
biting
white air, “bringing a stab of swift nostalgia” (262). Not being
able to resist the “savage urge” (262) through what he had earlier re-
ferred to as “an act of discipline,”
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he buys and “wolfs down the yam”
(266) while walking,
suddenly overcome by an intense feeling of freedom… It was ex-
hilarating. I no longer had to worry about who saw me or about
what was proper. To hell with all that… If only someone who had
known me at school or at home would come along and see me now.
How shocked they’d be… What a group of people we were … you
could cause us the greatest humiliation simply by confronting us
with something we liked. No more of that for me… They’re my
birthmark…
I yam what I yam
.
(264, 266, emphasis added)
In the second stage of displacement, signiied by the emancipatory return
of the repressed black ontology, the body yet
again carries the burden of
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affective investments. This time, it is ixed in a new symbolic attachment
that seemingly reclaims the prerogatives of its history. In a boomerang
of the repressed, the black body now becomes a source of identiication:
“I yam what I yam” (266). Since there is no escape from under its un-
bearable weight and since it persists beyond all initiatives to transcend
it, the body also becomes the only refuge left for the black subject. For
the narrator, it now opens up a new relation to the past which suspends
the identiicatory strategies of racial pragmatism, “of what works” (17),
that determines his relation to the present. The “yams” and their ex-
plicit relation to prohibited pleasure,
somaticism and hunger, signify-
ing the break-out, the “intense feeling of freedom” (264), of the black
body from the prison of its scripted determinations, mark the birth of
the narrator as a racial subject.
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Denying the very soil of its signiica-
tion, the black consciousness now reverts to it, investing it with liberat-
ing vitalities and mystiications of black essentialism, “the shameless…
Field-Niggerism” (265), in narrator’s terminology, in order to provide
ontological legitimacy for the black experience. “This
is all very wild
and childish,” the narrator explains, “but to hell with being ashamed of
what you liked. No more of that for me” (265–66). The black body itself
becomes an open wound of signiication, where the question of shame
powers its fundamental antagonisms on the streets of Harlem. Indeed,
the battleield that Harlem becomes at the end of the novel is over the
disinscription of the black body that is able to reset the stage for possible
pasts and alternate futures, disrupting the white narratives of historical
progress.
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