It's 'Ray-cizum,' I Tell Ya...: Privileged, Black Feminist Child of African “Immigrants” Uses Ebola Pandemic as Excuse for Expressing Her All-Consuming, Genocidal Hatred of Whites

Re-posted by Nicholas Stix

 

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Hannah Giorgis is a black feminist writer and organizer based in New York City. She is the daughter of Ethiopian and Eritrean [sic] immigrants, and a product of bittersweet diaspora. Follow her on Twitter at @ethiopiennesays.

[If she was born of immigrants, and is over 21 years of age, she can't be the daughter of an "Eritrean immigrant," because Eritrea didn't exist as an independent state until 1993.]

 

 

The Problem with the West's Ebola Response is Still Fear of a Black Patient

By Hannah Giorgis
October 16, 2014

The Guardian

 

 

Ebola is now a stand-in for any combination of 'African-ness', 'blackness', 'foreign-ness' and 'infestation' – poised to ruin the perceived purity of western borders and bodies.

Thomas Eric Duncan and Nina Pham. Photograph: AP

Thomas Eric Duncan, the first person to die of Ebola in the United States, was not the right kind of victim for the west: he wasn't a pretty young woman smiling in sunglasses as a Cavalier King Charles spaniel named Bentley licks her cheek; he didn't have a young, benevolent doctor's face that looks "appropriate" plastered on newspapers; he wasn't a kindly older nurse who told reporters how God had spared her. He wasn't the kind of person to whom primetime news specials would dedicate 20 minutes and glorify with quotes from loved ones about his kind spirit or ceaseless determination to overcome an unfair affliction.

Thomas Eric Duncan was black, he was poor, and he was African.

A Dallas hospital turned away the uninsured Liberian immigrant after an initial exam concluded he suffered only from a "low-grade viral disease", and the media turned him into the unsympathetic, undeserving face of a contagion with which the west is frantically grappling.

He – and the West Africans to whom he is tied by both birth and cause of death – have become nothing more than disease vectors responsible for infecting innocent western health workers, tarnishing pristine nations by importing the blemish of an African scourge. And yet, American citizenship alone does not sanitize the blight of blackness; Amber Joy Vinson, the second healthcare worker diagnosed with the virus, is already being met with scrutiny as Nina Pham's quarantined dog receives an outpouring of support.

Ebola now functions in popular discourse as a not-so-subtle, almost completely rhetorical stand-in for any combination of "African-ness", "blackness", "foreign-ness" and "infestation" – a nebulous but powerful threat, poised to ruin the perceived purity of western borders and bodies. Dead African bodies are the nameless placeholders for (unwarranted, racist) "panic", a conversation topic too heavy for the dinner table yet light enough for supermarket aisles.

To date, fewer than 20 cases of Ebola have been treated outside West Africa in the current outbreak. Meanwhile, in West Africa itself – mostly in Sierra Leone, Guinea, Liberia, and Nigeria – the death toll has risen to nearly 4,500. Girls and women in the region, tasked with the gendered social responsibility of caring for sick family members, are dying at a rate that eclipses their male counterparts. Liberia is perilously under-resourced to deal with the outbreak, and the United States has perhaps ominously committed only military personnel there. "If this epidemic of Ebola rages out of control in West Africa," Barack Obama said on Wednesday evening, "it will spread in an age of frequent travel and the kind of constant interactions that people have across borders."

But we will still write off the "Africa patient" who infected a hospital in Spain and not bother with silly things like geographic specificity. We will breathe a sigh of relief when we remember that the Spanish priest infected in Liberia was afforded access to an experimental drug though West Africans were not; after he died, we wondered aloud whether Africans even deserve Christianity.

We will tweet about how much more terrifying Ebola is than black-eyed ghost children. We will make sure to specify that alcohol, not Ebola, killed a British man in Macedonia. We will suggest that Ebola is so common among West Africans – even the ones who make it to New York City – that it might as well be part of the weather forecast. We will not mention that Nigeria hasn't had a live case in six weeks.

We will try to hide our fear behind jokes with dying black bodies as their punchlines. We will "self-quarantine". We will dedicate Reddit threads and Twitter accounts to our Ebola "jokes". We will giggle at our Ebola memes. We will suggest that perhaps Ebola is really just the Isis of biological agents.

And when this is all over, we will move on and find a new reason to weaponize black suffering to account for our unshakeable fear. There will always be a new emergency, a new threat, a new reason that black bodies cannot be allowed to infiltrate the borders of nations that our blood and sweat have built. Black death is remarkable only to the extent that its perpetrator could also affect citizens more deserving of sympathy, of news coverage and of life.

We are comfortable with viruses that ravage entire communities, so long as those communities do not look like the ones we believe are deserving of health. Black bodies exist only on the receiving end of apocalyptic fanfare like airport screenings designed to weed out Ebola carriers (with dubious success) or excessive, deadly force from police that claim to protect and serve all people. Africa exists only in stark contrast to the civilized west, where disease and disorder must be contained to preserve health and hierarchy.

To be black – African or otherwise – is to be born into a world that anticipates your death with bated breath (or botched execution cocktail, or vigilante bullet, or syphilis needle). It is to occupy a position of social death, to exist in a liminal space that guarantees neither rights nor recognition under the law. It is to be a perpetual contaminant in the body of the western world.