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Volume 3, Number 2, Winter 2005 Monica L. Miller, Guest Editor
Jumpin' at the Sun: Reassessing the
Life and Work of Zora Neale Hurston
About this Issue
Introduction
About the Contributors


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Contents
·Manifesto
Esinam Bediako
·No Place Like . . . : On Living in a Small Brown Place Self, Space, and Universe(city)
Alexis Gumbs
·White Girl Oh White Girl
Leah King

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No Place Like . . . :
On Living in a Small Brown Place
Self, Space, and Universe(city)

Alexis Gumbs

It comes as a great shock to discover that the country which is your birthplace and to which you owe your life and identity has not, in its whole system of reality evolved any place for you.
                        —James Baldwin (boldness mine)

Home. A small brown place.

Who would have thought standing up would be such a complex contortion, or that walking on brick would become such a frantic dance? I often wonder if I really have the nerve to be all at once black and woman and visible and here for even one more minute. The space that I am completely free in ends at (and too often because of) the barrier of my brown skin.

Home. A small brown place.

And even that barrier is at risk. I earn my keep at this university by embodying diversity. By being the one on the panel
heading the committee
writing the article
explainingexplaining breathing and explaining.

Home. A small brown place.

Columbia University, despite its lies to itself and you,
despite not paying taxes
despite real estate takeover
is in Harlem.

Home. A small brown place.

The Intercultural Resource Center is a never-been-big-enough brownstone. What I do here is called living. The floors and doors are me-colored wood, but if you look, the walls and ceilings are definitely white. I spend most of my time in here staining white paper and the walls themselves with words colored like hope.

Home. A small brown place.

I am convinced that constant movement in my legs, feet, arms, and hands will grant me infinity despite my less than 100 brown pounds. I am convinced that I have every right to stand on the sundial and scream for joy in the middle of the day, because I am the place where the sun makes her mark. I try harder to believe those engravings about the public good on Low Library every time I walk by. I think when those words change from stone and live and breathe they'll look a lot like me and you. Prove me right.

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