Sometime in December, I was struck by a bulletin board covered with sheets of paper in David Saul Smith Union. On each paper was a poem, and I soon noticed that a black writer wrote each poem. Some of the poets featured were people I deeply admired, like Langston Hughes and Audre Lorde, and some of the poems were by writers I had never heard of.
This display of black poetry was deeply touching and seemed especially timely. Members of the community had just sponsored a vigil and a die-in at the dining halls in response to the non-indictment of Darren Wilson, the police officer who killed Michael Brown.
Coming back to Bowdoin after Winter Break, I was excited to see what forms of activism and solidarity the new semester would bring—especially since February is Black History Month. And it has been inspiring to see all the work that organizations like the African American Society have put into recent events. Another poster in Smith Union, showing minority victims of police brutality, has stood out as especially captivating and upfront.
While I am proud of the initiatives that Bowdoin has taken to confront racism, I was still disappointed to see what eventually happened to the poetry board in the Union. Walking by it several days ago, I noticed an assortment of posters for various events pinned over the poems.
My purpose is not to call out the individual people or groups who put up these new posters, or even say that they did anything wrong. But the image of that board, and the thought of covering those powerful words, struck me as thoughtless—even disrespectful.
The term microaggression has been increasingly brought up in progressive circles within the past couple of years. A microaggression refers to an action or statement that is unintentionally discriminatory.
A clear example would be showing something written in Chinese to a Korean person and asking them what it means—simultaneously applying a sameness to very different East Asian cultures and assuming cultural knowledge based on a person’s appearance.
This type of discrimination happens all the time. Microaggressions are often murky, and they can be a result of racism, ignorance or even good intentions.
I’m not trying to say definitively that putting posters over the poetry in the Union is a microaggression. But it does veer close to that. I think of all of the various ways this could make someone feel. I acknowledge that I am someone who appreciates and writes poetry, and I am very sensitive towards racial issues. But I am not advocating for an excessive sensitivity or atmosphere of extreme political correctness.
However, there is an indifference and self-centeredness required to cover up poetry by black writers right before and during Black History Month. It is completely possible that those who covered up the poetry did not even realize what it was or who the writers were. But it is also possible that they did.
Either way, what does it say about our community when people ignore something as beautiful as poetry, provided free and in such a convenient space? What does it say when we are close enough to read it and choose to hang up our own posters?
I know Bowdoin students are busy. I am not exempt from occasionally ignoring the intellect and beauty and entertainment that we are endlessly supplied with. But I am not guilty of carelessly putting up posters.
Putting up these posters exemplifies desensitization towards art and a selfish privileging of one’s immediate needs. There is without a doubt plenty of space in the Union and other school buildings to put up a poster. I realize these poems cannot stay up forever, but I think it is a bit soon to start obscuring them.
In a certain way, this is a Bowdoin version of the 5 Pointz building in Queens. 5 Pointz’s exterior was covered in intricate and stunning graffiti. It was completely demolished last year.
The building had been covered in graffiti for decades and there was a substantial public outcry when the news spread that it would be demolished. The situation brings up the same question of how long unsanctioned art should be displayed, and what its destruction means.
On another level, this bulletin board exemplifies how quickly and callously some students at Bowdoin go about their daily lives here.
There are so many presumptions and expectations that our lives are filled with—not to mention a seemingly endless list of responsibilities. This has created an atmosphere in which our decisions are not made as thoughtfully as they should be, where alternatives are not considered heavily enough.
Many students drink for hours instead of attending lectures or music recitals, work for an A instead of trying to gain a new perspective in a class, or pass by walls of poetry and art without giving them a second glance. I think poetry, art and the creativity and intellect with which we are privileged enough to be surrounded deserve more than that. I strongly encourage Bowdoin students to take advantage of the resources provided to them and give a longer look at the efforts made by their fellow students to engage them.