Concerning Violence Reproduced
By Jabari Zuberi (the artist formerly known as Jay Simple)
Edited by Angelina Ruiz
I’m in a crisis. It is a creative one, but, per the usual, one that bleeds into many aspects of my life. Amid these moments, I’ve tried to work it out through creativity, the art making in reflection of its maker's state, but that hasn’t been feeling right. I need to get some things off my chest.
At the heart of what I’m trying to comprehend stems from my previous essay, “Why Intent Matters.” In it, I state that the intent of an artist is the cornerstone for our understanding of their motives, the ability to read their work, and its purpose. While posing such a proposition I feel, and have felt, resolved in my perception and understanding of my intentions as an artist. However, to rest the perception and meaning solely on the intent of the creative endeavor is self-indulgent and naive. What about the audience, those who engage with your intention? How do they understand what you do and why you do it? What happens relationally between the creator, the artist, and the world around them?
This feeling towards the digestion of visual material by both myself and others was fueled in 2020 with the death of George Floyd, the Black Lives Matter protest, and the engagements that began a resurgence to consider those left out of cultural, social, political, and economic systems with the United States. During this period, we protested, screamed, made space and proclaimed we would finally be seen. We took part in a variety of strategies against systems that had been denying our voices and lives. With the COVID pandemic in full swing, and over a decade of social media savvy under our belts, we used visual material as a major component of protest. To be active in protest was equal to being engaged with showing, posting, and critiquing online.
As I navigated and engaged in active forms of advocacy and activism, both online and in real life, I kept reflecting on two books that I read during my undergraduate studies at Columbia College Chicago. The first was Susan Sontag’s Regarding The Pain Of Others and the second was Walter Benjamin's Photography In The Age of Reproduction. Sontag presents the effects of seeing acts of violence and death through media and visual forms, and how this act numbs our sense of violence and death. She writes, “Compassion is an unstable emotion. It needs to be translated into action, or it withers. The question is what to do with the feelings that have been aroused, the knowledge that has been communicated. If one feels that there is nothing ‘we’ can do — but who is that ‘we’? — and nothing ‘they’ can do either — and who are ‘they’? — then one starts to get bored, cynical, apathetic.” (Sontag, "Regarding The Pain Of Others")
Sontag argues that the constant exposure to images of suffering, war, and atrocity through various media channels leads to a desensitization among viewers. This desensitization numbs our emotional response but it also picks away at our moral and empathetic capabilities. When we are inundated with images of suffering and death, the initial shock and horror fade and is replaced by a passive acceptance. This process, Sontag suggests, can lead to dangerous apathy, where the sheer volume of horrific images renders us incapable of responding to them with the appropriate level of concern or action.
Sontag highlights the ethical dilemma of viewing such images. The act of looking at someone else's pain especially in a detached manner raises questions about our role as spectators. Are we merely voyeurs, consuming the suffering of others for our own emotional or intellectual stimulation? This voyeuristic consumption can create a sense of distance and otherness, where the pain and suffering are seen as events happening to "others" and not something that demands our intervention or empathy.
In Walter Benjamin’s text, he states, “Even the most perfect reproduction of a work of art is lacking in one element: its presence in time and space, its unique existence at the place where it happens to be. This unique existence of the work of art determined the history to which it was subject throughout the time of its existence. This includes the changes which it may have suffered in physical condition over the years as well as the various changes in its ownership.” (Benjamin, "Photography In The Age of Reproduction")
Walter Benjamin’s essay looks at how the reproduction of images through print media allows us to see events through images of the world outside of our direct locality. This act dislodges us from a nuanced understanding of the things that we see, and it creates a disconnect between what we see and why we see it. We might be living in the USA and see a news article with an image of a soldier in Ukraine, but we can’t understand the complexities of what has brought that soldier to fight. To understand that soldier’s reasoning, we rely solely on context given to us by an author with their agenda and biases. That soldier's story becomes the same as the author's agenda, regardless if it is true or not.
Benjamin's insight into the nature of mechanical reproduction also touches upon the erosion of the "aura" of the original work. When images are mass-produced, they lose their unique presence and authenticity, transforming into mere copies devoid of their original context. This decontextualization leads to a superficial engagement with the images, where viewers are detached from the reality they represent. The ubiquity of reproduced images results in a homogenized perception of diverse events, flattening the complexities and nuances that define them. This detachment not only impairs our ability to fully grasp the underlying causes and implications of these events but also makes us susceptible to the influence of dominant narratives and ideologies. Consequently, our understanding becomes fragmented and distorted, shaped more by the medium of representation than by the actualities of the events themselves.
Neither Sontag nor Benjamin wrote these essays during a time when social media like X, Instagram, and TikTok were major forms of communication to share visual, social, and cultural thoughts authored by the masses. Walters speaks of the proliferation of images, but one that was more tightly regulated by institutions, mostly white, that control the production of media, like the news. Social media’s functionality—to an extent— democratizes; it makes the boundaries between being author and audience more porous (footnote 1).
My first contemporary engagement with the phenomena Sontag and Walters point to was in 2009 around the death of Derrion Albert in Chicago, Illinois. A video of his murder was filmed and posted on YouTube and created a national conversation about what the social conditions were that logically caused the murder and its filming. Much of the conversation pointed inward at the same community Derrion Albert was from, and the conversation was inundated with the generalized idea that there was an inherent culture of black violence. I remembered this because I always felt it was a reductive conversation, but it was one controlled by white media that focused on a microcosm of a larger issue.
1 There is an emphasis on desires, as there has been a great deal of research already done on how algorithms affect our ability to engage and censorship continues to be an issue.
“A portion of the George Floyd Memorial” Carol M. Highsmith, 2021
The state-sanctioned public murder of George Floyd pushed our gaze outward to how systemic white supremacy enables the elimination of Black life. I’ve watched George Floyd die more times than I can count, and Derrion Albert the same. I went to Albert's funeral and as cameras were clicking away, I wondered about the difference between being a witness and a viewer. Standing there, I cried in a room of people who loved that child and others looking to capture and profit from that moment. These are but two amongst many more moments and images that replay in my mind without the trigger for recollection.
Every day I wake up to a media feed with tallies of death, interspersed with cat memes, and clips of Mike Tyson crying because he feels both emasculated from retiring as a boxer and fearful of who he was as a boxer. Living through a dystopian reality is eerie. 10,000 people dead, watch someone bake truffle brownies. 30,000 people dead, pop a balloon or find love. 120,000 people dead, learn the new viral TikTok trend. And so it goes, on and on. In the midst of it all, a battle brews between those who dedicate every digital moment tallying death, posting exhortations of dedication to the cause, and those who haven’t posted enough content to receive the validation of the righteous. Today it’s one thing, tomorrow it’s another, and yesterday is a distant memory never resolved.
Under the weight of the past four years, I have been transfixed in the violent assault of the visualization of death amongst Black people in the United States, a microcosm of the African Diaspora. They set off a chronological reference of visual scenes from the Civil Rights Movement, Reconstruction, enslavement, and Africa pummeled under the weight of fueling the world economy with the bodies of her children. It is a legacy of numbing dissociation with the everyday, mundane, seemingly inconsequential moment that requires, by necessity, the death of those within the African Diaspora. It is a cultural disposition of normalizing atrocities. At times it is even described as the fault of those oppressed because they are lazy, dumb, or a deviant to some arbitrarily created rubric (footnote 2) needing to be passed to be considered fully human. To have a soul, if we still believe in that thing.
2 This is the way Obama was challenged on showing his birth certificate to prove he is “American” while Elon Musk was born in South African and is never asked to do the same.
Andrew Johnson's reconstruction and how it works
Nast, Thomas, 1840-1902, artist
Perhaps it's naive, for even a moment, to think that modern visual culture, through the usage of the camera or social media, could do anything but create images that numb us to the trauma and death of those in the African Diaspora. The circumstances that create the technology we use daily are hinged on that death and our desensitization to it. Let’s engage this point for a moment by considering the mining of cobalt.
Cobalt is a mineral that is mined and used in lithium-ion batteries. These batteries are used in your phone, your camera, your laptop, and your “green energy” electrical car. One of the areas that is rich with this resource is the Democratic Republic of the Congo. The Congo has been the victim of a brutal genocide of its people for the extraction of resources as far back as the 19th century when King Leopold II forcibly created his “Congo Free State,” (footnote 3) a private state-controlled solely by him outside of the Belgian government. It was during this time that Congolese people were enslaved to mine and extract resources like diamonds, rubber, and ivory.
A child victim of Belgian atrocities in Congo stands with a missionary,
Congo, ca. 1890-1910
Under this dictatorship of King Leopold II, the Congo Free State formed the Force Publique (footnote 4). They were used to enforce colonial law and ensure quotas were reached from the extraction of resources. This show of force included the mass murder, rape, and torture of the native population of the region. For those working, if they did not reach a quota, they were tortured; their hands or the hands of their children would be cut off. The colonizer would then turn the camera onto these victims and take their images.
Under the 15-year oppressive rule of King Leopold II, it is estimated that 10 million indigenous people were murdered during a brutal genocide. Eventually, the Congo was annexed by the Belgium government in 1908, and they continued the legacy of extraction created by Leopold. From 1908 to 1960 Belgium’s exploitation included extraction operations for rubber, copper, cobalt, and diamonds. Cobalt, a critical mineral for various applications, began gaining importance during this period. The extraction of these resources continued to necessitate the brutalization of the indigenous populations and would see the murder of an additional 2-5 million within the ongoing genocide. From 1891 to 1911, it was estimated that the local population dropped from 20 million to around 8.5 million.
It wouldn’t be until the 1960s, on the wind of independence and revolution, that the Republic of the Congo emerged under the leadership of Patrice Lumumba (footnote 5) as a free state, out from under European colonial rule. This lasted under a year when in 1961, a coup, with support from Western interests like the United States, saw the brutal murder of Lumumba and the mutilation of his body - ending in trophies of his teeth and fingers being taken by Belgian officials. This moment is typical of Western retaliation against countries on the African continent seeking independence. For the Congo, it marked the continuation of mass destabilization of the local populations for the benefit of extracting resources to fulfill quotas needed to advance the modernization of the West.
Central Intelligence Agency. 12/4/1981-
Today, the extraction of cobalt continues the colonial legacy of using child and enslaved labor. The Congo is one of the largest exporters of these resources in the world, and the practices used to extract it are well known by manufacturers of goods that use it. This means that large corporations and governmental entities around the world know that technological advancements are fueling a continued subjugation across Africa, including the Congo. They are numb to the suffering.
At every step, visual culture (either created or promoted by institutions) that engages with modern technology, is built on the continued oppressive visualization and literal act of brutalization of the African Diaspora. From early images of Congolese with mutilated limbs, to the images of George Floyd’s death, we have continually been exposed and desensitized to this brutality. What effect does this have on a person? What is the total impact of this body of visual documentation lush in its descriptions of horror? What might the effect be for those whom we have historically exposed to the visuality and reproduction of their death? What is it to walk in this world with a self-worth that must acknowledge that your life is expendable? In the event of your unfortunate death, your memory will be cemented through the tears of your family played out on a screen and a black square posted in solidarity using a smartphone; a device built drenched with the blood of your people. Of our people.
All of this is a sick and cold game. I try to envision decoupling myself from the horrors of the systems around me. I try to play some version of Lawrence Cook from Sam Greenlee’s “The Spook That Sat By The Door” by infiltrating these oppressive systems and subverting their power to gain some semblance of freedom. It’s the camera, the social media platforms, the academy, and the cultural institutions that I navigate as a complicit actor and saboteur. Contemporary visual culture is actively engaging in systems that require the resources of the oppressor which inherently—and intentionally—continue the subjection of those within the African Diaspora. This could be our phone’s camera that requires cobalt extraction, the job you hold and its elit-racist norms, or the fetishization you endure as a non-white artist. Feeling stuck without many viable choices, the moral justification I often give is that my labor inside of systems will be temporary. I want it to be quick so I can be done with the whole thing. I’m just hoping, wishing, praying, gambling that some form of freedom can be achieved before I have to make a new deal, a new concession to and with the devil.
The days are passing and with each new day operating within despicable systems I feel a tally against my soul. The worst of it is wondering if I’ve become desensitized and compromised. Have I lost track of who I am after foolheartedly using the master's tools against him while he uses them against me? Have I become too far gone and turned into a self-righteous demi-devil? Am I living too close to lies and compromise so that I have become both the protagonist fighting for and a bitter antagonist fighting against my salvation?
This is my crisis. I don’t want to be a Black artist anymore, at least not in the sense that we think of it. White walls, white audience, white buyers, and a splash of nigger art that drips with pain at the price tag of $10,000 sold to some half-ass liberal who nails it to their wall and says at their next dinner party:
“Ah yeah this mmmm, mmmmm so much emotion, one of my favorites…”
And everyone will stare, sipping chilled beverages, staying in the moment only as long as socially necessary to denote hollow somberness and empathy. Hell, and I can’t blame them, because I would’ve made that radical black art with a camera, constructed using cobalt from mines in the Congo, and even if I used some more analogy methodology, I probably couldn’t resist posting a photo on Instagram with some caption that betrays the complexity of the horrors made mundane along the way.
I’m in a crisis, and if you’re reading this, regardless if you feel the knot in the pit of your stomach, you’re in a crisis too.
Woah Nigga, Die Slow Nigga (Cooning) Zora J Murff, 2022