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Ethnic Studies Review

2006

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Resistance And Reinvention Of The Subject In Jackie Kay's Trumpet, A. Lâmia Gülçur Jan 2006

Resistance And Reinvention Of The Subject In Jackie Kay's Trumpet, A. Lâmia Gülçur

Ethnic Studies Review

In her work Methodology of the Oppressed, Chela Sandoval claims that although inequities in material sources and subordination by race, class, nation, gender and sex continue to operate under the protection of law and order, a new kind of psychic penetration that respects no previous boundaries is evolving. She argues that "Mutation in culture, today, makes new forms of identity, ethics, citizenship, aesthetics and resistance accessible" (36.7).


The Apartheid Conscience: Gender, Race, And Re-Imagining The White Nation In Cyberspace, R. Sophie Statzel Jan 2006

The Apartheid Conscience: Gender, Race, And Re-Imagining The White Nation In Cyberspace, R. Sophie Statzel

Ethnic Studies Review

It is not just that the limits of our language limit our thoughts; the world we find ourselves in is one we have helped to create, and this places constraints upon how we think the world anew.


"No Opportunity For Song:" A Slovak Immigrant's Silencing Analyzed Through Her Pronoun Choice, Danusha V. Goska Jan 2006

"No Opportunity For Song:" A Slovak Immigrant's Silencing Analyzed Through Her Pronoun Choice, Danusha V. Goska

Ethnic Studies Review

I can't tell the most frightening story I know, because stories are made of words, and once I was without them. I was trekking in Nepal and ended up with amnesia. Later I stumbled into a mission hospital with a bruised jaw. A bad fall? I can't say. I had no words. No words for this thing that was wrenching and crying, in which "I" - a bundle of terror - seemed trapped. No words for where I began, stopped, or the mud stubble terrace on which I sat. No words to map, no words to define, no words to …