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Rising from the ashes

“This man is frail. He’s past the prime of life,” the tour guide says, gesturing at the old man hunched in the portrait beside her. “He’s old and powerless.”

Ash Man-Johnny, a portrait by Diane Victor, is a dark opening to Contemporary Art/South Africa, which examines South Africa’s cultural his- tory from the 1960s to the present. The exhibit unravels the horrors of apartheid and the challenges of the following years through video projections, etchings, photos, and sketches by native South African artists. Curated by a group of seven students under the guidance of Kate Ezra, the Nolen Curator of Education and Academic Affairs and also my tour guide, the exhibit took a year and a half to create. On display through Sept. 14, the exhibition features a core group of works from the YUAG’s collection, and incorporates borrowed pieces from galleries including MoMA, the Newark Museum, and private collections.

The subject of Ash Man-Johnny speaks Afrikaans, the language of the oppressive apartheid government that held power in South Africa until 1994. Yet here, he stands before us not as a subjugator, but as a tired old man sketched in burned ashes. He suffers the fate of all humans—the natural deterioration of old age. The artist is angry, yes, scattering embers on the page and shaping them into a shriveled, guilty form, but there is empathy in her strokes. She uses this piece to oppose apartheid, to convey that the oppressors can’t escape death any more than the oppressed can.

Empathy strikes me as a surprising note to start on, especially as the tour continues in front of a powder blue dress standing starkly in the middle of the room, towering over Kate Ezra. The dress belonged to Senzeni Marasela’s mother, a domestic worker in South Africa during the apartheid era. “It’s deliberately left very flat and empty to refer to her mother’s absence,” Ezra explained. During her youth, Marasela’s mother was away taking care of an- other family’s children and household, and was also periodically treated for mental illness. The dress is adorned with embroidered scenes of lynching, and each beaded string of its belt is tied in a tiny, chilling noose, an image that she repeatedly drew while hospitalized.

The dress is a reminder that ripples from apartheid still affect South Africans today. Broken childhoods can’t be magically mended; empathy doesn’t change the facts. “The past is always in the present now,” said Denise Lim, GRD ’20, one of the student curators. “Events aren’t really fixed.”

The title of the exhibit itself, printed boldly on the far wall, harbors its own subtext that is almost as charged as the art itself. The slash between Contemporary Art and South Africa is “used to both separate and connect,” said Lim. “We didn’t want to set up dichotomies or binaries, but we see a constructed relationship between these two ideas.” It begs viewers to ask how nationality can define art—or how art can define a nation. “The students wanted to call attention to the history of separation and classification, but also to the idea of connections and interface and collaboration,” Ezra said. The pieces all teeter on the thin slashes between each section title: Art/ Politics, Personal/Social, and Here/There. A painting becomes an opposition movement; a mother’s dress becomes every child’s pain; a South African revolution enters the international conscience.

The most explicit symbol of apartheid is For Thirty Years Next to His Heart by Sue Williamson. A man’s passbook, the papers all black South Africans were required to carry during apartheid, is photographed and laid out page by page. This is a man’s identity as defined by the government, reduced to a few words and pictures. Without it, he is vulnerable to arrest at any point.

As it exists today, the South African constitution is “one of the most progressive, liberal, democratic constitutions of any nation in the world,” Ezra said. But there is a difference between words on a page and a fundamentally altered national culture. “There are things that the country can be really proud of in terms of accomplishments, but there’s always the sense that they need to work through these complex social problems,” Lim added.

The problems are not limited to racial equality. Same sex marriage is le- gal, but discrimination based on sexual orientation is still a serious problem. Just last month, a lesbian woman was killed in a case of “corrective rape.” Zenelli Muholi, a visual activist whose work highlights this injustice, has taken hundreds of photographs of the transgender/homosexual community. Two are featured at the YUAG, “documenting who [the women] are, how they present themselves, their diversity, and their humanity,” Ezra said.

Some pieces aren’t as easy to decipher. I pass three video screens with rapidly changing images by William Kentridge. A cartwheeling figure turns into a bug, then into a teapot, and the words “A Backwards Glance,” flash on the screen. Suddenly I think I understand. “Needing to Let Go” comes next. More images twist and turn, are erased and redrawn. “Wanting to Hold on” appears last.

The last words stay with me as I exit Contemporary Art/South Africa under Ash Man-Johnny’s cold gaze. The slash binds two ideas together—something like the interlocking memories that unite a country. Past/future. Remembering/forgetting. Letting go/holding on.

 

Illustration by Grant Laster

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Congregation of word

“If you’re alive tonight, say ‘Yeah, Yeah!’” Carvens Lissaint bellowed from the stage. The audience crackled with energy— we were very much alive, and had been since Lissaint and the three other poets who make up The Strivers Row (Alysia Harris, GRD ’16, Zora Howard, ES ’14, and Joshua Bennett) walked in minutes earlier.

These poets, along with Miles Hodges, came together in 2010 to form what their website calls “a collective born from the collision of passion and page.” They’re award-winning competitors, prolific writers, and stars of HBO’s series Brave New Voices: as far as slam goes, they’re up there. When the spoken word poetry group performed at Yale last year, 200 leager listeners showed up. On the night of Sun., March 30, the blustery wind brought a smaller fan base to the United Church on the Green—but we were no less animated. “They’re legendary. They go in,” a friend in Teeth, Yale’s slam poetry group, whispered to me before the show.

The larger-than-life Harris was the first to take the micro- phone. “Tonight, we’re going to challenge the audience and the space,” she said, pointing up at the high ceiling of the chapel and the full congregation, squeezed into rows of pews.

“We just ask that you guys have an open mind, an open heart, and an open spirit.”

Strivers Row took on the challenge of performing in a church boldly, but not irreverently. No two performers’ rela- tionship with religion were the same. Bennett’s voice cracked as he looked out over the congregation. He hadn’t set foot in a church for a very long time. “This poem is called ‘The Skeptic,’” he began, and explained his crisis of faith and decision not to become a minister; reticently at first, then with defiant conviction.

Harris struggles to reconcile her conflicting identities as a sexual spiritual being. “Truth is, I’m not innocent, I’m just an abstinent fireplace that doesn’t wanna feel the fire kindle between her legs anymore,” she breathed. “I’m gonna take off the lipgloss and I’m gonna sleep naked, not trying to be sexy, just trying to be me.”

Lissaint, too, struggles with this idea. He practiced ab- stinence until marrying his wife, in a difficult but important display of devotion to his faith. “Let me find bliss in the mys- teries of your skin,” he crooned, lines written in a period of longing. “Safety in the cusp of your clavicle.”

Poetry is the one higher power they can all agree exists. “When you have art that comes out in just a pure form, that’s God’s work,” said Howard. “Writing is how I express myself and writing is how I live.” She once wrote herself out of a freshman year breakdown, titling each draft of the evolving

poem “Healing 1,” “Healing 2,” “Healing 3.” As she deliv- ered each wrenching line, all the breath was sucked from the audience. “I’m under these sheets, trying to stay bubble-gum tied at the seams,” she said, weaving the story of a girl and a boy and a depression. We remembered our breath and ex- haled, hard. The poem was named for the depression she con- quered: “Monster.”

The group’s responses to the Trayvon Martin shooting and trial were visceral, and seethed with the racial injustices of his case and cases like his. “Some people think we live in a post- racial society” Alysia prefaced one poem. “That is a lie.” A chorus of “Oh, shit,” rippled through the crowd as she hurled out one biting confrontation after another. “So what national- ity are you? Black. Oh, well, you’re still pretty.”

Later, Laissant delivered one last sobering reminder: “Bul- lets do know what color your skin is.” The audience urged him on as he spoke faster and faster, spit flying, still enunciating every cutting syllable. They loved him. And he loved them: as he closed the performance he leapt off the stage and ad- dressed us individually. “You are beautiful. You are beautiful. And you.” The eyes of the woman across the aisle glistened. I guess I cried a little too.

I feel my words aren’t enough to describe theirs. Howard said, “I speak here, you hear here. I heal here.” But as The Strivers Row spoke and I listened, wrapped in their poetry and the softly glowing belly of the church, I realized this: that night, maybe I’m the one who’d been healed.

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Brothels and sisters

On any given New Haven Saturday night, there are plenty of seedy places to explore. Maybe Catwalk, the strip club on the east side of town, or the inside of the dancer’s cage at Toad’s. But a quick walk down Crown street could bring you to a brothel, at least in urban legend: the sorority house. Wait, what?

Merriam-Webster defines a brothel as “a building in which prostitutes are available.” But one ubiquitous rumor skews the definition to include any house where more than seven unrelated females live. An institution as old as Yale has its fair share of mysteries, most of which are eventually unraveled: this one, however, has been oddly pervasive on Yale’s campus, and has yet to be answered in any conclusive way. Off-campus sorority houses have historically been home to only seven or eight people, but are they deserving of being called “brothels”?

Like all good rumors, this one is rooted in fact: it’s hard to tell if sororities that house their members are brothels, because a law did indeed once refer to them as such. These laws, generally cited as the basis for this illegality, are the 17th century Blue Laws, which originated in Connecticut and became widespread throughout the Northeast. They were devised to regulate moral behavior centuries ago, but are still reflected in some college towns’ zoning codes. In 2011, Northwestern students gathered to protest Evanston, Ill.’s outdated and previously unenforced law that limited the number of unrelated people legally allowed to be housed together to three.

In New Haven, city zoning requirements “limit the number of residents in a single dwelling unit to four unrelated individuals,” as specified by a document released by the City of New Haven on Zoning Accommodations. The requirement stands for anyone, regardless of gender. Still, fraternities and sororities fall outside of these regulations. According to the City of New Haven’s Residential Occupancy Inspection FAQ, bedroom occupancy in larger houses is limited based on square footage. For one occupant, a sleeping room must be at least 70 square feet, and for four, 200 square feet. An additional 50 square feet must be added for each extra occupant.

Real Estate firm Pike International, owner of several off-campus residences where Yale students live, also emphatically stated that their policy has nothing to do with gender and, under New Haven’s regulations, has more to do with space. “No more than two individuals can stay in each bedroom,” a representative said, but as long as the bedrooms exist, each one can be filled. Pi Beta Phi’s house has six bedrooms, so, in keeping with the actual zoning laws, they are filled with only six upperclassman members. Kappa Alpha Theta’s seven beds are also filled. If they had a bigger house, Pike says, they could have more residents.

Katie D’Andrea, BC ’13, a Pi Phi alumna, says that her only knowledge of the myth came from her years as a Connecticut resident, and that no one in Pi Phi really took it seriously. The small house wasn’t conducive to the huge parties fraternities throw, but she says most agreed that was for the best. “We never could invade it like boys in the fraternity did,” she explained. Not particularly unhappy with the lack of Saturday morning vomit scrubbing, Katie says their sorority house was used for more “sister-hoody events” like TV show watching and birthday parties—not your typical brothel fare.

“Invading”—or, mass arrival and attendance at open parties—is easy to do at frats, which usually have doubly large houses: at least 13 brothers live at the SigEp house on High Street at any given time, and brothers crash on every couch and bed at the ADPhi house on Lake Place. A typical week ends with the floors of fraternity basements soaked in beer and sweat, while basements in sorority houses are less battered.

“It seems to me that the national sorority organizations impose more restrictions on sororities that operate at Yale than the fraternities at Yale,” says John Meeske, Associate Dean for Student Organizations and Physical Resources. Meeske and Dean of Student Affairs W. Marichal Gentry have met with several sorority and fraternity leaders to encourage a dialogue about issues and concerns regarding Greek life on campus. In doing so, Meeske has become aware of several sorority-specific regulations about “what sort of events they can hold, whether alcohol can be involved, and where they can be, [which could come from the antiquated idea that] women need more supervision,” he says. “There is definitely a greater oversight of the sororities by the national [organizations].”

Estacia Brandenburg, an Account Executive at MJ Insurance, a home insurance company that covers the houses of several sorority chapters nationally, explained that national protocol regulates where men can be in the building and what visiting hours are. At some Yale sororities, males are only allowed in the common area of the house and are restricted from sleeping over. Laws specific to each organization and chapter restrict men from hanging out on the second floor late at night.

Sorority members would only speak to the Herald on the condition that they remain anonymous due to publicity policies from their respective national organizations. One sorority member believed that fraternities are asked to abide by the same rules but decide to handle the repercussions if these rules are broken. After throwing a party, “Fraternity presidents run the risk of going to the Executive Committee and just kind of deal with it,” she said, while sororities choose not to. “Everyone knows the aftermath of a big party like that,” she laughed. “I don’t think anyone in a sorority house is jealous.”

She felt that Yale students have an overwhelmingly negative opinion on Greek life, and wondered if being able to hold more campus-wide events would positively affect their reputations. In-house parties have to be more exclusive because of smaller space, and are usually limited to sisters and their close friends. Sororities do sometimes rent out venues for events, but their houses are off limits. Fraternities and sororities can enforce gender roles on bigger campuses, she says: the guys throw the parties and the girls show up. Since there are fewer sororities than fraternities, however, this is not as evident.

It’s comforting to know that in the 21st century, unmarried women living together are not actually considered prostitutes in the eyes of the law. Adding a couple of stairs and a front door does not make a seven-person house any more illegal than a 12-pack dorm.

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Getting web-serious

Last winter, recent Yale grad Ari Berkowitz, BK ’12, found herself grappling with one of life’s toughest struggles: what to do with her bangs. The growing-out process seemed like a long road to recovery, and Berkowitz wasn’t yet sure she had used her fringe to its full potential. One thing she was sure about, however, was her desire to become a TV writer. So in January 2013, Berkowitz found a way to use her hair dilemma to chase this dream, using it as inspiration for a web series that dropped just this week.

“Me and Zooey D” centers on a young Zooey Deschanel look-alike who has an unusual (maybe creepy) obsession with the wide-eyed, full-banged actress, and travels all the way to Hollywod to win her friendship. In each three to four minute video, we watch as the heroine, Alex (played by Berkowitz), carries out some new scheme to grab Zooey’s attention. These plans usually involve Alex frequenting cupcake stores or roaming LA’s streets accompanied by her best friend in the hopes of casually (maybe creepily) running into the future, better BFF of her dreams.

It took a long time to bring Alex’s baby doll dress and chunky glasses to the screen. After developing the concept, Berkowitz took the first episode’s script to Hunter Wolk, SY ’12, a friend from Yale who ended up directing the series, and together they put a team together. They cast recent grads Brittany Belland, who graduated from Ohio State in 2012, and Ben Smith, who graduated from Harvard in 2012, as the two other co-stars.

With the team in place, the next step was raising the money to finance their project.  Using Kickstarter, the web series actually exceeded its original budgetary goal, collecting more than $3500. After months of pre-production and planning, the series was finally shot from beginning to end 4-day span in April.

Beyond Berkowitz and her quest for a new BFF, several former Yale students have hopped on the trend of creating web series. Stuey Pliskin, BR ’13, developed “Business Time” in 2012, a four-episode series about an unemployed guy named Fitz, a sort of modern lothario who helps his friend, an heir to a rat extermination fortune, to talk to women. Kurt Schneider, CC ’10, produced and directed the “College Musical” videos, starring Allison Williams, MC ’10, and Sam Tsui, DC ’11. The videos got noticed by Gawker in 2010, and were just the start of Schneider’s prolific YouTube presence. In recent years, Kickstarter has overflowed with proposals to develop new web series, as more college graduates decide to make it in television.

It seems that this phenomenon is at least somewhat inspired by the recent prominence of web series, and by the popularization of Kickstarter.

“We got 900 views on the Kickstarter video alone,” Berkowitz says, a figure that suggests viewership on the finished web series has the potential to soar.

Assuming they are adequately publicized, Berkowitz insists, web series are an effective way to get your work out into the world with a small crew and a miniscule budget. For Berkowitz and other independent creators “who want to get their voice and their story out,” these shorts can build resumes or land jobs.

After nine months of work, six episodes, and countless gluten-free cupcakes, one of Berkowitz’s most satisfying triumphs relates to her coiffure rather than her career. “I grew out my bangs and dyed my hair blue,” she laughs. Maybe Zooey won’t recognize her kindred spirit on the street anymore, but with more than 1,000 views on the first episode already, the rest of the world might.

 

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