So as you can probably guess, over the past few days, I have received a lot of messages. They have come via email and via social media. They have been overwhelming, mostly because I was not prepared for them. My focus has been on the end of the school year (and my brilliant students) and I was not thinking that someone would copy and paste my writing and my photo on their Facebook page without a link to the source (until prompted-more on that later). That action made the post go viral for a second time and reopened the flood gates.

When something goes viral, especially something around race, what you don’t see if you are not the poster is the vile garbage that gets directed at you from people on the internet. It must be said that the vast majority of responses to I Fit the Description have been kind and compassionate. The ones that come from the throat of hell/crazy/hate filled parts of the internet are difficult to bear. People say “Just ignore it!” but the messages are in your email in your phone in your home. The immediacy of these things is powerful-especially for people like me who have lived with PTSD for the majority of their lives.

So I ignore most of those posts. And I ignore the ones that are wallowing in white guilt, requiring absolution, bragging about black friends/lovers/coworkers, or demanding that I see that “not all white people” are bad. I ignore the ones that demand I do some emotional labor to make the messenger feel better about what has happened to me.

I got one though that stopped me cold.

It was on Facebook Messenger. I don’t use the app much (because I have email) but people I do have some friends abroad with whom I use it. When the repost went viral, my Messenger stream was filled with what is called Message Requests-essentially messages from people to whom one is not connected on Facebook. Most of these people did not realize that the event about which they were contacting me happened three years ago. So I created a short canned response to these messages (and to emails as well) to these people letting them know:

Thanks for your message.  I wrote “I Fit The Description...” three years ago in order to process one of the worst days of my life. While seeing it go viral again after someone posted it on Facebook has reawakened that awful experience, I’m humbled that the post resonated with you.  

I’ve received hundreds of emails from folks all over asking if I’m ok and how they can help.  Three years on, I’m fine and you can help here.   https://www.gofundme.com/working-spaces&rcid=r01-154518848588-d6f66eae568445eb&pc=ot_co_campmgmt_w

Be well,

S

Short and to the point. I wanted to acknowledge that people had reached out to me, correct the record, and let people know what they could do for me if they were interested in conveying more than empathy.

So as I was going through and responding to messages, I saw one where a writer from Texas had actually taken time to look at my work. I was thrilled to read it.

Hi! I came across "the Post" today and in doing so happened upon your art, which has now consumed most of my morning work schedule 😀. Deeply personal and moving art. Thank you for sharing and am grateful to have found it.

This was so different from all the other messages I received that I actually smiled-something I hadn’t done while online in a long time. I made a point to note the writer’s message and that I would send a more personal response than the canned one I had set up for everyone else. I had to meet friends for lunch and decided that I would send a reply when I got home. Before I left, I checked my phone and saw a second message from the writer from Texas:

I've been mulling over colors for my daughters bedroom (which currently has wallpaper with rows and rows of one recurring mallard) and I believe I've found what I've been looking for in Three Deliberate Grays for Freddie. Any advise for finding the right color match if i were to go to Sherman Williams?

The work the writer is referencing is Three Deliberate Grays for Freddie (A Memorial for Freddie Gray) a work I made for the Gardner Museum. It is a monochrome portrait of three moments in the life of Freddie Gray, a man who was killed by the Baltimore police department. The colors correspond to different moments in his life. The writer saw this work on my website (it’s the first image on my website-complete with title and location).

Later they sent a third message. I think they read a little bit more about me and my work and realized what they said.

ok, that last bit about my daughters' wallpaper was dumb. sorry about that. please ignore! lol

I am trying to ignore it. I can’t stop thinking about the “rows and rows of one recurring mallard” juxtaposed with a color that is a representation of the murder of a black man. It brought me to the realm of the wallpaper created by Robert Gober, Hanging Man/Sleeping Man and artwork that marries white comfort with white violence against black people and realizes it in wallpaper-the object to creates domestic space.

On the one hand, I can understand looking at the work and wanting to have the colors. In fact that is one of the reasons I made it. Part of the goal of the artist is to seduce, to make you come closer and investigate. Beauty is the lure that leads you to content. I wanted to make a beautiful facade for the Gardner Museum that would bring people in to talk about the extermination of a Black man by the state.

In other work, I have explored the relationship between domesticity and violence. It is my understanding that America’s relationship to Black people is violence and it has always been violence in support of a domestic Identity. Violence against Black people is always framed as necessary to protect White women-the jewel of the domestic sphere.

So it really does not surprise me that a White person looks at an artwork, knows that it is about the destruction of a Black life, and thinks, “That is the perfect color for my daughter’s bedroom! Can you recommend how I get that color?”

The person who sent the message was looking for a Sherwin-Williams color. I am a proud Benjamin Moore man myself. So using the same strategies that I used to develop the colors for Three Deliberate Grays I developed a palette of colors for the room of the messenger’s daughter, based on the murders of black people by law enforcement. Because I don’t have ventilation in my space right now (to be fair, I am trying to raise money to build a studio) I could not mix actual paint. I did, however come up with colors based on the Benjamin Moore color system. I picture the writer talking with their daughter trying to decide which color, representative of white supremacist violence, would go best with the rows of mallards.

I sent the image to the writer. I have not gotten a response.