Required reading

• Los Angeles Chicano art group ASCO, most active in the 1970s, has recently been the subject of renewed attention; an april arise even explored its impact on current Chicano art. But like Carolina Miranda written in the Los Angeles Timeinternal disputes over who can tell the collective’s story cast a shadow over its rebirth:

To get to the root of the conflict, consider a single image from the mid-1970s: “Limitations Beyond My Control,” which shows Valdez striking a ballet pose in a downtown tunnel with dancer Billy Starr and is currently at displayed in a permanent exhibition. collection exhibition at the Hammer Museum. The picture first appeared there in the 2017 exhibition “Radical Women: Latin American Art: 1960-85,” after which the museum acquired it. He appears as Valdez, which Gamboa claims infringes his copyright, since he owns the image. Valdez counters that members of Asco have historically shared their images and that he is credited as the photographer. “Mail art, business cards – there’s never been a problem,” she says, “because that’s our job.”

Additionally, Valdez notes that the piece is a ’70s archival poster that she previously exhibited under her name. Gamboa counters that she was not introduced by her name alone. Following the dispute, the Hammer removed it from advertisements, although a large wall vinyl of “Limitations” still greets visitors to the show.

• Arlington National Cemetery just announced the removal of its Confederate memorial, and the trolls are already fighting back. For the NationErin L. Thompson writes of a lawsuit filed by a group of “Confederate heritage supporters” to “defend” the racist monument:

Showing that New Confederates have learned from the protests of the past few years, the lawsuit tries to reclaim the rhetoric used by racial justice activists: We can’t tear down a monument that offers us a chance to “better understand history United States complex. States”, can we? The answer is that we have in view a surplus of object lessons about our complex history. A stroll through DC neighborhoods shaped by long histories of segregation provides many such lessons. There is no risk of forgetting when there are legacies much more difficult to change than a single monument.

• Although released in 2021, this guide by Denise-Marie Ordway outlines the key elements of Indigenous tribal sovereignty with resources and further reading still relevant for journalists:

Although the concept may seem relatively straightforward, there has been considerable disagreement between Indigenous groups and US government agencies over what tribal sovereignty actually entails, its implications, and how tribes and states can or should work. together to serve their constituents.

States and tribes continue to fight over land and jurisdiction in areas such as law enforcement. Government officials are still trying to figure out all the ramifications of last summer’s U.S. Supreme Court ruling in the landmark tribal sovereignty case. McGirt c. Oklahoma.

• After realizing she was one of many Asian American women named after news anchor Connie Chung, journalist Connie Wang decided to research this phenomenon for the New York Times:

The story of the Connie generation is a small slice of Asian immigration history in the United States, much of which is not unique to us. Changes to immigration law in 1965 brought a wave of ambitious and relatively wealthy families to this country, who then had to find new footholds, often in predominantly white communities. Their American-born children were all raised with the dreams, worries, and aspirations that result from profound culture shock.

But the names these parents gave their children represented so many different approaches to dealing with this shock: clinging on, letting go, diving in, reaching out for a lifeline. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that all the Connies I’ve spoken to describe their mothers in similar terms: as leaders, courageous, athletic, creative, successful, idealistic, capable. These mothers were architects, editors and medical professionals, who had often had to give up their careers and reinvent themselves after moving to a new country, who watched television and saw how different things could be for their daughters. .

• Gillian Brockwell reported in the Washington Post that a Martin Luther King Jr. quote often cited to drive a wedge between him and Malcolm X was, in fact, completely fabricated by interviewer Alex Haley. Brockwell spoke with writer Jonathan Eig about how he understood this and the consequences of this tampering:

Eig shared his discovery with a number of King scholars, and the changes “appeared” to them as “a real fraud”, he said. “They’re like, ‘Oh my God, I’ve been teaching my students this for years,’ and now they have to think about it again,” Eig said.

One such scholar is Peniel E. Joseph, director of the Center for Race and Democracy at the University of Texas at Austin and author of several books on civil rights and black power movements. He told the Post he would change the way he teaches now that Eig’s “tremendous” research is “setting the record straight.”

Considering Haley’s other scandals, “it’s not really surprising or shocking, but it’s bad,” Joseph said.

“We know that on other occasions King talks about Malcolm X without mentioning him at all,” Joseph said. “In this specific case, we have more specifics about how some media wanted to pit them against each other and use Dr. King as a cudgel against Malcolm.”

• Arielle Isack wrote a lucid and moving text test in n+1 for attending a heavily guarded vigil for Jordan Neely. A number of mourners have been arrested by NYPD officers, who have yet to do the same with Neely’s killer:

The vigil took place at the end of the platform, between the station wall and a white support beam. The police had gathered behind and around the beam, keeping us herded in an area no more than thirty feet long. Commuters exiting F-trains maneuvered expertly through our burgeoning crowd, eager not to be slowed down by what must have seemed like alien subway chaos. As more and more people arrived, the crowd moved a few feet at a time to make room for whoever or whatever was commanding the moment. There were no megaphones, no microphones. Fifteen minutes later, the crowd had almost swelled to capacity, and to get around I found myself stepping on the beveled yellow edge of the platform, a part of the city that my pledge not to fall victim to hate crimes had banned me from approaching since January 2022. More and more officers gathered behind the white beam – I counted at least twelve cops equipped with guns, handcuffs and eyes that remained empty except to occasionally concentrate to produce sneers of superiority.