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1001 Black Men #700

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I have finally reached drawing #700. It’s a little larger than most of my other drawings (8.5″x14″ instead of the usual 8.5″x11″), but I have otherwise chosen to mark this milestone (700 drawings completed in three years and eight months) without much visual fanfare.

Seven hundred drawings in, I have come to understand more about my own gaze on Black men than I have about Black men themselves. The one thing you are sure to learn when you are immersing yourself in depicting a particular population is a whole lot more about your relationship to members of that group. I grew up surrounded by Black men. In addition to my brother and my dad, I had the benefit of growing up with an army of uncles and great-uncles, a seemingly endless contingent of cousins, both of my grandfathers, two great-grand fathers, and beloved Black male friends. Because of them, my understanding of the importance and value of men of African descent is almost exclusively based on the love and safety and humor and warmth and friendship that those relationships have provided for me.

Perhaps this is why, up to this point, I have only included in this series one of my very good Black male friends (Myronn Hardy) and none of my relatives. Even at the beginning of this process, I knew that in order to get to a truth beyond my own limited experiences, I needed to draw either strangers or men who I did not know very well. In the process of seeking out and depicting nearly 700 strangers, I have become aware–sometimes painfully aware–of how little access I have to the complex positionality of Black men who are, as a group, both marginalized and hyper visible, often in ways that Black women (like me) are not.

More importantly, I am considerably more conscious of the pitfalls of setting forth to draw the members of a group to which I do not belong, especially from a position of relative power (as a college professor with a measure of educational and economic privilege).

I hope to use my last 301 drawings to create a more complete portrait of the diversity of Black manhood in the San Francisco Bay Area. I want to spend these last drawings more focused on some of the experiences, genders, ethnicities, economic fortunes, locations, and ages of Black men that I have either underrepresented or left out entirely.

In the process I will, no doubt, continue learn more about myself, my position, my power and my disempowerment than I will learn about the lives and experiences of my Black male subjects. But that will not preempt the overarching goal of this project which is, in the end, to create representations of Black men that, taken together, will complicate and expand rather than limit and define our understanding of those figures in whom Blackness and manhood intersect.

Ajuan Mance

 

 

1001 Black Men #699

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Here’s another of the gymnastics dads from my niece’s school. This guy is faithfully there every week, with his daughter and son in tow. The daughter goes off to her class, and the dad and his son go up to the waiting room to hang out, read books, and do puzzles. It’s great daddy/daughter/son time, and it probably gives mom a bit of a break. I haven’t talked to the daughter, but the son is a really sweet kid. He’s ten years old and he still believes in Santa Claus. I love that he’s been able to hold on to that level of childhood innocence. It’s the mark of great parenting that they’ve created a space in which their kids don’t have to rush to grow up.

Ajuan Mance

1001 Black Men #698

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If you see someone at the MacArthur Boulevard Ace Hardware first thing on a Saturday morning, there is a 75% chance you are looking at a homeowner with a plumbing problem. While most of the contractors are at the Home Depot, Ace is almost empty except for a small number of DIYers who are desperate to repair an appliance that just can’t wait. A couple Saturday mornings ago, I was there to purchase a replacement ballcock assembly cover to go inside the tank of my toilet. This guy was looking for a new toilet handle. His is the smile of a person who just found the part he was looking for and who probably knows how to install it.

My mission was a success, though it took me about 4 hours to do a repair that probably would’ve taken licensed plumber about 15 minutes. Don’t tell Angie’s List!

Ajuan Mance

1001 Black Men #697

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This young man was standing on the opposite side of High Street from Walgreens, but attempting to carry on a conversation with another young man who was standing in the Walgreens parking lot. I heard him before I could see him, and I was impressed by how well this slim young man could project his high tenor voice. He was speaking from the diaphragm, for sure, and in another world he might have become an opera singer.

Ajuan Mance

1001 Black Men #694

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I passed this brother on MacArthur the other day. I’d just come out of World Ground Cafe, and I’d only made it a couple doors down. He was dressed in the uniform of a house painter (white shirt and white painters’ pants), and he was talking on his cellphone. I’m not sure how or why I remember those details, since I was completely distracted by his hair.

His head was shaved clean except for a little line of short braids (or locks) located just above the nape. His mustache and sideburns were trimmed to perfection, and someone had put tiny white beads on each of the braids/locks on the back of his head.

The line of hair at the back of the head is not my particular taste, but I have to give this brother his props. I might not like the style, but for what he was doing, the upkeep was flawless.

Ajuan Mance