Tressie McMillan Cottom

I'm always in awe of Tressie McMillan Cottom's ability to convey an argument, or sum up a point, with a sentence that makes you feel like you've been hit over the head but in a very profound way. Each of these short essays has something to offer, though as of course is the case with all essay collections the extent to which you'll connect to each one will vary from reader to reader. For me, the hardest essay to read was the one about the death of her newborn daughter thanks to medical show more incompetence and racism; the most bitterly funny the one about how she wants a Black woman to have the chance to write banal op-eds at a major media outlet. Highly recommended. show less

"If my work is about anything it is about making plain precisely how prestige, money, and power structure our so-called democractic institutions so that most of us will always fail."

In these 8 essays, Cottom, a sociologist, professor, and cultural commentator, explores issues of structural inequality, Black identity, and feminism. She sprinkles her thought-provoking and deeply thought-through work with cultural references and, occasionally humor (I loved her ruminations on David Brooks' show more column on sandwiches). The prose can be dense with sociological scholarship, but it's never dry or mind-numbing. I don't find her work quite as illuminating or accessible as, say, Roxane Gay, but her voice is an important one. show less

What distinguishes Thick from other well-written books by black women academics (Brittney Cook, Ijeoma Oluo, Morgan Jenkins)? Her fierce and targeted criticism of how black women are shut out of the hierarchy of success in America, especially in journalism. As McMillan states, until the New York Times hired Michelle Alexander (The New Jim Crow), the Times had NEVER had a woman of color as a regular opinion writer.

Each of the seven chapters takes issue with a specific painful topic for women show more of color: perceived beauty, the danger of childbirth, entering white spaces, African-Americans vs black immigrants, the lure of status symbols, rape, and David Brooks of the New York Times. The power of her words can feel like a whip across the face, as does how Cottom defines when black women "become a problem" a/k/a speak up and lead movements of change and disruption.

Quotes: "Privileged people feel that it is easier to fix me than to fix the world."

"What pleases us is any technocratic fairytale of how we can network enough to offset unstable employment."

"The paradox of how we could elect Obama AND Trump is not how black Obama is or isn't. It is how white he is, or is not. White voters needed only to have faith in Obama and in his willingness to reflect their ideal selves back at them, to change blackness without being black to them."

"The act of being conservative necessitates an undesirable progress against which it can rebel."

"I had properly signaled that I was not a typical black or a typical woman, two identities that in combination are almost always conflated with being poor."

"R. Kelly was an unlikely crossover artist, mostly based on a horrible song in which he believed he could fly. It is just the type of inspirational, soulless black music that corporations love. It made R. Kelly a safe negro for millions of white consumers while his reputation as a sexual predator was solidifying in black communities."

'We do not share much in the U.S. culture of individualism except our delusions of meritocracy. God help my people, but I can talk to hundreds of black folk who have been systematically separated from their money, citizenship, and personhood and hear at least eighty stories about how no one is to blame but themselves." show less

A collection merging Cottom’s “thick description” with the politics of blackness. She didn’t conceive of these as personal essays, even though “the personal essay had become the way that black women writers claim legitimacy in a public discourse that defines itself, in part, by how well it excludes black women.” She discusses the negative reactions she got from black women when she described herself as unattractive; she resists the idea that she could be “beautiful” under show more racism and capitalism, because the aspiration would make her into a market subject and she wants to name what’s been done to her. The hardest essay to read is about the death of her newborn, which was preceded by pain and bleeding and healthcare professionals assuming she was incompetent and later berating her for not telling them something was wrong earlier (she did, but they didn’t understand her symptoms as important)—I’ve experienced a fraction of this treatment as a white woman, but for black women it routinely kills their babies.

Cottom also writes about universities’ expectations that black “ethnic” students (immigrants or children of immigrants) will do better than U.S. black students, and points out that we are “generally cherrypicking the winners of extreme social stratification in other countries through our admissions processes.” The most bitterly hilarious part is the essay on why she wants banal black women writers at elite outlets, “since David Brooks wrote 865 words about how gourmet sandwiches are ruining America in the New York effing Times.That was 593 words more than the Gettysburg Address and about 365 words more than we allow poor students to write about their neediness on many scholarship applications.” Otherwise, the great black women intellectuals she knows will continue doing second-, third-, and fourth-shift work to get published in the same places, instead of benefits and a salary—the bind is that you get exposure but only by contributing to writers’ economic precarity, but that bind is unequally distributed. show less