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SURVEILLANCE,
RACE,
CULTURE
Edited by Susan Flynn and Antonia Mackay
Surveillance, Race, Culture
Susan Flynn · Antonia Mackay
Editors
Surveillance, Race,
Culture
Editors
Susan Flynn Antonia Mackay
University of the Arts London Oxford Brookes University
London, UK Oxford, UK
1 “Introduction” 1
Susan Flynn and Antonia Mackay
v
vi Contents
Part II Screen
Epilogue 283
Index 291
Notes on Contributors
ix
x Notes on Contributors
Charles Brockden Brown Society and film review editor for the Irish
Gothic Journal. She is also a teaching assistant on first- and second-year
literature modules at Trinity College Dublin. Sarah’s work appears in
several journals, most notably the Irish Journal for American Studies
which published her WTM Riches award-winning essay “The Search for
a Mother in Toni Morrison’s Paradise”, and Kaleidoscope, which pub-
lished her article “‘Godlike Knowledge’: Light as Power in Hawthorne’s
The Blithedale Romance.” She provides content for academic websites
U.S. Studies Online and Adam Matthew Digital. She is also a writer and
podcaster at Film Ireland and writer at Headstuff.
Susan Flynn is a Lecturer in Media Communications at the University of
the Arts, London. Specialising in visual culture, media equality, film stud-
ies and the links between the cultural and the digital sphere, her work is
featured in a number of international journals and edited collections. She
is co-editor of Spaces of Surveillance: States and Selves (2017) and of the
upcoming Surveillance, Architecture and Control: Discourses on Spatial
Culture.
Max Gedig is a fellow of the German Academic Scholarship Foundation
and a doctoral student at the Ludwig-Maximilians-University in Munich.
His research investigates the terroristic left-wing group “Bewegung 2.
Juni,” that operated in Europe in the 1970s. He studied History at the
LMU and UC Berkeley and won the “surveillance-studies-award” for the
concepts applied in the essay presented here. His research interest spans
from the interplay between early capitalistic development and families
over to social movements, covert repression, and (political-) surveillance
research.
Richard Hancuff is an adjunct instructor in the English Department
at Misericordia University, where he teaches American and African
American literature. Issues of identity formation—national, ethnic, and
otherwise—are central to his analysis of cultural products. His most
recent publication concerns George Schuyler’s encounter with the Jim
Crow South as documented in the New Masses. He recently presented a
paper on W. E. B. Du Bois and the Great War at the Modern Language
Association 2017 Convention in Philadelphia, and in late March 2017
will present on Langston Hughes’ Cold War memoir, I Wonder as I
Wander, as well as geographic awareness and the personal reconstruction
of the District of Columbia in Edward P. Jones’ short story collection
Notes on Contributors xi
HBO! Life After Legacy: Reading HBO’s New and Original Voices (Race,
Class, Gender, Sexuality and Power), as well as work in the fourth edi-
tion of Race/Gender/Class/Media. Francesca is also on the editorial team
behind a forthcoming collection on To Exist is to Resist: Black Feminism
in Europe.
Jonathan Wright is Course Leader and Senior Lecturer, in Media
and Cultural Theory at the University of Arts, London. Over the past
20 years, Wright has been teaching media and cultural studies and film
studies at various universities. He completed his Ph.D. thesis on Black
British cinema at London Metropolitan University. He lectures across a
range of topics including media theory, visual cultural theory, and issues
of representation, cultural identity, film and cinema, audiences, and spec-
tatorship. As a theory-based academic he is very interested in the meth-
odological issues involved in the supervision of practice-led research.
He has written on British cinema, race, and representation and for a
period wrote regularly for the magazine “Red Pepper.” He is working
toward a monograph on a critical history of black filmmaking in Britain
and has developed his research interests into the historical study of black
film exhibition in the United States. Jonathan has recently completed a
co-authored report for the Stephen Lawrence Charitable Trust on diver-
sity in the UK film and TV industries.
CHAPTER 1
“Introduction”
S. Flynn (*)
University of the Arts London, London, UK
e-mail: s.flynn@lcc.arts.ac.uk
A. Mackay
Oxford Brookes University, Oxford, UK
e-mail: antoniamackay@brookes.ac.uk
the critical juncture at which our time has become one of watching, cate-
gorizing, and purporting to ‘know’ others.
***
As the field of surveillance studies has established, being watched
extends beyond the physicality of the camera eye and into social and
cultural paradigms that affect bodily and subjective narratives. Recent
technological advances, such as a new device which can see through
bodies without the need for X-rays (as reported on the BBC website in
September 2017) and so-called futuristic schools where the students are
‘always on camera’ (BBC World Magazine, 4 July 2017), suggest that
surveillant practices stretch far beyond Orwellian notions of malignant
forces. Although these surveillant systems are praised for their poten-
tial, there remains a deep-rooted anxiety attached to the implicit ‘being
watched-ness.’ The futuristic schools (known as ‘Alt-Schools’), which
employ tailored and personalised technology via a computerised teach-
ing plan, also open up the possibility of personal data mining at the very
earliest stages of child development. Data were once mined from inter-
net surfing and purchasing, but the ‘Alt-School’ system suggests a child’s
development can be surveilled, manipulated, and reworked as the child
develops. Furthermore, by building software that seeks to engage with
primary school children on an individual level, algorithms take the place
of the traditional bodily overseer (the teacher), leaving only the surveil-
lance cameras to ‘watch over’ the children. These futuristic schools (cur-
rently being trialled in the US) not only remove the bodily presence of
adults, but transpose a child’s learning onto a computerised system. Both
the schools and the medical device illustrate the necessity of technolog-
ical development in our modern world for humanity to advance, but it
is our investment and obsession with these systems that warrant cau-
tion. The inherent power play between all-seeing machine and man has
long been a dystopian fantasy, from Terminator (1984) and The Matrix
(1999) to television’s The Handmaid’s Tale (2016) and the recent Blade
Runner 2049 (2017), yet all these narratives share a common theme: the
need to watch, and hence to identify ‘us’ from ‘the other.’
This collection aims to articulate the manner in which cultural pro-
ductions have been complicit in viewing, seeing, and purporting to
‘know’ race, and it examines some of the ways in which surveillant tech-
nologies have been complicit in the definition of racial categorisation.
The pervasive accumulation and commercialisation of ‘personal data’ as
well as the ubiquity of the camera’s roving eye, incur categorisations,
1 “INTRODUCTION” 3
Theoretical Framework
Stuart Hall wrote that the practices of representation always implicate
the positions from which we speak or write—the positions of enuncia-
tion (Hall 2000). This collection seizes this critical juncture to consider
how surveillance is implicated in such an enunciation. Hall, Williams,
and others at the Centre for Contemporary Cultural Studies at the
University of Birmingham raised the call for academic study to bridge
the gulf between high culture and lived experience: between theory and
practice, both past and contemporary. For many years, we have looked to
cultural studies to provide a context for our interest in class stratification
and power structures within cultures, to articulate the lived experience of
social stratification.
Although some might say that cultural studies have no ‘house-
approved’ methodology, the interdisciplinary nature of cultural studies
highlights the need to think through the social and political contexts of
cultural expression. Our previous collection, Spaces of Surveillance: States
and Selves (2017), engaged with the surveillant regimes of our current
moment in history. It opened a discussion with respect to the material
conditions of people’s lives in an age of watching and being watched,
examining the ‘felt dimensions’ of surveillance as it is represented in film,
art, and literature. Spaces of Surveillance attempted to critique the ide-
ological underpinnings of contemporary surveillance through a range
of cultural productions and a selection of methodological lenses. From
these analyses, the consideration of race emerged as a pertinent issue.
Through the various studies in the collection, we saw the narratives of
film, art, and literature employ surveillant regimes for the delineation of
race categories, as a tool for marginalisation and a weapon of injustice.
This cultural study enabled us to see how surveillance (as a technology of
power) is embedded in our cultural psyche and inculcated in many of the
judgements we make in our everyday lives.
1 “INTRODUCTION” 5
colour; the role of government drones in the Middle East; radical racial
movements; and race inequality in both the public and private domain.
***
Our return to the study of surveillance in culture and through cul-
tural studies enables us to see how dominant epistemologies about race
are constituted and reconstituted through popular culture. As cultural
studies scholars, we see the world as a series of texts. Each text is laden
with meaning and each text speaks to others. In reading social practices,
we must not simply read them anecdotally, but systematically, as is nec-
essary to understand what values and messages have been transmitted
through these social practices and forms of consumption, and how these
impact ideology and our everyday living conditions. In cultural stud-
ies, the counter-hegemonic voice—the narratives of oppressed people
and their identities as sites of resistance—were critical means by which
social transformation was imagined. Many other important academic
movements argue against normative standards and ideologies that serve
to marginalise and oppress peoples of colour, in particular the Critical
Race Theory (Perry 2005). This collection is envisaged as an addendum
to much of this great work, not by engaging directly with Critical Race
Theory, but in providing specific examples of how cultural productions
engage with surveillant technologies in the categorisation of race, and
in the marginalisation, both real and metaphoric, of groups of people.
Our aim, to heed the challenge of Perry (2005), is “to map the patterns
and structures of unconscious racism by, amongst other things, read-
ing cultural texts of various sorts alongside each other.” The collection,
therefore, aims to draw together instances of the contemporary cultural
moment that recognise surveillance as both an imprint and signifier of
racial categories.
by racial codes. America’s history has long been one of tension, namely a
tension created by the US’ historic investment in slavery and its attempt
to distance itself from such ancestry. During the eighteenth and nine-
teenth century, slaves were imported en masse following expeditions into
the interior of West Africa. Between the sixteenth and nineteenth centu-
ries, 12 million Africans arrived in the Americas and were entered into
contracts as servants working in both domestic and industrial environ-
ments. The postcolonial theorist Frantz Fanon’s work on racial othering
engages with many of the issues at the heart of America’s slave industry,
such as themes of escape, Harlem’s power (encountered most notably
in the early twentieth century with the Harlem Renaissance), anti-Black
racism, and the rigidity of the colour divide in modern America. In The
Wretched of the Earth (1961), Fanon considers slavery’s implicit surveil-
lance system, wherein factory workers are subjected to time sheets and
categories of workers are overseen with supervision to reduce labour to
automation. In his later writings, as Simone Browne discusses in Dark
Matters: On the Surveillance of Blackness (2015), Fanon turned his atten-
tion to the ongoing surveillance of blackness in modern America where
“[CCTV] cameras are trained not only on the potential thief, but also
on the employee working on the shop floor who is put on notice that
the video surveillance is perpetual” (Browne, p. 6). Indeed, racial control
is at the heart of many of America’s most violent events: the American
Indian Wars from 1540 to 1924 that sought to occupy territory belong-
ing to Native Americans in Canada and North America; the American
Revolution (1783) that ended the Atlantic slave trade, but not the
Southern states’ investment in cotton farming and slave workers; the
Civil War in 1861, a direct result of the long-standing controversy over
slavery in the South; the Cherokee–American wars (1776–1795) fought
between Euro-Americans and the Cherokee, wherein white Americans
sought to occupy Native American land in the Southwest; the Arikara
War of 1823, the first war fought between the US Army and Native
Americans, which took place in Dakota; and the Mexican-American War
(1846–1848) following the annexation of Texas from Mexico, which
sought to claim Texas as American and remove Mexico’s claim to terri-
tory. These wars were clearly influenced, if not motivated, by the need to
control (and eliminate) the racial other. In the twentieth and twenty-first
centuries, much of America’s military power has similarly been directed
toward the control of ‘others’ in Vietnam, Afghanistan, Cuba, Iraq, and
Korea. The pervasive type of surveillance that exists in America appears
8 S. FLYNN AND A. MACKAY
A man knocked over her son in the subway. You feel your own body wince.
He’s okay, but the son of a bitch kept walking. She says she grabbed the
stranger’s arm and told him to apologise; I told him to look at the boy and
apologise. And yes, you want it to stop, you want the black child pushed
to the ground to be seen, to be helped to his feet and be brushed off, not
brushed off by the person that did not see him, has never seen him, has
perhaps never seen anyone who is not a reflection of himself. (Rankine,
p. 39)
Rankine’s echoing of both the visibility of the black child on the subway
and his invisibility strike a chord with many of the thematic concerns of
African American writers of the twentieth century, where sight and the
visibility of the racial body are paradoxical. Much like Ralph Ellison’s
Invisible Man (1952), it is both the othering or difference of the body
which marks it as identifiable, whilst also rendering it as unknown (or
invisible). As many of the contributors in this collection suggest, the
racial body is one that is easily surveilled thanks to its othered nature,
whilst also historically overlooked, and whose experiences are rendered
invisible. More recent examples of surveillance’s ability to render bod-
ies invisible extends to the SkyWatch towers in New York City’s East
Village, where elevated NYPD booths overlook the streets to observe
the residents’ actions. In an article in the New York Post, Frank Rosario
and Bruce Golding report the booths as “Big Brother spying from a sur-
veillance tower” while residents complain of the “ridiculous and unnec-
essary guard tower” (New York Post, 28 July 2015). In response to the
public’s discomfort, the NYPD claimed “the tower is not harmful to
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both, besides breaking the head of somebody else at the same
moment.
We drove to the Edgeware Road, and down Park Lane to Mayfair, in
order to pay a visit to a lady of high rank, the Duchess of Guineahen;
and then straight home. After Lady Flowerdale, my mamma’s
mamma, had dined, I heard with the greatest delight that her
ladyship intended to take Lady Flora with her this evening to the
Italian opera. Lady Flowerdale had often before said that she thought
my mamma was at present too young to go to any place where the
hours are always so late; however, she determined to take her.
There was a great fuss in dressing both Lady Flora and myself, but
at last it was finished, and we were all impatience to go. I had on a
new pink silk frock, with a white lace scarf, and a lovely bouquet of
the sweetest flowers was placed in my sash. When we got into the
carriage Lady Flowerdale sat on one side, and my mamma and I on
the other. We seemed all silks, and muslins, and sparkles, and
feathers, and appeared quite to fill the carriage, so that there was not
room for another doll.
Out we got, and passed through the crowd and the soldiers at the
door, and up stone steps we went, and through passages full of silks,
and muslins, and lace, and jewels, and feathers, and chattering—
and up more steps, and along more passages, till at last we were in
a little box, and looked round into a great place full of little boxes,
and deep down upon a crowd below; and all the place was full of
light, and the same kind of silks, and muslins, and lace, and
sparkles, and feathers, and chattering, as we had found in the
passages and on the stairs, all of which we saw better on account of
the dark coats of the gentlemen, who were like the shadows of this
picture of a house of fine ladies.
Lady Flora was placed near the edge of the box, as this was her first
visit to the opera. She held me in her arms with my head hanging a
little over the edge. Oh, how frightened I was, as I looked down! The
height was dreadful! There were indeed many rows above us, but
there were two below us, and it looked a terrible distance down into
the crowd at the bottom. ‘Oh,’ cried I to myself, ‘if my mamma would
but hold me tighter—I am so frightened!’
Well, the opera commenced, and it was very long. My little lady
mamma got quite tired and sleepy before it was half over, and
continually asked when the dancing would begin. But the opera still
went on, and I saw with alarm that her eyes grew very heavy, and
every now and then were shut.
I Fell Straight Into It!
I saw in another box very near us another little lady of about my
mamma’s age, who had an opera glass in her hand, and was also
leaning over the edge of the box; and I thought, ‘Now if that small
lady drops the opera glass upon the head of some gentleman below
in the pit, it will only knock a bit of his head off; but if my small lady
drops me, I shall be knocked all to pieces!’
I had scarcely finished this reflection when, to my indescribable
alarm, I felt the hand that held me get looser and looser. Lady Flora
was fast asleep!
What feelings, what thoughts, were mine at that moment I cannot
say, for everything within me seemed mingled in confusion with
everything that was round me, and I did not know one thing from
another. The hand that held me got still looser!
Oh, dear me!—how shall I proceed? It was a moment, as the poet
Henry Chorley observes—
‘When all that’s feeble squeaks within the soul!’
The next moment I felt all was over with me! The hand of my
sleeping mamma opened—and down, down I fell into the dark pit
below!
As my head was of solid wood and heavy, I fell head foremost; but,
most fortunate to relate, the gentleman who was just underneath
was holding up his hat, which was a new one, in order to prevent it
being crushed by the crowd, and I fell straight into it,—with such a
thump, however, that I half knocked out the crown, and my head
poked through a great crack on one side.
I was brought up to the box again by somebody—I had not
sufficiently recovered to know anything more, except that my little
lady mamma was still asleep, and now lay upon a small sofa at the
back of the box, covered over with a large French shawl. This, I think
I may say, is having had a narrow escape!
CHAPTER IX
DOLL’S LETTERS
I had the next day a great joy. It was the arrival of a letter from my
dear Ellen Plummy, which her brother Thomas had brought and
given to one of the housemaids, saying it was a ‘Doll’s letter.’ The
housemaid had given it to a page, and the page had given it to the
tall footman, and he—after some consideration—had taken it to the
governess, who, having opened it, and read it, and shown it to Lady
Flowerdale, had asked my little lady mamma if she would allow me
to receive a letter, as one had been sent for me by the little girl from
whom she had received me. Lady Flora was at first going to say ‘No,’
but suddenly she recollected the sad face of poor Ellen when she
placed me in her hands, and then she said ‘Oh, yes!—I should so
like to read it.’ This was the letter. It was addressed on the outside to
‘Maria Poppet.’
‘My dearest Maria:
‘I have never forgotten you, though I have got another doll;
and often when I love this other doll, I am thinking of it as
if you were this. I have also had a cradle sent me by the
kind great lady and little lady both, and some things for the
bedding, and a necklace of beads for myself, besides a
small painted work-box. We get up at six o’clock to work
as usual, and go to bed at nine, after bread and butter. I
am so glad to think you are happy and comfortable, and
that you have no hard needlework to do, and the little lady
is fond of you. Don’t you remember the Twelfth-cake my
brother Tommy gave for you, and how he laughed all the
way we ran home at something that had happened in the
doll-shop about Bonaparte and Abernethy biscuits? I often
think of you. I never forget you, nor all who have been
good to me, and whom I love, and I hope we may some
day meet again; and I also hope that your happy life
among all the riches of the world will not make you quite
forget your poor first mamma.
‘Your affectionate,
‘Ellen Plummy.’
The little Lady Flora and the governess were rather amused with this
letter of my poor dear Ellen’s, but Lady Flowerdale was very much
pleased with it, and said that, however simple or foolish it might
seem, it showed a good and affectionate nature in the little girl who
had sent it; and she was of opinion that the doll should write an
answer.
This idea of my writing an answer greatly delighted Lady Flora, and
she and her governess sat a whole morning thinking what to say,
and writing upon a slate, and then rubbing it out because it would not
do. At the same time the governess was obliged to put a pen very
often into my hand, and teach me to write, and she often seemed so
vexed and tired; but Lady Flora would never let her rest, so that I
really had in this manner an excellent lesson in writing.
At last a letter, in answer, was composed on a slate by the
governess, with Lady Flora’s assistance, and then a pen was put into
my hand by the governess, so that I wrote the letter. It was then sent
to Lady Flowerdale, to know if she approved of it; but she did not.
She said it wanted ease and simplicity, and was not what a nursery
letter ought to be, nor like what a doll would say. She then tried
herself, but she could not write one to her mind.
That same evening, as she sat at dinner with the earl, her husband,
they happened to be alone. Lady Flora was gone to bed, but had left
me sitting upright in one corner of the room, having forgotten to take
me upstairs with her. Her ladyship, observing that Lord Flowerdale,
who was a cabinet minister, was troubled with state business, sought
to relieve his mind by telling him all about this letter to me, and their
difficulty in answering it. The minister at first paid no attention to this
triviality, but when her ladyship related how the governess and Lady
Flora had tried all the morning to write a proper answer for the doll,
and how hard she herself had tried, but could not, the minister was
amused, and in the end quite laughed, forgot the business of the
state, and actually became pleasant. He desired to see the letter. It
was brought in by a footman,—placed upon a splendid silver salver,
and handed to the minister by the butler with a grave and important
face.
The minister read the letter very attentively; then smiled, and laid it
by the side of his plate, on which was a slice of currant tart. ‘So,’ said
he, ‘Flora and her governess have tried in vain to write a proper reply
to this letter, from the doll; and your ladyship has also tried in vain.
Well, I have a mind to write the reply myself; I need not go down to
the house (meaning, as I afterwards learnt, the House of Lords) for
ten minutes, and if I do not eat this currant tart, but write instead, I
can very well spare that time. Bring me my writing-desk.’
The desk was brought, and placed on a side-table. His lordship sat
down, and opening Ellen Plummy’s letter, began to write a reply for
me.
He sat with his forehead full of lines, frowning and screwing up his
mouth, and working very hard at it, and only writing a few words at a
time, after studying Ellen’s letter, which lay open before him.
Three times a servant came to announce to his lordship that his
carriage was at the door; but he had not finished. At last, however, it
was done, and he was about to read it when, hearing the clock
strike, he found he had been three-quarters of an hour over it, and,
jumping up, hurried out of the room, and I heard the carriage drive
off at a great rate.
Lady Flowerdale, with a face of smiling curiosity, told one of the
footmen to bring her what his lordship had been writing. She cast her
eyes over it, laid it down, and then calmly desired all the servants to
leave the room. As soon as they were gone she took it up again
hastily, and read it aloud, as if to enjoy it more fully. It was as follows:
—
‘TO MISS E. PLUMMY
‘Hanover Square, July 15.
‘My dear Madam,—I have the honor to acknowledge the
receipt of your very kind letter, the date of which has been
omitted, no doubt by an oversight. You have stated that I
still hold a place in your memory, although you have now
got another doll, and that your affection for this latter one
is only by reason of your thoughts dwelling upon me. You
have also stated that you possess various little articles;
and I, moreover, notice sundry allusions to needlework
and Twelfth-cake, to your brother Master Thomas, and to
Bonaparte and Mr. Abernethy; the purport of which is not
necessary for me to discuss. But I must frankly tell you
that, having now become the doll of another, I cannot with
propriety reciprocate that solicitude which you are pleased
to entertain for me, nor can I, for the same reason,
address you in similar terms of affection. At the same time,
my dear madam, permit me to add that I cherish a lively
sense of all the kindness you once showed me, and I
cannot doubt the sincerity of your present professions of
respect and esteem.
‘I have the honor to be, my dear Madam, very faithfully
yours,
‘M.P.’
When the countess had concluded this letter she hastily put a
cambric handkerchief up to her face, and particularly over her mouth,
and laughed to herself for at least a minute. I also laughed to myself.
What a polite, unfeeling, stupid reply to a kind, tender-hearted little
girl like Ellen Plummy! Whatever knowledge the minister might have
had of grown-up men and women, and the world and the affairs of
state, it was certain he was not equal to enter into the mind of a doll
who had a heart like mine. It would have been so much better if his
lordship, instead of writing that letter, had eaten his currant tart,—
and then gone to bed.
CHAPTER X
PLAYING WITH FIRE
When Mary Hope and her aunt came again to the portrait painter’s
house, he presented me to her with a smiling look. ‘There, Miss
Mary,’ said he, ‘you see I have been at work upon this child of yours,
and I think with good effect. And now that the countenance can be
seen, we should observe that this doll has really very good features.
I mean that they are more marked than is common with dolls. She
has a good nose; very bright eyes; and what is very uncommon to
see in a doll—she has something like a chin. She has, also, a very
pretty mouth, and a sensible forehead. But another remarkable
discovery I have made is that of her name! This bracelet which I
have cleaned and brightened, I find to be gold, and upon it is
engraved ‘Maria Poppet!’
Mary Hope received me with great pleasure, and gave Mr. Johnson
many, many thanks for his kindness in taking so much pains about
me. ‘But what dress,’ said she, ‘is this you have given her? Is it not
too warm?’ ‘I fear it is,’ said Mr. Johnson, laughing. ‘It is only a bit of
green-baize for a wrapper, and an old silver cord for a girdle, which I
happened to have at hand, and thought this was better than nothing.
You can make her a nice new summer dress when you get home.’
Mary declared she would do so that very day.
The sitting for Aunt Brown’s portrait being concluded, she went
downstairs with Mary, who carried me, tossing me up in the air for
joy, and catching me as I was falling. This frightened me very much,
and I was so glad when we got downstairs. Upon the mat we found
the great dog Nep asleep. He jumped up in a moment, and went
bouncing out before us into the street. A hackney coach was waiting
at the door, and directly the steps were let down, Nep jumped in first.
We arrived at their lodgings, which were very comfortable and very
quiet, after all the alarms, and dangers, and narrow escapes, and