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“The deaths of these 81,542 New Yorkers, who were despised and abandoned, who did not have rights or representation, who died because of the neglect of their government and families, has been ignored. This gaping hole of silence has been filled by the deaths of 2,752 people murdered by outside forces. The disallowed grief of twenty years of AIDS deaths was replaced by ritualized and institutionalized mourning of the acceptable dead. In this way, 9/11 is the gentrification of AIDS. The replacement of deaths that don’t matter with the deaths that do. It is the centerpiece of supremacy ideology, the idea that one person’s life is more important than another’s. That one person deserves rights that another does not deserve. That one person deserves representation that the other cannot be allowed to access. That one person’s death is negligible if he or she was poor, a person of color, a homosexual living in a state of oppositional sexual disobedience, while another death matters because that person was a trader, cop, or office worker presumed to be performing the job of Capital.”

Quote by Sarah Schulman

Work

The Gentrification of the Mind: Witness to a Lost Imagination

This book explores the effects of gentrification on the cultural fabric of cities, analyzing how the influx of wealth and the displacement of long-term residents can erode local communities and diminish the creative spirit of urban environments. more

Author

Sarah Schulman
Sarah Schulman

Sarah Schulman is an American novelist known for her profound insights into the LGBTQ+ community and her exploration of historical themes. Her works often focus on issues of gender, race, and class, and how these factors intertwine to influence individuals and society. more

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