In Memoriam: Doreen Massey (1944-2016) by Tracey Skelton

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Doreen Massey, former Emeritus Professor of Geography at the Open University and famed author of such monographs as Spatial Divisions of Labour (1984), Space, Place, and Gender (1994) and For Space (2005), passed away in March, 2016. Here, Tracey Skelton offers some reflections in memoriam.

I first encountered Doreen Massey through her work as a feminist. For my PhD on gender power relations in the Caribbean in the 1980s and early 1990s, I was reading and absorbing any geographical work I could find with a feminist approach. I was inspired by ‘A Woman’s Place’, the piece she co-authored with Linda McDowell in Geography Matters! A Reader. The key principles of the piece remain with me to this day. Differential economic development and concomitant employment practices across a region or a nation impact on and are impacted by gender. Combined, they create the conditions for different formations of male dominance. As I consider employment practices in Singapore (both for Singaporeans and the million plus foreign workers) in my own work, this 1984 essay—with its insights into gender and spatial inequalities within workplaces and employment structures—continues to make profound sense.

Later, in my first lectureship at Nottingham Trent University, Doreen’s work saved me as I was tasked to teach a Bachelor’s of Education module on social and economic geography. The social I could cover; the economic geography, however, was new territory. I read her co-edited book, The Economy in Question, and was amazed I could understand all of it. It was also rewardingly political and allowed me to make sense of, and heavily critique, Thatcherism and related economic practices such as restructuring. What I had known instinctively through living in the UK was presented and analysed in a way that put all the pieces together—the economic, the social, and the political. I was able to translate her economic geography to my students with enthusiasm and personal insights. We were learning together and really understanding how an economy works (or doesn’t) for different groups of people. I continued to read other works by Doreen and was always struck by her clarity of writing and determination to integrate the political. The politics of critique and social justice were and remain important in my research and writing; in Doreen, I had discovered a mentor and kindred spirit.

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In Memoriam: Benedict Anderson (1936-2015) by Vicente L. Rafael

Benedict Anderson, Professor Emeritus of International Studies, Government and Asian Studies at Cornell University, and author, most famously, of Imagined Communities (1983) passed away in December, 2015. Here, Vicente Rafael offers some reflections in memoriam.

 

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I first met Ben Anderson in 1979 when I began my graduate work at Cornell. He invited me to his home for dinner some 20 miles from Ithaca in a town improbably called Freeville—once the location of a juvenile detention facility called the George Junior Republic that had been the model for the Iwahig Penal Colony in the Philippines. Appropriately enough for Ben—a connoisseur of irony—his home used to be the warden’s who had to leave town hurriedly because of some scandal.

My office was directly above his in an old house that served as the site for the Modern Indonesia Project, more commonly known as 102 West Avenue by its denizens. It was a former fraternity house whose members had been kicked out of campus for some transgression, so we were essentially in frat row. The chairs and tables were scarred and stained with cigarette burns and coffee cups, the doors were cracked, the stairs creaked and the parts of the balustrade at times came off as you held on to them. Faculty, students and visiting professors worked in various offices, often late into the night, meeting during evening seminars and weekly brown bags featuring speakers ranging from diplomats to foreign scholars. In the summers, the frat boys sunbathed on the roofs, held beer balloon wars and played very loud rock and roll around us. The basement was full of boxes of file folders, which I always thought were Ben’s research notes, turning the place into a veritable firetrap. 102 West Ave., in short, was an ideal place to work. It’s ramshackle quality lent to it the feel of a refugee camp: precarious, resistant to domestication, but also ripe with insurgent possibilities. At 102, unexpected connections grew into friendships that led people into paths other than those they thought they had embarked on. Its informal atmosphere allowed for explorations of all sorts that deconstructed and deviated from the disciplinary formations that fixed and fixated many of us. Firmly but gently, Ben—sitting in his office, presiding over seminars, asking questions that always surprised and dis-oriented—served as the tutelary spirit of 102.

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