Humankind ceases at the border of the tribe, of the linguistic group, even sometimes of the village.
Claude Lévi-Strauss
"To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places...To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away and never, never, to forget." ~ Arundhati Roy
Humankind ceases at the border of the tribe, of the linguistic group, even sometimes of the village.
Claude Lévi-Strauss
'When you have a society organised in such a way that those at the top benefit from the labour of the majority, you have some strong incentives to develop the kind of selfhood that gets you there. The only kind of selfhood that gets you there is the kind of selfhood that allows you to numb your empathies. To maintain the system of dominance, it’s crucial that the elite learns this empathic numbness, akin to what Robert Jay Lifton calls ‘psychic numbing,’ so that its members can control and when necessary torture and kill without being undone. If its members are incapable of numbing, or if they have not been trained properly, the system of domination will collapse.'
Catherine Keller
Michael Sandel
The camp has not only become a structural feature of our globalized condition. It has also ceased to scandalize. Or, rather, the camp is not just our present. It is our future, namely our solution for ‘keeping away what disturbs, for containing or rejecting all excess, whether it is human, organic matter or industrial waste’. [32] In short, it is a form of government of the world.
Unable to face up to the basic fact that what once belonged to the exception is now the norm (the fact that liberal democracies, like any other regime, are capable of incorporating criminality into their system), we find ourselves plunged head-deep into an endless racket of words and gestures, symbols and language, delivered with increasing brutality like a long series of blows to the head. There are mimetological blows too: secularism and its mirror image, fundamentalism. All this, every blow, delivered with perfect cynicism. For, let’s face it, all the surnames have lost their first names, as it were, and there are no more names to name the outrage, no more languages to speak the unspeakable. Almost nothing stands up any longer, except in the form of a kind of viscous and rancid snot, draining from the nostrils without even a single sneeze.
Can one truly come to presence in the world, dwell in the world, or traverse it, on the basis of this impossibility of sharing it with others, this impassable distance? Is it enough to shoot down enemies and expel foreigners to be truly rid of them, to doom them to eternity, to forget them for all time? This attitude demands that such acts of death and banishment succeed in erasing the face (its living substance) that gives the enemy his humanity. The task of disfigurement and erasure is almost a precondition for any execution under the contemporary logic of hatred. Within societies that continue to multiply structures of separation and discrimination, the relation of care towards the other has been replaced with a relation without desire. Explaining and understanding, knowledge and recognition, are no longer necessary requirements. Hospitality and hostility have never been so opposed, a factor that serves to explain the interest in returning to those intellectual figures for whom the misery of men and the suffering of enemies were never mere ‘silent remainders of politics’. [34] Instead, they were always combined with a demand for recognition, notably in contexts where the experience of being unrecognized, humiliated, alienated and mistreated was the norm.
“The utopian, immanent, and continually frustrated goal of the modern state is to reduce the chaotic, disorderly, constantly changing social reality beneath it to something more closely resembling the administrative grid of its observations.”
James C. ScottThe Sneetches II
With Apologies to Lorenzo Kom’boa Ervin & Dr. Seuss
Now, the Star-Belly Sneetches Had bellies with stars.
The Plain-Belly Sneetches Had none upon thars.
Those stars weren't so big. They were really so small
You might think such a thing wouldn't matter at all.
Because the Star-Belly Sneetches Had This Mark Upon Thars
They would brag, "We’re all equal, I don’t even see stars."
With their snoots in the air, they would snort and they’d bob,
While the star-bellied bosses hired other star-bellies for jobs.
And if a plain-belly sneetch does get a higher vocation,
Their paycheck depends on defending the corporation,
They’re the plain-belly rep, tasked to stop discrimination
And if racism continues, the star-bellied bosses replace ‘em
The star belly sneetches by deed and not being
Star-picked and star-chose choose which things they were seeing
The horrors around make not a dent in their thoughts
As plain bellies are harassed and shot by star-bellied cops
Many Star-bellied sneetches call loudly “this unfairness must be ending!”
And then hold conferences on ‘tolerance’ with no Plain bellies Attending
No plain bellies voices to rise above the star-crossed chatter
All saying “In this house love is love, and Plain belly lives matter”
By giving more star crumbs to the star-bellied working sneetches
Star bosses sow division so that sneetch solidarity decreases
They push down the wages the plain bellies can reaches
And star-wash the history with star leadership’s bleaches
The Radical starbellies all promise real action
But dismiss painbelly issues as ‘just a distraction’
“True power lies with politicians, landlords, and bosses of all kind”
“The real stars are thars! There's none upon mine”
“We must fight these real enemies through total sneetch unity”
“I have plain belly friends and they all agree too with me,”
“Wait your turn!” said the starbellies “Once the real fight is done.”
But history has shown that “later” never comes
Many left wing sneetches with stars still find themselves caught
And ultimately conditioned with the same star-supremacist thoughts
You find elsewhere in star-bellied supremacist civ
That exploits and extracts more than plain-bellies would give
So plain belly sneetches might not trust or work united
With Star bellied sneetches who don’t try to fight it
Who don’t amplify plainbelly sneetches struggles as real
And instead hide in delusions to protect star-bellied feels
And a star-bellied movement of commanding starbellied leaders
Rather than plainbelly liberation and autonomy is weaker
It takes real work to renounce taking dubs so unjustly
Systems which harm you might harm neighbours doubly
The working class sneetches have bellies of all types
With different struggles and different dislikes
Listen to everyone, lived experience is personal
The fight for all bellies dissimilar can be made universal
Oppressed sneetches have a right to self-determination
To set their own rules and make their own organizations
They don’t need backseat star-bellied opticians
Remember: One sneetch mouth to talk; two sneetch ears to listen
This is basic, it’s justice, it should just be elementary
But star-bellied radicals want to debate it endlessly
It’s not fun to confront shortcomings, your own especially
But you can’t confront sneetch society without confronting star supremacy!
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