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Settling in Our Skin: Gestures Towards the Frontiers of Human Spirit
Voyager, there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks(2)
http://residentholdings.com/author/admin_rh I watch myself move into new terrains and there is much growth, some by choice and victory and some through leaving and loss. It’s the type of moving into yourself that pushes you out of your actual skin and you are left confronting:
no prescription Seroquel What do you choose for yourself?
amphitheatrically What do you let go?
Who do you want to move with?
How are you creating a world you want to live for?
What will living this life feel like in your body?”
The blueprint of my reality is stark and I am admitting things I already know, this time loudly. Everything has to be reconfigured, externally and internally too. After all, “Nothing happens in the “real” world unless it first happens in the images in our heads. So I get real, I’ve outgrown many things: patterns, people, passions.. I have learnt death can honour life too. And though the trajectory is one I’m choosing for myself, the unmaking of existing structures is thrilling and terrifying in varying degrees even this act of constantly moving between emotions, makes me afraid. I had already watched that if you live in between places, then you can even set up home there. That we as people of colour, growing up in ends, weren’t we already so many forms of home-less? Don’t even the birds show us that to take flight we must leap from a type of ground?
From here I can spot the cycle of where things get stuck. That sometimes you can fear choosing, making decisions, because ‘bad’ decisions/ choices have been fatal for our communities. So you play your hand cautiously wanting to bypass the stereotype or statistic you could end up as. That in precarity, between Prevent and policing, taking ‘risks’ destabilise entire ecosystems we have built outside of the state, ones that keep you and others like you alive. Choosing becomes difficult, even more so choosing yourself. And life it never felt like it belonged to you, if it did how could so many things outside of it determine you? How is it that we can chart the lives of family, neighbours, friends and youth round ends and already see the odds against them? That not everyone would ‘make it’, make it out alive. How can it be that some of us would survive and others would not? And like that through fear one could be kept endlessly between choosing and not choosing. But I cannot live between somewhere and nowhere. So I propel myself forward knowing words create movement:
17th December 2016
إِنَّا للهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعون
So the breaking of ‘glass ceilings’ keeps showing up glass floors. That under white supremacy and classist systems, we cannot grow without losing our ground.. That the claiming of our dreams requires losing parts of ourselves. Yet even if we left everything behind, where our people remain is still not something we can separate from, only something to compartmentalise or dissociate. Emotional amputation. How does one forget the ecology of survival that was our ends? The way in secret we made life worth living because there wasn’t a safety beyond this? That this over the years has made you so observant in things that collapse, like Mo’s lungs after being stabbed over and over again or baba’s heart and the star that went out with him. Burnt out. Like the collapsing of your body folding in on itself, when you could not get up from exhaustion, Proving that living on the frontline is never about being ‘woke’ but getting home alive. That collapsing also included, no.11’s uncle when he held your face and said, “You still have a father in me”. Or when through grief you couldn’t feel your heartbeat and on separate occasions Maria Jahan’s mum and Aunty Muna from the gym, prayed over your heart. It didn’t matter that you didn’t understand the prayers or was able to find God in things. It was moments like this where you learnt how we could collapse time and space. Distance and separation. That we could through connection collapse I into we, becoming ‘the free wings of nahnu’ like in Mahmoud Darwish’s poetry and this would quietly make life possible again. So what does it mean when we have a societal arrangement where the most vulnerable in society become more vulnerable by their proximity to the state? Where state ‘services’ are also places where we experience the biggest forms of neglect, harms and violence. Like when doctors lost documents which kept Karima overmedicated and nobody heard or believed her when she cried ‘I’m getting more sick”, so she starts hiding tablets under her tongue and spitting it out, recycling her body into more sickness, side effects, getting sectioned and suicide attempts. Maybe it was then as children we learnt how bureaucracy could hide the chain of actions that enable all of us to make each other’s lives fragile and then absolve ourselves from it. That the routine process of dividing and dismembering separates you more and more into I. Even the cell single apartments of gentrification remind you under oppression one’s own island is only ever existing in isolation. Grenfell reminds us of the disposability of poor lives, but those living close to the ground, know that the sum of violence enacted on the north Kensington community, is made up of everyday violences like gentrification, food poverty, surveillance, ghost prisons, the death of youth, deaths in custody, loss of homes, militarization of schools, cuts and privatisation of healthcare and so on. Making us sure social mobility is a myth, that moving along the spectrum of privilege, is neither justice or freedom, and we deserve both and better. Yet those in power, still use the few of us who appear to have ’made it’ to ignore the fact that we almost didn’t, that we worked many times harder than our counterparts, that we gave up and left things behind that nobody should; like childhoods, our bodies and mental health and wellness. Though there are many days when I arm yourself with affirmations:
“I get to choose me too“
“The more I have, the more I can give”
“I will not normalise burnout and struggle for our people.”
These mantras are not enough. They are not enough to articulate that sometimes you do not believe it. That new horizons of moving along the “ranks of privilege” never come free. That the violence of assimilation has become a necessary condition to false ideas of progress. That too many days you sit in rooms with people with extreme access to power but little substance or idea of the dimensions of human life and experience, and you begin to feel your
So you remember sitting on the curb at 1 am, on the outside of your estate with Ashraf, and though his eyes were closing on you from too many back to back shifts. You both came to the crux of it with an obviousness, in ways that all the reports, theories, research, media, and phds could not. That is, as long as our worth is determined by those outside of us, then we will always be in part or in sum unworthy and disposable. How what you are feeling is actually not imposter syndrome but it’s survivor guilt, one that is crushing type of indulgence too. That no matter how much people consciously or unconsciously use meritocracy to show that this system works or to forget that it does not. You can’t help but return to the centre of it. What is the algorithm that let you survive and others not? Didn’t we already know what conditions help people thrive and what conditions take people further and further into vulnerability?
It becomes clearer that it is not enough to reform parts of our society because there are places in it where some of us might find safety. Instead, we must be active in dismantling it and being honest about this work too. That the choice cannot only be between a life of struggle and a life of success by way of suppression, but there must be a third space full of unfolding possibility. Which becomes more possible by admitting through everyday acts of unmaking: that this world as it is unsustainable. That we will no longer stretch these social constructs to fit around our skins or try to repress our vastness in it. Instead, we will shed all of it. We who have been invisibilized and denied a world safe enough to exist as we are, are compelling each other to show up as ourselves, expanding out what it means to be human in defiance to oppression. How could I make myself less, to be in some part more? Or pretend that Cherríe Moraga doesn’t live in my bones in dhikr chanting: “I am a woman with a foot in both worlds; and I refuse the split. I feel the necessity for dialogue. Sometimes I feel it urgently.”
This perhaps is our greatest desire, not to exist somewhere else more freely, instead to exist in all moments as we are? To be our most authentic and capable selves without risk of danger, harm, violence. From here we might move towards a place where our dreams are not deferred to futures, frontiers or the promise of someday, where so many working class and marginalised people have stored their hopes. Meaning our strategy is that we won’t keep ourselves in longing for another world, if we don’t get to be living our fullest right now – so many of us placated pain for too long. We do not need to be kept in a failure of imagination by settling for a someday but, instead we will do the work of becoming more ‘human humans,’ expanding choice and possibility right now. Risking vulnerability, making it safe and worthwhile for us to commit to becoming the people we have been waiting for, for the worlds we will not sleep on.
While I don’t know how we will get there or what it will look like, or what will give our lives meaning and I have more questions than any answers. I’m learning part of my personal work in expanding humanness is that we don’t have to pathogise it. That we don’t have to or even can resolve things on the page or in life, all the while being committed to the process of bringing each other closer to the truth of dynamic possibilities which honours where we are. That perhaps these breakdowns are also our breakthroughs. Even the holding together of conflicting aspects – tension, can propel us to new emotional, physical, spiritual landscapes and frontiers. This very act creates space within us, sometimes just breathing space, the break that becomes the bridge, which sets up the courage to internalise liberation in order to shift things outside us too. I share this my personal commitment as a gesture towards the frontiers of the human spirit:
3rd February 2018