Thank you to Thea and Lane who sit the vigil on Tuesdays and to Narelle and Rob who sit the vigil on Fridays. Maintaining this presence is so important. It acts against forgetfulness. I honour you four. xxxx Janet
This week I will give you some of my words and many of others:
Through apathy, dis-remembering, determined denial and greed, who is paying the bills? What is the real cost? Another country? An other peoples. An Other. We are ‘spongy with the blood of others'(Arundhati Roy). As much as ‘we’ may speak of tragedies, or tragedy, as John Pilger says: ‘in all tragedies the precise vengeance and the carnage were forseeable’.
Today, for me anyway, it feels so tempting to despair and I feel the overwhelm of suffering, determined forgetting and the normalisation of torture working through my body, sending shots through my brain. But I will not acquiesce to this, nor should any of us. To acquiesce to despair, to go silent, to allow forgetfullness is to give over power to those fuelling this war and to forget that we are the foot soldiers. Fascism is after-all ‘as much about people as about governments’ (Roy). we acquiesce to despair at the cost of thousands of bodies, lives, families, country’s, spirits, lands.
‘If we know, then we must fight for your life as though it were our own—which it is—and render impassable with our bodies the corridor to the gas chamber. For, if they take you in the morning, they will be coming for us that night’.(James Baldwin)
I was reminded of the following words of Arundhati Roy after receiving a present from a dear friend who sent me a book of the Tjanpi Desert Weavers beautiful work (see link below) ‘All we can do’ Roy says ‘is to change [histories] course by encouraging what we love instead of destroying what we don’t. There is beauty yet in this brutal, damaged world of ours. Hidden, fierce, immense. Beauty that is uniquely ours and beauty that we have received with grace from others, enhanced, reinvented, and made our own. We have to seek it out, nurture it, love it’.
This is to commit to the fight – the fierceness and immense power of beauty. And fight we must in which ever form we are able.
see Arundhati Roy ‘the algebra of infinite justice’; Tjampi Desert Weavers http://si37587.swp0001-013nlv.server-web.com/;James Baldwin ‘An Open Letter to My Sister, Miss Angela Davis’.
Tjanpi Desert Weavers
Tjanpi Desert Weavers is a not- for-profit social enterprise of Ngaanyatjarra Pitjantjatjara Yankunytjatjara (NPY) Women’s Council, an Aboriginal governed and directed Corporation. Member of Desart (Association of Central Australian