I come from a privileged Francophone community in Lebanon. This has meant that I’ve always seen France as my second home. The streets of Paris are as familiar to me as the streets of Beirut. I was just in Paris a few days ago.
These have been two horrible nights. The first took the lives of over 40 in Beirut, the second took the lives of over 100 in Paris.
It also seems clear to me that to the world, my people’s deaths in Beirut do not matter as much as my other people’s deaths in Paris.
‘We’ don’t get a safe button on Facebook. ‘We’ don’t get late night statements from the most powerful men and women alive and millions of online users.
‘We’ don’t change policies which will affect the lives of countless innocent refugees.
This could not be clearer.
I say this with no resentment whatsoever, just sadness.
It’s a hard thing to realize that for all that was said, for all the rhetoric of progressive thought that we have managed to create as a seemingly united human voice, most of us, most of us members of this curious species, are still excluded from the dominant concerns of the ‘world’.
And I know that by ‘world’, I am myself excluding most of the world. Because that’s how power structures work.
I do not matter.
My ‘body’ does not matter to the ‘world’.
If I die, it won’t make a difference.
Again, I say this with no resentment.
That statement is merely a fact. It is a ‘political’ fact, true, but a fact nonetheless.
Maybe I should have some resentment, but I’m too tired. It’s a heavy thing to realize.
I know that I’m privileged enough that when I do die, I will be remembered by friends and loved ones. Maybe this blog and an online presence might even gather some thoughts by people around the world. That’s the beauty of the internet. And even that is an out of reach privilege to too many.
But never before have I understood what Ta-Nehisi Coates wrote when he spoke of the Black Body in America. I think there is a story to be told with the Arab Body as well. The Native American Body. The Indigenous Body. The Latin American Body. The Indian Body. The Kurdish Body. The Pakistani Body. The Chinese Body. And so many other bodies.
The Human Body is not one. It sure feels that it should be by now. Maybe that in itself is an illusion. But maybe it’s an illusion worth preserving because I don’t know what sort of world we’d be living in if it stays an illusion.
Some bodies are global, but most bodies are local, regional, ‘ethnic’.
My thoughts are with all the victims of today’s horrific attacks, and my thoughts are with all those who will suffer serious discrimination as a result of the actions of a few mass murderers and the failure of humanity’s imagination to see itself as a unified entity.
My only hope is that we can be strong enough to generate the opposite response to what these criminals intended. I want to be optimistic enough to say that we’re getting there, wherever ‘there’ might be.
We need to talk about these things. We need to talk about Race. We just have to.
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The recent events as mirrored in your words provoked me to write a poem. Here it is accompanied by an artwork of Sonja Benskin Mesher, an artist & poet from Wales.
I am sympathetic toward your thought that the international community cares less about your troubles than theirs. However that being said, I would like to know how much you know of the various worldwide communities’ internal struggles. All views presented to the outside world are not indicative of the realities that common folk deal with on a daily basis. To an outsider, such as myself, first glance at your situation perhaps means a little less merely because the perspective is that these events are more common in your area so you should therefore be better able to deal with them. Unfair as this point of view is, it remains as true as the undeserved perception that all Anglos are rich, all people of color are not to be trusted, or all religions not “mine” are false. Not only does the world need to learn how to deal with terrorism, no matter from where it stems, the entire world needs to learn the most difficult lesson of all; Understanding each other remains the most desirable outcome of human relationships. I am really sorrowful for your losses as well as my own. Here is to a better human race !
So agree with you, I let you one of my videos talking about exactly the same.
So sad cause maybe you won’t understand anything (i’m talking in Spanish)
But I love when I see I’m not the only one.
Thanks you so much!
Hablo español 🙂 Gracias por sus pensamientos y contribución
Thank-you, Joey, for sharing your thoughts. I agree…after all this time, we SHOULD be one human body, but we are not. I still hope that one day we will be. I vacillate between feeling mostly hope tempered by a touch of skepticism that it won’t ever happen to mostly resignation, with a window of hope that it will. I think as long as at least the light of hope glows, we have the chance. 🙂 Wishing you well…