Wednesday, August 7, 2013

In the Political Mosh Pit of Pragmatism

This is not a blog, these are set of questions i have no answers to.

In this period of history with the perpetual global production of knowledge, as a woman from the arab world (if there is anything as such away from this pan arab nationalist identity) how to write about my body? how to write about bodies in general, whether male, female, or subversive bodies that transgress what is set at the norm, away of the singular binary of men and women. And by singular i mean the gender box of two defined genders that eliminates the plurality of gender - or at least tries to, everyday.

How to write about bodies without reproducing the oppression narrative that victimize thus depoliticize? How to acknowledge that bodies are at the core of the binary between the public and the private, yet again understand how these bodies function within this paradigm without eliminating the political aspect of existing in both spaces. Are women safe in the private? A juvenile question yet necessary, what if the public is a safer space? where is that space exactly, in which geographical location, and how complicated is writing from  a "vulnerable" geographical location when you know all the policy makers will have a feast over your article, citing it as the base of any policy yet to come, whether by state or human rights NGOs. And how this reflection of what you are fighting against in society can become another alibi of colonialism in any form, even intellectual colonialism.
How to break down to those who are coming to save you that because of them you are not able to take the fight inside your society, since they are the reason why you are careful about writing about your body? How to communicate the message of leave us alone to take our own fight, without opening another frontier against those who position themselves as saviors and position us as victims?

How to write about sexuality away from the discourse that view sexuality as one thing: homosexuality, and defines debates about sexuality by debates about homosexuality; while the conversations about sexuality take place everyday. Open the TV, read the news, listen to conversations of women over coffee,  or of men in the streets...we talk about sex and sexuality all the time, if it's not within the frame of liberation that does not mean this debate does not exist. Once again the power hierarchies that rules the world in a monopoly division between the west and the rest, steps in to define what we need to talk about, and how to discuss it, otherwise, it won't exist.

How to be patient within a system of sustainable emergency status that corners us in finding solutions that actually reproduce this system (which by itself reproduce these emergencies) so that we divert our attention from this system to its products. The symptoms - not the disease. Most importantly what is the price of this patience if we ever decide to attack the system as a whole with all its intersectional angles? It's easy to say yes people might need to die/get tortured/get raped/get abused etc., in the process of resistance. But how hard it is to find a way of fighting while simultaneously acknowledging that every life matters. Every life not only in relation to life or death, but also regarding the quality of life. How can we think broadly yet act with attention to details; those details might be human beings that are loved by someone, and their loss would be the end of the world to someone. How not to feel juvenile while stating that human lives and quality of life matter even in acts of resistance?

Where was i, yes, bodies. My body as a woman, you want to hear that it's oppressed? Isn't oppression the base of resistance? How to deal with the terrifying phobia of victimizing while writing? how to deal with words that are highly political such as "oppression" yet again carry the power of eliminating any political value or fight?

I am stuck between statements, fighting with words, reconciling with other words, processing a dictionary of prohibition and limitations to how to write and what to write about, what words to use, and which discourse, in a fear of reproducing what already has been tailored, set, and imposed. Trying to find a space inside these tight allies to decide where to stand in this political mosh pit of pragmatism without slipping.


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