just been watching roots....first episode...my suspect nature makes me wonder about the accuracy of the representation of the gambian tribes back in 1750 and how it really was like to be transported as a slave over the atlantic ocean....what happened to excrements? I mean they ate, so they must have had to shit too, right? i assume it was way more horrible.
no matter what, though - this makes me cry. again. it makes me cry to think about the cruelty of the Argentinian Junta to throw sleeping people right into the ocean, from an airplane....uncomfortable citizens, political enemies...
it makes me cry to see native americans all devastated due to alcohol and a crime done to their people which, un-fortuna-tely, has been equaled by many other crimes in this world.
it all brings me back to my initial feelings about America, when I just arrived here...this strange feeling about America's soul which I can't really find. I think it s just a refusal of my side to face and accept that we are now in 2001 and are living our own reality, which, admittedley, is based on two horrible crimes, two horrible acts of raping a people....the entire native american tribes and the people from Africa. Cruely speaking one could say that America's wealth is built on the near extinction of a people and the exploitation of the other.
I cry writing this. I know I can't put it in the right words, but it just simply hurts me so much again, and again, and again. It's not a recent realization of mine. No. I've already spent many many tears because of that. And it's so fucking weird that it seems as if I can't get over it. Sort of. because it is history, because it already happened! Well, maybe its me just having PMS. I don't know. But then again, PMS just brings sensitive issues to the front so its still real.....
I can't accept that human beings do such things. and we still do and it makes me fucking sick. I am spoiled. I am soft. I am not a warrior although I always wanted to be one. We talk so much and I feel like I do too little. But the confusion is so big as where to start. In my daily private life? Projects? Understanding, studying, learning, teaching?
I don't know, really.
How could we do this, really. How could we possibly be doing this...again and again and again...what is that???
1 comment:
It's in our nature, unfortunately, to abuse the hell out of one another.
At the end of the day about all you can really hope that it nets out that, somewhere along the line, you're able to help more people than you hurt.
But I too have found myself wondering how it would have been physically possible for human beings to put other human beings in the cargo holds of those ships like tobacco. About the only way it was possible at all, of course, is that the slavers convinced themselves their cargos were not human.
Hopefully, if nothing else, we'll at least one day evolve to the point we can tell what's human from what's not.
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