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It's baffling how some people whose ancestors carved up the world with knives are now worried about defending their piece from the 'outsiders.
You can't always choose which. Sometimes you have to BE which.
Mistakes from our collective past are like any other: they require intervention--a remedy--to correct. They don't erase themselves over time.
Ambo opens his eyes and snaps to awareness - looking around wildly. He tries to move his hands, but he can't; his wrists have been bound to a wooden armchair. It takes him a moment to recognize it, to remember how he got there.
Arla is standing next to him, looking withered. Skin mottled and sweaty. Her eyes are swollen, and the cloth of the hijab has unraveled slightly. She whispers something to him, and it sounds like she's asking whether he's okay, but he can't make out the words.
He tells her to repeat herself. Louder this time, child.
'I said, what are we going to do?
You are not responsible for the past, but insofar as you do nothing, you are complicit in the present created by it.
If you see a group of people struggling over generations and you attribute those struggles to bad character, then you do not truly believe we are all created equally.
NO BITCHING" - Drizz
She looks out at the woods through the screen of limbs. Watching in the same way he is, for the same terrible things he is, with the same expectation, with equally haunted, hollow eyes. She's still gripping the butcher's cleaver tightly and her knuckles show through the skin. He puts a hand gently on hers. I think we're good, he says to her. It's gone. We're good.
She doesn't say anything. She just stares awhile. Clutching that glinting meat hatchet in a tight, mudded fist. The whites of her teeth and eyes in the dark. There is no good, she tells him. Not for us. There's only being ready for the next bad thing coming.
For the first time in my memory I felt a sense of power: an inborn power that couldn't be stripped away, that wasn't a function of another man's arbitrary whims, and that set me apart from - and above - everyone else that I was aware of. A power completely independent of the social order of things. A native power. I felt truly in control of my circumstances - truly safe from the raging violence of the world - perhaps for the first time in my thirty-some years of living.
