Anonymous asked: I do often wonder what it is like to grow up knowing where your ancesters are from and being born where they were born. What does knowledge of this do for who you are as a person, and how does it impact the ways you see certain things? I wanted to get a different point of view. You followers can share as well.
The best way I can answer this: it’s like having a biological parent. Everyone has parents and they all follow common rules, but at your house it’s a little different. The rules your parents teach you are usually what you follow when making decisions. Everyone eats food, but the food at your house has a little twist. Everyone has a house, but at your house, it’s a little brighter or a little warmer…etc. Not knowing where you come from I guess would be like not having a biological parent. If you don’t know your biological parent, you still follow certain rules and customs, you’re still human just as one who knows their biological parent, however you constantly wonder about them…how they were…how they would have raised you…what twist would your food have or how bright or dim would your house be.
This is probably the worst metaphor, but it’s the only way I can explain it.
I open the table to our readers, how would you answer this question? Reblog with your answer!
This may seem a bit inane but bear with me. Not knowing your ancestors is a bit like not being able to personalise the following quote from the movie 13th Warrior:
(Chant in the face of imminent death or at a viking funeral)
Lo there do I see my father,
Lo there do I see my mother, my sisters and my brothers,
Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call me,
they bid me take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla,
where the brave may live forever!”
To Repeat: Being Anti-Racist isn’t based on how many friends of colour you have, it’s how many of your white friends and family you are willing to talk about and call out on racism.
One of the not so cool things about the internet is that it has helped to produce a class of people who are, relatively speaking, quite comfortable in their general anti-oppression stance. Anti-oppression discourse, nowadays, isn’t even about a politics (i.e. working collectively to change the world you inhabit) as much as it is about style—about speaking the right language, using the right terms, expressing outrage at the right moment, etc. Unlike previous generations of people discussing anti-oppression ideas, we who are members of this class don’t need to go to long, drawn-out meetings or to join activist groups in order to satisfy our desire to be against oppression. The discussion, in many ways, comes to us—just follow the right people, read the right blogs, etc. Anti-oppression, that is, arrives to us with the slick, polished ease of a commodity.…
But the fact that an entire industry has emerged to produce evidence about oppression without doing much at all to fight it should tell us something about where we’re at in terms of capitalism. Anti-oppression has become a commodity, too, and “we” are part of the machine by and through which that commodity is made and consumed. I’m not trying to trivialize or downplay the existence of oppression—oppression exists, and exists on a scale any in ways I am not even in a position to know or speak about. But I am trying to begin to understand how capitalism has enabled people—especially upwardly mobile, college educated people like me—to generate an anti-oppression discourse that allows many of us to feel as if we are doing much more to fight it than we actually are.—
But without oppression, how would it be possible to create segments of the economy that are easy to financially exploit (by labour or price gouging) so that capitalist investors can maintain or increase their personal profit margins?
Without oppression there would be no opportunity for rich people to be rich people…
And what about those people who have lifestyles that depend on cheap labour to enable their lives of comfort?
Without oppression I might have to, you know, actually work hard for a living. Rather than supporting a system that forces some people in the world to work insanely hard in order to finance my quality of life.