An essay in response to “Decolonization: Patterns and Traps” by Heather Luna
“…I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.
I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to, my people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp…”
–“Please call me by my true names” by Thich Nhat Hanh
And we are the cockroaches, the seaweeds, the lava rocks, the hyms, the hairdryers, the juicy papayas, the pixies and Jupiter ! :)
Yes!! 🙌🏼
“…I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.
I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to, my people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp…”
–“Please call me by my true names” by Thich Nhat Hanh
And we are the cockroaches, the seaweeds, the lava rocks, the hyms, the hairdryers, the juicy papayas, the pixies and Jupiter ! :)
Yes!! 🙌🏼