“Also, having grown up in the developing world, my parents wouldn’t have gone to Guatemala, Zimbabwe, or Borobudur if someone paid them; they took us to Europe instead, which has governments.”
CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE INHERENT CLASSISM AND SOMEWHAT RACISM THAT EXISTS IN THIS SIMPLE STATEMENT!?
Even though I didn’t fully grasp its import at the time, I feel that hearing that horrifying story (along with the word outrage, which put down deep, abiding roots in my heart) is what impelled me to become a writer. But I’m haunted by the thought that, ultimately, I was never able to write a “big novel” about the people who experienced the bombings and the subsequent 50-plus years of the nuclear age that I’ve lived through — and I think now that writing that novel is the only thing I ever really wanted to do.
Laura Briggs, Reproducing Empire: Race, Sex, Science, and U.S. Imperialism in Puerto Rico.
This still challenges me. Thanks Ash and Thea
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Right now, I feel rather like a snow globe after all the shaking has stopped. The lack of flurry is disorienting and I’m quietly alarmed by and distrustful of the peace I see around me.
I’m quietly listening to Beirut in the background as I stare out the window, comforted by the general black silence beyond.
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It’s been a ridiculous semester and I’m just emotionally drained.
i am rather worried right now about this.
There’s a lot going on here, particular in terms of patriarchy, family control, postcolonialism, and identity. Thoughts?
