I am the space of protest.
(dedicated to those who take to the streets)
This one is dedicated to protest. To those people who resist being jaded and all forms of nihilism, pessimism, discouragement, or comfort and instead, they take to the streets. They move their body outside, they enact their struggle, and they perform their resistance or refusal — going on strike, picketing, walking out, organizing, demonstrating against.
The collective fiction The Restless Remainder, exploring the affects of resistance and the embodied experience of hope and revolution, poetically revives the intoxicating sensation of invading the street, as one whole social body, as one of many voices. In that very strange, exciting moment one becomes — one IS — the space of protest.
My thoughts go to the students preparing The March for Our Lives, the nationwide anti-gun violence rally organized by the Parkland survivors on March 24th, and to those who are planning the walkouts — 17 minutes outside of schools, to remember publicly the 17 victims one month after their massacre.
(My heart shrinks when I hear the principal of my daughter’s middle school explaining safety measures and the drill protocol. Schools as militarized spaces, the learning so connected with living, surviving, or dying…)
I think of all the students that have been killed for the very act of demonstrating.
Learning as a site of resistance and re-existence has emerged in many texts of Pedagogy, Otherwise. One of them, Learning hope, Assembling sKin, reminds us that — as useless as it may seem — learning hope still matters. The author, Sarah Amsler, is one of the brave university workers currently in their 3 weeks of national strike in England, refusing the further marketization of their labor.
Black Lives Matter Matters, and Standing Rock (too).
As March is Women’s Month, Niki Singleton’s artwork Bite My Pussy, Fascist! is an ode to the millions of women who protested Trump and the patriarchal constructs still embedded in our society everywhere.
(I’m thinking of those who will do single picketing in Russia, as the elections approach and the anti-rally restrictions are expected to become brutal.)
(I’m thinking of the antifascist demonstrations in Italy, in response to a poisonous political campaign that resulted in the election of a considerable number of Alt-right, nationalistic, and fascist formations. As murders of migrants and attacks on refugees are becoming daily news.)
I’m thinking of other ways in which a protest can be enlivened, enfleshed, performed, spoken out.