Jun 14, 2022·edited Jun 14, 2022Liked by Richard Seager
An incoherent riff
I know, I know, I know... the whole 'who shall wash them'... were the words that were mine, how quickly I forget them, my own words. How quickly I get tangled up in another's. Although I did say who, not how.
And suddenly I am 'white', which is really no color at all. White and privileged and yet I've been stumbling around for years barely able to breathe. White and fragile as well and expected to read the manual of the other.
So many manuals, before I venture anywhere. And I mistakenly thought that if I just looked at another and treated them with love and kindness that was enough.
But suddenly backs turned and visibly bristled. Histories reinvented or simplified. Suddenly the divide is so wide I cannot cross it (and feel terrified to even speak to it, as so much frustration and anger is being tapped into and amplified, almost as if purposely?!?!), but still I insist love is enough.
Manuals of me in another's pocket, written by who knows who? Can I just call you human and hope and pray you may come to know what that means, if you don't already?
I do not insist you read the book of me, identify me as this or that.
An incoherent riff
I know, I know, I know... the whole 'who shall wash them'... were the words that were mine, how quickly I forget them, my own words. How quickly I get tangled up in another's. Although I did say who, not how.
And suddenly I am 'white', which is really no color at all. White and privileged and yet I've been stumbling around for years barely able to breathe. White and fragile as well and expected to read the manual of the other.
So many manuals, before I venture anywhere. And I mistakenly thought that if I just looked at another and treated them with love and kindness that was enough.
But suddenly backs turned and visibly bristled. Histories reinvented or simplified. Suddenly the divide is so wide I cannot cross it (and feel terrified to even speak to it, as so much frustration and anger is being tapped into and amplified, almost as if purposely?!?!), but still I insist love is enough.
Manuals of me in another's pocket, written by who knows who? Can I just call you human and hope and pray you may come to know what that means, if you don't already?
I do not insist you read the book of me, identify me as this or that.
(this is not directed at the writer of this post)
Is this true?
https://petersweden.substack.com/p/climate-tax-cow-burps
Professor Joanna Kidman is the whitest maori I know of!
kamate kamate bulla bulla
‘to bind the land to the red’
They are signaling it in your face, Rich!
Rich,
Why do NZ words quite often contain "wangi" in them? Are you people that horny? No wonder your dear leader rightly called NZ a red light district!
"They must be stopped."
How?