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international women’s day: i wish us courage

dear readers,

i swear, i used to love march in the bay area. international women’s day meant acting in loco bloco plays at the women’s building, meant butta and mango were extra hype, meant the empowering women of color conference, which i’ve helped to organize at uc berkeley.

and i still love international women’s day here in nyc. here, iwd meant crisp, near spring basketball at the essex street playground, meant focusing on my arc, my wrists, meant harlem and crossing guard conversations, meant arabic coffee and cinnamon tea, meant thumbing thru “our bodies, ourselves,” a women’s health book that my homeboy/girl is in. international women’s day in nyc meant a walk with her/him through central park, basketball dribbling the whole time, tracing our hopes and fears into edges of the jacqueline onassis lake in central park, bringing the sharp edges of highrises into rippled water relief, the cast down shadow of the horizon blessedly softened by every lake.

too many times today i heard the media talking/writing about rape, in honor of international women’s day. but those of us who’ve been there know that it’s an every day, every breath struggle. and maybe, just on this one day, it’s not our burden to hash it thru so singularly. we should talk about the public health epidemic known as rape more than on this day. and hell, i’ll risk it, it is carnaval, it is mardi gras, and women we deserve to celebrate, dance, move and shake. let’s talk about sexual violence on election day, at the board meetings, when the bell rings to signal both the stock markets open and the meditators to focus on our breath. then we can talk about those vampire souls, the ones who try as they might can never truly infiltrate you with their guilt, their lying and shallow grief. the perpetrators bear a sadness that would hollow out the space underneath our eyes, cause the muscles to pull back under the sheaths of our very organs, oh but victory is more than to talk. it is to feel. feel past the fear, past the vendetta. it is to hone. hone spiritually, physically, mentally. may we have the courage to speak up, and to feel. every minute of every day. engaged.

happy international womens day,
roopa

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egypt 101: what’s going on in cairo sounds a lot like “fuck the police.”

dear readers,

in case you were wondering, the people’s movement, also known as the “jasmine revolution,” that is sweeping egypt and cairo in particular has a lot to do with you, wherever you are. especially if you have, let’s say, a contentious relationship with the police and state authority. this young lady says it simple and effective:

101 breakdown: hosni mubarak, fourth and longest ruler of modern egypt, is a dictator who is fueled by mad american money to help rule his people like he’s a CO and they all on lock. folks got so tired of it that they actually got together to try and get dude to step down. enough, chanted the protestors, enough. mubarak’s regime shut down internet access for the entire country, but protests continue with real strength.

check out this clip of folks, just like you and me, taking over a bridge, losing comrades and praying all along the way. one question to keep in mind, is what happens if the people do get power? how will they keep it people’s power and not just open the door for the next oppressive regime?

names you’ll hear and read: mohamed el-baradei, a beloved former leader and nobel laureate, is back at the helm, helping to guide this largely youth led revolution; the muslim brotherhood is a small but organized group in this mass protest, the mb may or may not swoop in with their own hardcore agenda if and when the peoples movement gains access to power. vijay prashad, such a resource of history and political analogy during times like this, hopes for peaceful transition of power, and says this about egypt:

“Don’t underestimate the repression. In Egypt, the 2006 budget for internal security was $1.5 billion. There are 1.5 million police officers, four times more than army personnel. I am told that there is now about 1 police officer per 37 people. This is extreme. The subvention that comes from the US of $1.3 billion helps fund this monstrosity.”

the u.s. media is taking great pains to cover the bloody tracks between the obama administration (to be fair, this includes most u.s. administrations before his) and mubarak’s decades long rule. the media watchdog’s FAIR do a nice breakdown of how all the papers, the times, the post, are using the terms “tightrope” and “balancing act” to explain the largely unexplainable relationship between democracy and facismo.

so here we are, the first day of february, and certainly change is in the air, even while slush and snow rule the new york city ground.

peace,
roopa

🙂

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thanks taking, thanks for taking the time to read me…thanksgiving injections for you to get high on for the holy dayz. .

it was the best of times

we know yall like us girls

supersonic was the whirls

you might even try it

hit it baby dee

it was the worst of times

it was america’s thanksgiving

2010

all the bloodshed of then

in the here and now

even if you restrict our travel

we will not forget our connection

because that would be conceding

but i am still

sitting bull

and the lord know i got this wounded knee

yes the lords

know she

soft as hard can be

it was the best of times

it was the worst of times

tonight i go to the club

in swagger regalia

and shed into the rising

and feathered wings

currently kissing my back

injections of love just in time for thanksgiving

the kind of poems that help you focus on

saying thank you

thank you

-your writer friend, roopa singh

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