We have stepped over the threshold of what is called a new year, the start of the next cycle of calendar days. While I appreciate the year-end roundups and lists, I don’t often know what to say about the end of a year (especially the Gregorian one). In Palestine, in Sudan, in the Congo, in all places touched by the incursions of U.S. empire, the carnage continues, and the resistance goes on. The date has changed, but I’m not sure what that means. It feels easier sometimes to think of time in waves, in annual patterns of warming and cooling, in the flowering and fruiting cycles of perennial plants. In displaced generations and wars, in the children who make it to adulthood despite being marked for death, and the children who don’t.
Known Silence: A Conversation with Leasho Johnson
Known Silence: A Conversation with Leasho…
Known Silence: A Conversation with Leasho Johnson
We have stepped over the threshold of what is called a new year, the start of the next cycle of calendar days. While I appreciate the year-end roundups and lists, I don’t often know what to say about the end of a year (especially the Gregorian one). In Palestine, in Sudan, in the Congo, in all places touched by the incursions of U.S. empire, the carnage continues, and the resistance goes on. The date has changed, but I’m not sure what that means. It feels easier sometimes to think of time in waves, in annual patterns of warming and cooling, in the flowering and fruiting cycles of perennial plants. In displaced generations and wars, in the children who make it to adulthood despite being marked for death, and the children who don’t.