Last night I had a high-anxiety dream. My sister was being taken away and she was reaching out to give me me her son, my nephew who is four years old. "They think he is Jewish" she was saying in a mix of Swahili and our shared childhood language so that no-one else would understand.
Although I've been thinking a lot about it today it didn't take me long to understand where the dream comes from. My sister lives in Mombasa, Kenya, and has her bag packed and route to the Tanzania border casually planned, if needs be. From and to what is another question.
She has no problem as far as I can see. The white ethnic groups (where she is from) or the brown ethnic groups are not directly in danger in the current Kenya crisis. But what happens if she finds herself involved in an "incident" in her daily life with friends, work colleagues, employees - from different ethnic groups - who are in the wrong trajectory? What risk do you put yourself in when you have your son at home waiting for you to come back?
At the moment I'm reading a book called "Wittgenstein's Poker". It's about two great philosophers of our time, Ludwig Wittgenstein and Karl Popper who had a profound influence on the way we address the fundamental issues of civilization, science and culture. The lives of both Wittgenstein and Popper were greatly affected by being Jews from Austria. They may have identified with different intellectual lines of thought and worried about different epistemologies, but in the end they had to survive, support and suffer from having some "taint" of Jewishness in their person in the 1930's and 1940's - either through slaughter, suicide or worry about their immediate family or network of friends and relations.
I find myself feeling quite militant. Don't tell me that what's happening in Kenya is something "ethnic" or "African" or whatever. What's happening is something inside all of us. "Ethnic" is a euphemism for them or for they. And "they" could be anyone: people from another country or region ("The Portuguese","The Americans", "The Arabs") or with a different religious or sexual framework ("Homosexuals", "Christians", "Muslims", "Jews") or the "good" or the "bad" poor, or a different colour or way of thinking that doesn't make sense in the space where you stand.
We have to be vigilant about referring to people as "they". We have to notice what it means to someone to be a "they", We have to realise that sooner or later "they" refers to someone who is inferior or alien. And once a discourse and a feeling of "they" is in course then it's all too easy to talk about "The Other". And it's all to easy to construe "our"self -and "our" feelings in separation from "them".
And... things just happen. Sooner or later - and for one reason or another - it gets it's too difficult to lay yourself on the line for "the other".
On a micro-context I can see that what is happening in Kenya is related to corrupt politicians who, like online trolls, flame the partly voyeuristic - partly barbaric part that lurks in the we/they dimension of people in Kenya. When I was a teenager I saw these scenes in Wizadry of the Crow and other books by Ngugi wa Thiong'o.
But don't think it could only happen in Kenya. Or in "Africa". Or to "them". The we/they dimension lurks in all of us. Historically it could have been to defend the village or parochial "we" from real danger, whereas now it becomes an excuse to tell jokes, appear smart, gather friends, distance oneself, kick someone's head in.
You see it now becoming part of the discourse in Holland, France, UK, Us elections - just to start the list.
I know New Year has past, but if there's time I would like to slip in another wish. And the wish is that is that I and we stay vigilant so that we don't contribute to any personal or collective storyline where mother, sister, brother or parent are intimated, threatened or killed for being a "they".
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