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ta cheio deles. Pagam de pilares da comunidade, simbolos da resistencia, mas no fundo sao vasos podres que estao destruindo mulheres e criancas. Lembro que em cada um dos nossos encontros do Dada Mkutano, havia uma quantidade de mulheres sofridas, chorando e usando o espaco para partilhar o mesmo tipo de dor, de abuso. Mulheres dos 15 aos 60 narrando exatamente as mesmas coisas.Os exemplos sao muitos, desde homens que abusam fisica e emocionalmente de mulheres, fazem filhos com varias, nao assumem nenhum, nao dao seu nome para as crias e quando sao cobrados, exigem que as mulheres paguem o teste de DNA e ameacam um processo na justica. Outros que ate assumem os filhos, mas na hora de sustentar pulam fora, jogam tudo nas costas da mulher e que exigem ainda que ela o sustente, mas que posta foto sorridente no FB posando de pai do ano e conta ate historia de abuso emocional que sofreu invertendo assim o jogo. Outros que espancam suas companheiras e depois as culpam pelo fim do casamento, outros e outros e outros...E assim eles seguem, de textao em textao, fingindo na rede que tem carater, vendendo seus produtinhos, escrevendo poesia revolucionaria e sendo gurus de um monte de gente, citados e aplaudidos pra baixo e pra cima por gente que acredita em tudo que ve na internet.Enquanto isso, nos mulheres seguimos sozinhas, apesar de toda dor, de todo trauma, para assim gerar a tal cura da comunidade. E para preservar a comunidade, nos continuamos sem narrar essas historias, sem mencionar seus nomes, pra nao expor o homem negro, para nao lavar roupa suja fora de casa, pra nao destruir nossa comunidade enfim, pra ajuda-los em seu processo de cura.Mas minha duvida e quem se preocupa com a nossa cura? Quem esta preocupado ou fazendo algo por nos quando esse abuso psicologico nos mata aos poucos, nos traz depressao, cancer e tantas outras mazelas fisicas e emocionais? Eu so vejo as mulheres fazendo isso. Vejo mulheres se reunindo em pracas, parques, fazendo terapia, meditando, fazendo yoga, procurando melhorar sua espiritualidade, enfim fazendo de tudo pra quebrar o ciclo, mas nesse processo nos estamos sempre sozinhas e todos exigem de nos a mesma coisa: o silencio.E as consequencias de nao falarmos disso, nao atinge apenas a nos e as criancas negligenciadas, mas tambem atinge outras mulheres que serao novas vitimas. Porque, por nao falarmos nisso, esses homens nao apenas saem impunes, como reproduzem seus atos, de novo e de novo, o tempo todo. As mulheres que os conhecem nao sabem do seu historico de opressao e violencia e compram o discurso do homem que foi injusticado pela mulher louca. Isso acontece com varias de nos, ja aconteceu comigo tambem. Eu pouco falo sobre minha vida sentimental, mas nao tenho como me colocar fora disso. Por conta de toda baixa estima que o racismo nos traz, tambem ja tive minha parcela de relacionamentos abusivos. No meu ultimo relacionamento, fui traida de uma forma extremamente cruel. Um dia conversando com meu entao namorado, perguntei de sua ex e ele
me disse que sua ex o odiava, quando eu perguntei o porque, ele disse que era coisa do mundo ocidental, que ele como homem africano nao compreendia. Na hora eu nao pesquei essa frase, estava apaixonada, hoje apesar de nao me culpar pela falta de carater dele, penso que a dica estava ai, afinal se a ex o odiava, alguma razao ela deveria ter, pois odio e uma palavra muito forte para ser usada banalmente. O que eu sei hoje e que eu gostaria de ter tido a chance de saber quem ele era. Muitas de nos gostariam. Entao que nos possamos quebrar a cultura do silencio. Que se acabe a cultura do passar pano, do abafa o caso. E que falemos sobre isso.Que nos possamos sim gerar a vida e gerar a cura, mas chega de carregarmos todo o sofrimento do mundo em nossas costas. O crescimento da nossa comunidade deve ser preservado sim, mas o preco da cura nao pode ser as nossas lagrimas, os nossos corpos, as nossas dores e a nossa morte. The price of healingBy: Daniela Gomes and Dada Mkutano Collective (this text was written by 5 women)It is really interesting to me that even we are creating posts about everything in social media there are some subjects that are so painful that we avoid talking about them. I have some subjects that are hard to deal with and this is one of them.One day I heard someone saying that a Black woman has the power to heal the community, because she is the one who gives birth. At that moment, I thought it was so beautiful, because I thought about the power of the creation and the process of reproduction that is able to generate healing. At that moment, the beauty of thinking on my belly as a place that would start something so powerful really enchanted me, especially because it was a Black woman who said it.My admiration for this thought didnt finish, but at the same time, I have been thinking about the responsibility that it put in our shoulders and the things that the community asks from us because of it. So I wonder: what is the price of healing?According to this talk, which is correct by the way, the healing process would happen because Black women are responsible for generate, create, feed, caring, to watch over and love and that would generate a chain of positive things that will be disseminated in the whole community. This is awesome and can work if it was put in practice.The issue here is that some people decided to think that it means that we as Black women are the only responsible for this healing and that in addition to everything that I already mentioned here, we also have to fix other peoples emotions and carry people in our shoulders.In this way, although it was not the original intent of this concept, in a claim for the preservation and healing of our community the afro naughtiness keeps perpetuating and multiplying every day.We face a lot of
trouble, our emotions get broken, we suffer in abusive relationships and we do all this to preserve our community, so we dont expose the other, inside and outside the activism, but feel people do the same for us. This type of violence and reproduction overpass boarders and are reproduced everywhere in the Diaspora.In my opinion, a clear example of this idea of pass over our pain to heal the community is Anita Hill and Clarence Thomas case. You all know how Anita was harassed by Clarence while she was working for him and how she stood up against his nomination to the Supreme Court because he was a predator. You probably knows how she was massacred by part of the community who thought she should be quiet about it, and pass over her suffering so a Black man could be in the Supreme Court.In other words, to not let him exposed, Anita should be sacrificed.Anita is just one Black woman who faced something like that and we cant think that it happens in the U.S. Actually in Brazilian activism we have several of them. They pretend they are pillars of our community, symbols of resistance, but when we go deeper they are rotten people who are destroying the lives of Black women and children.I remember that in each of Dada Mkutano meetings (Dada Mkutano is a Black women meeting that I coordinate with more four friends, where we do picnics to talk about our lives and try to heal) there was a huge number of women who were suffering, crying and using that space to share the same kind of pain and abuse. Women from 15 to 60 years old narrating exactly the same things.There are a lot of examples, since men who physically and emotionally abused of the women, to those who have children with several of them without recognize any of the kids, dont give their name to the children and when they are charged they request women to pay the DNA test and threat them saying they are going to sue them. Others who assume their children, but dont pay child support, leaving all the responsibilities in the women shoulders and demand her to give financial support to him as well; but that on FB post pics smiling and posing as father of the year, even telling stories of how the woman would be the abuser, trying to revert the game. Other are beating their wives up and blaming them when the marriage is over, and there are others, and others, and others...Then they follow, being lengthy on FB, pretending on social media that they have character, selling their products, writing revolutionary poetry and being gurus of a lot of people, who quote them and keep applauding them, because some people believe in everything they see on social media.Meanwhile, we as Black women keep follow alone, even we have to deal with the pain, the trauma so we can generate the mentioned healing of the community.So to preserve our community, we keep those stories for ourselves, without mentioning their
names, so we dont expose Black men, so we dont show our dirty laundry, so we dont destroy our community and we help them in their healing process.But my doubt is who is worry about our healing? Who is getting worried or doing something for us, while this emotional harassment keep killing us day after day, because it brings us depression, cancer and so many other physical and emotional diseases. I only see women doing that. I see Black women getting together in squares, parks, going to counseling, meditating, doing yoga, searching to improve their spirituality, finally doing everything to break the cycle. However, in this process we are always alone and people are demanding the same thing from us: silence.The consequences of not talking about this come not only for us, and our children who are neglected but it also reach other women who will be new victims. Because when we dont talk about this, these same men will leave without consequences, and will be reproducing their evil acts again and again the whole time.Women who meet them after us dont know anything about their historic of oppression and violence and buy the discourse of the man who was treated unfairly by a crazy Black woman. This has been happening with many of us. Me included. I dont really like to talk about my personal life, but I cant leave myself out of it. Because of the low self-esteem that racism bring to us, I also had my own parcel of abusive relationships.In my last relationship, I was cheated in a really cruel way. One day, talking with my then boyfriend, I asked about his ex and he told me she hated him, when I asked why, he told me that this was a western thing that as an African man he couldnt understand. At that time I was so in love that this sentence went unnoticed, but today, although I stopped blaming myself by his lack of character, I think the tip was right there in front of me, because if his ex-girlfriend hated him, she probably had good reasons for that, because hate is a strong word to being used in a banal way.I wish I had the chance to know who he really was. Many of us wish that. So, I claim for us to break the culture of silence. That this culture can end and we dont cover for them anymore.That we can of course generate life and healing, but we dont have to carry the whole pain of the world in our back. The growth of our community must be preserved, but our tears, bodies, pain and death cant be the price of healing.
Acabei toda a 1a temporada de Dear White People. Amei a serie. Assisti o filme no cinema assim que saiu aqui em 2014 e detestei, a serie foi a redencao.Esse post vai ser cheio de spoiler entao se voce nao gosta de gente que conta filme nao leia ate o final ehehehe.Quando eu assisti Dear White People - o filme eu gostei de todas as criticas que estavam no filme, mas detestei pontos que pra mim pareciam fundamentais.O filme traz uma critica muito grande a sociedade pos racial americana, a ideia que se e passada aqui nos EUA hoje de que racismo nao existe desde a luta pelos direitos civis e que por isso vivemos em uma sociedade multicultural, multirracial, diversa e igualitaria.E o tempo todo a personagem da Sam luta pra mostrar que essa ideia nao e verdadeira e que deve ser combatida. Mas o jeito que o filme termina mostrando Sam como uma moca traumatizada pela experiencia de ter um pai branco, e nao conseguir se relacionar com esse pai e que de certa forma vem dai sua luta, como se ela fosse apenas alguem revoltada que so vai ser ela mesma ao lado de um homem branco contradiz toda a critica que o filme fez do inicio ao fim.Ao mesmo tempo a personagem do Lionel, que tenta mostrar o quanto pessoas negras e LGBTQIA sao desprezadas em diferentes faces dos movimentos sociais, tambem me pareceu um tanto quanto contraditorio ja que o tempo todo ele aparece como uma figura baguncada, ate mesmo desleixada, onde o cabelo Black, que e tido como sinonimo de resistencia, se torna nessa personagem sinonimo de confusao interior e nao lugar, e no momento que ele possivelmente se encontra ele raspa o cabelo entrando dentro de um padrao de respeitabilidade negra que existe aqui nos EUA.Entao o filme me deixou com muitas pulgas atras da orelha, muitas mesmo, sem contar outras personagens que eu nao entendia bem qual era a pegada mas me incomodavam ao ponto de eu nao gostar do filme, apesar de tudo que a critica estava dizendo e de retratar muito bem a realidade de alunos negros, que estudam em campos majoritariamente brancos como e o caso dos alunos negros aqui da UT.Ontem revi o filme antes de assistir a serie e ate tentei ver se tinha entendido algo errado, mas novamente detestei o filme.Ai comecei a ver a serie e ai o filme ganhou um novo brilho pra mim, pois a serie preenche todas as lacunas que o filme deixa a desejar.A serie traz a humanidade de cada personagem, a serie mostra como cada personagem chegou ate o momento atual. A serie deu vida a cada historia e trajetoria.A serie tirou Sam do estereotipo da mulata dramatica (mulatto drama como eles dizem aqui) pra dizer o porque Sam faz escolhas que faz e ate para criticar seu posicionamento politico. Sam deixou de ser uma mulher problematica que protesta porque e mal resolvida, pra se tornar uma mulher complexa com diversas contradicoes como qualquer outra mulher da sua idade.A serie trouxe Coco
da alienacao pra mostrar Coco com uma historia, que faz com que muitas pessoas negociem sua identidade pra sobreviver e nao porque nao ligam pra causa, mas porque as vezes nossa existencia e pesada demais pra gente lidar. Eu particularmente amei quando ela diz praSam que e o privilegio da pele clara que faz Sam poder ter seu show.A serie traz Troy como esse homem que tenta fugir do padrao de classe media negra respeitavel que e tao imposto aqui que as pessoas seguem ate mesmo sem perceber que isso e uma tentativa de aproxima-las da branquitude e afasta-las do "negro problem" como definiria Du Bois. E no final seu pai ve que toda respectability do mundo nao vai salvar seu filho do racial profiling que persegue a populacao negra.A serie traz Reggie com sua raiva incontida, mas que na verdade e so alguem tentando fazer diferenca, mas que tambem se ve paralisado quando o racismo aponta uma arma pro seu peito. Mas que tambem e um homem que ama, que e fragil, se sente so.A serie traz Lionel, lutando pra se encaixar no mundo como jovem negro e gay, Lionel que nao e mais uma bagunca, mas que e alguem que ainda precisa encontrar a propria voz e que vai fazendo isso de episodio em episodio ate seu grito final no ultimo episodio denunciando a manobra da universidade, e como se ele despertasse de um sono.E a serie traz as personagens coadjuvantes como Rashid o jovem africano que sofre com xenofobia apesar de ser parte do grupo o que tambem e comum por aqui, ou o rapaz light skin meio boca aberta mas que traz tiradas importantes para o movimento ou a melhor amiga que traz contrapontos importantes para Sam, ao mesmo tempo que em alguns momentos gostaria de estar no lugar dela.Enfim a serie para mim e a redencao do filme e vale muito a pena ser assistida, com o olhar critico que ela pede.Concordo com Fabio Kabral que disse que apesar do titulo Dear White People e muito mais sobre nos do que sobre eles, sobre nossas dores e amores e posicionamentos. Claro que tem muitas criticas e licoes para pessoas brancas (eu vi o filme com uma amiga branca e o filme trouxe reflexoes pra nos duas), mas prefiro deixar que eles facam esse debate entre eles. Para mim o mais importante e saber o que essa serie traz pra nos.Eu acho que ela traz muita humanidade para nossa luta, as emocoes que nos motivam a lutar, que nos fazem acordar de manha pensando o porque de nao ter dormido e de saber que e preciso falar, nao calar, agir.Para mim, a redencao da serie e que ela mostra quem somos por tras de nossos punhos cerrados.I watched the whole 1st season of Dear White People yesterday. I love the show. I watched the movie in 2014 when it came out and I hated it, the TV show was the redemption. This post will be full of spoiler so if you don't like it don't read until the
end.When I first watched the movie Dear White People I enjoyed all the critiques that were in the movie, but I hated some points that were fundamental for me.The movie brings an important critique to the U.S post racial society and all this fake idea that has been preached here that racism was over with integration and the civil rights struggle and that the U.S is a multicultural, multiracial, diverse and egalitarian society. During the whole movie Sams character fights to show that this idea isnt true and that it must be combated. But what looks totally contradictory to this critique to me, is the fact that the movie ends, showing Sam as a girl who is traumatized by the experience of having a white father, and by being someone who couldnt have a relationship with this father because of his race, and in a certain way showing that her struggle came from that and that she only will be able to be herself with a white man.At the same time, Lionels character trying to show how Queer Black people are despised sometimes both in the Black and the Queer struggle, it also looked kind of contradictory to me, the way as his appearance is showed as a mess all the time. Even his Afro, a hair style that is always a synonymous of resistance, in this character is synonymous of interior confusion and of someone who is out of place and in the end, the moment of his redemption, when he apparently find himself, he shave his hair and enter in a mode of Black respectability that is worshiped here.So the movie was really uncomfortable for me, especially when I couldnt understand what the ideas behind some of the other characters were. That bothered me so much that I disliked the movie, although all the positive comments that the critique was showing and even if I was able to identity with the reality of Black students in a majority white campus as is our case here at UT. Yesterday, I watched the movie again before to watch the whole Netflix show, to see if I misunderstood something, but again I hated the movie. But then, I started to watch the series and the movie got a new shine on my eyes, because the TV show fills all the gaps that the movie created.The show brings humanity to each character, it shows the trajectory of each of them and how they arrived to the current moment. The show gave life to each story and trajectory. The show removed Sam from the Mulatto Drama, stereotype and showed why Sam made her choices, even criticizing her political positionality. Sam isnt the trouble woman that protest because she didnt solve something from her past, and she became a complex woman full of contradictions as any other Black woman in her age.The show removes Coco from the alienation to show a Coco with a story, showing what makes a lot of people like her to negotiate their identity to survive, not because they dont care about
things, but because sometimes our existence is too heavy to deal with. I particular liked the way she tells Sam that is her light skin privilege that authorizes her having a radio show like that.The show brings Troy as this man that is trying to escape the Black middle class respectability that is so part of the reality here, that Black people follow even without realize that it is an attempt of making us closer to whiteness and push them away of the image of the negro problem as Du Bois would define. In the end, his father sees that all that respectability wont save his son of the racial profiling that hunting us as Black people.The show brings Reggie with his anger that is actually just someone trying to make difference, but who also sees himself paralyzed when racism put a gun on his chest. But Reggie is also a man who loves, and who is fragile and who feels lonely sometimes. The show brings Lionel, fighting to find his place in the world as a Black gay young man, Lionel that is not messy anymore, but is someone who is trying to find his own voice and keep trying it from episode to episode until he finally yells trying to denounce the university scheme of integration, as if he was waking up from a deep sleep. The show brings support characters such as Rashid, the African guy who suffers with xenophobia among the Black community, although he is part of the group, what is also usual here, or the light skin silly dude, who brings some important insights, or the best friend who brings some balance to Sam, at the same time that would she like to have some aspects of her life.In conclusion, in my opinion the show is the movies redemption and it is worthy to be watched, with the critical view that it asks. I agree with Fabio Kabral, who says that although the title of the show is Dear White People, it is much more about us, than about them, about our Black pain, love and positionality. Of course it has lessons for white people (I watched it with a white friend and it taught lessons for both of us) But I prefer to let them debate the lessons among themselves, because for me the most important is to know what the show is bringing to us. I believe it brings humanity to our struggle, it shows the emotions that motivate us to fight, that make us wake up in the morning thinking why we didnt sleep and that we must say something, not be quiet, and act. For me, the redemption of the TV show is that it shows who we are behind our Black power fist.