Thirst For Revenge
Open Lettrer: Macro And Micro-Fascisms Working Until Today
BERLIN, Feb 2016.
On
what happened in KÖPI (Queer Gala) on February 25th and on how those
who carry no oppressions need to make them up or thrust them upon
others.
"This
performance is racist!" Some people in the audience cry out, very
upset and “moved” (funny, those affected were all white European
Germanic people) exposing as their only vital argument, the fact that
the colour of our skins is relatively light and does not respond to
the Walt Disney imaginary these people have regarding what a South
American person must be and look like, to them. Absolutely lost in
the likeness of Pocahontas, they try to invalidate our position,
research work, love, anger and hatred, which those abhorrent, but
true events raise in us. The discrimination and abuse that we get
from this Eurocentric system seemingly not enough, we must also get
it from Anarchopolice, invalidating our experiences and visions,
based on their sensitivities regarding this white moral supremacy.
What colour should we be in order to talk, discuss, express our views
on the humiliations of colonialism? Or is it that the mestizo being
is so deplorable that we are not even considered within the chromatic
political chart for these European white people (actually white) who
enjoy hundreds of privileges?
By
calling us racists, you have done nothing except proving that you are
infected by micro-fascisms and colonialism, placing your morals as a
judging actor. You thus expose your absolute ignorance in regards to
Abya Yala (Abya Yala, the name given by the Kuna people to what is
better known, colonially, as America ). Taking into account that it
is hard work to leave behind the filthy prejudices with which we are
poisoned when we begin our education and integration into society,
regarding our indigenous roots, you come to invalidate our
empowerment.
Human
Zoos has not only meant going into a gigantic labour, but rather an
abortion of all the colonialist education we got thanks all the
History books coming from Europe, where key topics like this have
been completely avoided. We
are shaped by indigenous and colonialist blood, that is why we are
mestizo and it is our right, and our right only, to become empowered
by the histories of those who are not able to speak anymore, because
they have been exterminated, or those on whom oppression is so great
that indeed stage performance is not their priority. Is
it that you do not realize that you are only reproducing that which
you assert to hate as you try to boycott our work (work with no
monetary compensation)? Or is it that I, a Sudaka, should be careful
with the way I stand on stage not to hurt the sensitivity of a white
ass? Well, no, I reject your lack of reflection. We will not stop
presenting this performance or change it to stop making you
uncomfortable, because I am not here to entertain you.
Do
you, moral judges, know the number of mestizo people who starve or
waste their lives working to pay high prices, only because they exist
and to be able to sustain your European comfort systems? Did you know
that in Chile, in our schools, homes, media, the native is considered
a terrorist? That the language imposed on us was Spanish, losing the
wonderful opportunity to learn since innocent childhood these
exquisite languages and cultures belonging to the lands where we were
born? In order to be here, I had to go through humiliating processes
in which I was even asked for medical tests to prove I did not have
any infectious contagious disease through which I could make a good
European ill (ironic, isn’t it?), as well as endless documents
showing through economic means, that I was “somebody”. Once here
this does not stop, I became an illegal alien, the infinite
immigration proceedings do not cease and it is almost like you have
to offer thanks when given the permission to walk these lands. And,
not happy with everything I must endure, there are still people,
calling themselves pro-feminists, thinking libertarians and
anarchists, who pinpoint the debate on the colour of our skins,
taking everything to white and black extremes, thus annihilating all
of us who exist within the range of greys in between, not even
informing themselves on the context, intending to censor and outlaw
our discourses.
"This
performance is racist!" Some people in the audience cry out, very
upset and “moved” (funny, those affected were all white European
Germanic people) exposing as their only vital argument, the fact that
the colour of our skins is relatively light and does not respond to
the Walt Disney imaginary these people have regarding what a South
American person must be and look like, to them. Absolutely lost in
the likeness of Pocahontas, they try to invalidate our position,
research work, love, anger and hatred, which those abhorrent, but
true events raise in us. The discrimination and abuse that we get
from this Eurocentric system seemingly not enough, we must also get
it from Anarchopolice, invalidating our experiences and visions,
based on their sensitivities regarding this white moral supremacy.
What colour should we be in order to talk, discuss, express our views
on the humiliations of colonialism? Or is it that the mestizo being
is so deplorable that we are not even considered within the chromatic
political chart for these European white people (actually white) who
enjoy hundreds of privileges?
By
calling us racists, you have done nothing except proving that you are
infected by micro-fascisms and colonialism, placing your morals as a
judging actor. You thus expose your absolute ignorance in regards to
Abya Yala (Abya Yala, the name given by the Kuna people to what is
better known, colonially, as America ). Taking into account that it
is hard work to leave behind the filthy prejudices with which we are
poisoned when we begin our education and integration into society,
regarding our indigenous roots, you come to invalidate our
empowerment.
We
are the bastard children of the systematic rape inflicted on Abya
Yala since the Spanish invasion, we are fed from the leftovers of
your looting. Under no circumstance we accept being compared to you
and your privileges, just because our skin tone does not answer to
your imaginaries on what we, South Americans, are supposed to look
like.
Human
Zoos has not only meant going into a gigantic labour, but rather an
abortion of all the colonialist education we got thanks all the
History books coming from Europe, where key topics like this have
been completely avoided. We
are shaped by indigenous and colonialist blood, that is why we are
mestizo and it is our right, and our right only, to become empowered
by the histories of those who are not able to speak anymore, because
they have been exterminated, or those on whom oppression is so great
that indeed stage performance is not their priority. Is
it that you do not realize that you are only reproducing that which
you assert to hate as you try to boycott our work (work with no
monetary compensation)? Or is it that I, a Sudaka, should be careful
with the way I stand on stage not to hurt the sensitivity of a white
ass? Well, no, I reject your lack of reflection. We will not stop
presenting this performance or change it to stop making you
uncomfortable, because I am not here to entertain you.
Do
you, moral judges, know the number of mestizo people who starve or
waste their lives working to pay high prices, only because they exist
and to be able to sustain your European comfort systems? Did you know
that in Chile, in our schools, homes, media, the native is considered
a terrorist? That the language imposed on us was Spanish, losing the
wonderful opportunity to learn since innocent childhood these
exquisite languages and cultures belonging to the lands where we were
born? In order to be here, I had to go through humiliating processes
in which I was even asked for medical tests to prove I did not have
any infectious contagious disease through which I could make a good
European ill (ironic, isn’t it?), as well as endless documents
showing through economic means, that I was “somebody”. Once here
this does not stop, I became an illegal alien, the infinite
immigration proceedings do not cease and it is almost like you have
to offer thanks when given the permission to walk these lands. And,
not happy with everything I must endure, there are still people,
calling themselves pro-feminists, thinking libertarians and
anarchists, who pinpoint the debate on the colour of our skins,
taking everything to white and black extremes, thus annihilating all
of us who exist within the range of greys in between, not even
informing themselves on the context, intending to censor and outlaw
our discourses.
As
a good friend once told me, we are racialized because our race is a
mixture operating along with other oppression dynamics…. No, we are
not like you, functioning, living, and judging through thousands of
“First World” privileges, being natives from this area, as well
as white (actually white). In this “First World” it is very so
easy to pose as an anarchist, becoming a squatter, an activist, and
eating good quality products practically for free. It is very easy to
let loose your tongue and conjure oppressions out of thin air. I
don’t want to live in a world where political and anarchist
thinking is developed in a judgmental scenario which is almost
circus-like, where even the nudity of bodies is questioned. (Do we
know that clothes were imposed to indigenes? Do we know that we live
under bodily colonizations where the least empowered thing we have
are our own bodies?) We are covered under clothes by the cold and
Christendom.
I
don’t want Anarchopolice individuals judging the intentions of
someone whose only desire is to expose brutal history through stage
representation, and who play down the central fact of the abduction
and rape of thousands of natives coming from Abya Yala, Africa, and
Asia. It saddens me to see them waste energy and intelligence judging
and fighting against the wrong enemy, when it is clear that the real
enemy is making amusement parks in their heads. I
hope with all my heart that they are able to burn their moral
prejudices and privileges, kill their inner police, those
anarchomoralists, suicide their selves and be born again, and, above
all, focus the fight on the correct side.
Proud
of my llama face and heart, and empowered from all the Abya Yala
spirits of the High Plains, and wishing you a prosperous death and
swift resurrection,
Maria
Basura - Mary Trash (Trash before Mary)
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