I Will Not Pray For London

Posted by Jason Jeremias in GlobeScope, Racism, Society
June 6, 2017

No, I am not saying prayers for London. I am not prostrating on my prayer rug, to appeal to the magnificent, merciful and universal, in a vain petition that has become as rooted in rote empathy and as rote in its emptiness as any prayer, as desolate as our thinking, as vacant as words like human rights, as cosmetic as words like resistance, as barren as liberation that operates through the glossy familiar channels of self-aggrandisement.

I don’t need to pray for the dead, because I know by all the love in my heart and all the tears in my eyes, that my God, the eternal earth and the universal skies, parts the stars to welcome the innocent into the arms of eternity.

I don’t need to pray for those killed in the terrorist war on humanity, or the mental health crisis that political dislocation responding to white supremacy and greed has precipitated, because the dead aren’t on trial.

I am on trial.

I don’t pray for an end to the madness, because I don’t pray for that which humanity has control over. I pray for that which we have no control over.

I don’t pray that God might pardon the sins of the dead, as they are pieced back together, in broken memories of uneven empathy and piecemeal valuations on the scales of history.

I don’t pray for the dead, lowered into the deserts of South Sudan, or Somalia, lost in the Mediterranean, or the shores of Yemen, as devastated tears from a mother’s eyes curse history as it is written in the artificial intelligence programmed into our beating hearts and unconscious consumer driven minds, fighting for the presentation of empathy.

I will not pray as body after body is lowered into the ground or cremated, because I know that they died in that accident of placement, being in the wrong place at the wrong time, without sin, in a fleeting lunacy out of their control, cut off from that opportunity to be forgiven for their worst, or to live into their best. My God, the universe, the earth is wiser than I can ever hope to learn and I know that without reservation, they are forgiven.

No, I don’t pray for the dead of London, as they media preys on the dead of London, as Trump and Theresa May prey on the dead of London.

I pray that God right now might forgive me. My genderless, melanin spectrum of night and day, God, forgive me if I have not done all I can, because I am guilty.

I do not pray for the dead of London, I pray for you. I pray that you and I might remember, that through the complexities of a frameless protest without ideas, that we, in this moment, conjecturing through histories of deprivation, finally realise, that the guilt is on. And it is not as light as hashtags, but as heavy as an eon of misogyny, of patriarchy, of white supremacy, casteism, economic strangulation, of classism, as hierarchies that have perverted, diseased, politicised praying, or even participation.

So before IS can claim responsibility for this madness, we claim it. This is mankind. We take this act of history and carry it on our shoulders. We are guilty. Yes, all men.

We claim responsibility today, for Mogadishu, where there will be no concert of hope.

We claim responsibility today for Manus Island, where policy terrorism detains the most brutally vulnerable, who are caged like cattle, by offshore settler colonies.

We claim responsibility today for Damascus.

Kashmir.

We claim responsibility for our Dalit siblings, for those who are non-identifying, queer, LGBTQIA+.

We claim responsibility for the murders of trans, black, latinx, indigenous, aboriginal people and families.

We claim responsibility for how our neuroatypical siblings are treated – and aren’t treated.

We claim responsibility for FOX, CNN, MSNBC, ‘The Daily Fail’ , The Sun, The Guardian, The Times of India.

We claim responsibility for a Palestinian woman, shot dead outside an occupied settlement. We claim responsibility for the fact that there was no news because she was a Palestinian woman, shot dead.

We claim responsibility for the fact that Wonder Woman is a Zionist.

We claim responsibility for every rape, every second, everywhere on this planet.

We claim responsibility for why our education systems, the world over, are failures for the many, specifically the most marginalised.

We claim responsibility that we have not starved ourselves in the streets over the failures of our education systems to teach boys to be human beings, and hold men responsible for the largest human rights scandal on this planet – violence against women through every form of gender terrorism.

From the knife that cuts the girl child’s clitoris, to the fact that puritanical white Roman Catholic imperialism and Anglo-Saxon colonialism, and (dis)respectability politics, a politics of shame, remain superstructures that guide the gravity of global consciousness. A politics that shames women’s bodies across gender spectrums and sexualities, universally. A politics that has made us more ashamed to say the word clitoris, than to know what they are, how they work, the fact they are getting sliced into in the 21st century, and how that connects to the nexus of slavery, colonialism and neocolonialism.

The 21st century, when we dream of the outer depths of unexplored telluric planets, and we can’t even talk in a classroom about women’s sexual bodies, their physical beings, their histories being omitted.

The 21st century, when we can justify the exploration of space, but women can’t get sanitary pads for free.

No, I don’t have prayers for the Rohingya, because I am too ashamed to even whisper that word to my God.

We claim responsibility for the terrorism of sweat shops, that fund the vogue trends of slacktivism in glossy fashion pictorials of “wokeness”, between evolving standards of cosmetic shame commercially brokered to alleviate women’s bodies of the discontent of social critiques about the commercialisation of women’s bodies in social spaces. As commercially juxtaposed to a Hollywood/Bollywood standard “wokeness”, that doesn’t see itself as a weapon that cultivates a jingoism that just plays along with the problem.

Let me tell you something, the use of black people’s exploitation as your own, when you aren’t black, is just as exploitive as the exploitation of living in an anti-black society, so I don’t pray for our black siblings and children gunned down in the streets by our police. Or the fact that our communities stand behind that when it is safe, while standing in front of that when the cameras are on, and below it when it’s time to talk about how many different ways the slave trades flowed. Or that we can’t challenge our liberal enterprises of corporate backing with every act, every day, of alienation, marginalisation, and objectification carried out by even the liberal spectrum of supposed ideas.

So, instead of exploiting black people’s pain, let’s claim responsibility for that finally. Because there are few larger forms of terrorism on this earth than the terrorism black wom(y)n have been subjected to on every corner of this planet.

To the keyboard warriors who have had the privilege of their ivy towers bookshelves, with credential passports to push the heaviest social turnstiles, who have the best library cards, to have their academic circle jerks, who have never lived, or bothered to come to the neighborhoods or to speak to the communities they are so concerned about, who write for the rags that underscored the justification and misdirection blueprints that spawned IS, Guantanamo Bay, mass surveillance, the arms trade, for economic expansion – I take responsibility for you too.

The revolution is right around the corner and I am sure your words are going to spark flames your audacity doesn’t have the courage to strike. So, before we light the vigil for London bridge, let’s take responsibility for the lack of care for refugees, the failed administrative policies of UNHCR as brokered by the G20 states.

Let’s take responsibility for the terror of consumerism, the terror of materialism, the terror of starvation.

Let’s take responsibility for cluster bombs dropped on sleeping children in Yemen.

Let’s take responsibility for how long it takes to forget about the cluster bombs dropped on children in a sleepy village in Yemen.

Let’s take responsibility for where the terrorist wars on humanity commenced – United States foreign policy.

Let’s take responsibility for the fact that it’s easier to laugh at a celebrity impersonation of George W Bush, than it is to conjecture how many Iraqis are dead because of George W Bush.

Let’s take responsibility for the mediums that broker and silence the screams, and the platforms exploiting images of children lying in blood, as if sharing the poverty porn of shock and death 20 years on leads to anything more than reality television politics, and ratings.

I can’t go to God with how quickly it takes to forget Kabul, Central African Republic, or the ghosts of Cambodia, till I look inwardly, to figure out why we can talk about the neoliberal commercial complex’s shadow, but we don’t unify so tightly, so strategically, as beautiful as we are, to cast a shadow so large that our energy empowers the forces of capacity into a framework that cultivates the dream of possibility to life.

God, I know we are capable. “You can cut down all of the flowers but you will never stop the coming of spring.”

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