Monday, May 6, 2013

Assata Shakur, The Internal Stuggle for Freedom, and Why This is Very Personal


Today I am feeling a quite visceral response to the political atmosphere of the country. Lately I have kept myself quite isolated from the political conversation. I go through phases, cautiously dealing with the internal and external, deciding what is most valuable for my growth.

With the news of Assata Shakur being placed on the FBI’s Terrorist List—the first woman, being black, nonetheless—I feel that there is an obvious correlation of my inner state and the state of the political affairs in this US.

I find it disturbing, to say the least, that a woman who was wrongfully accused of a murder that she could not have possibly committed, who has spent the past 40 odd years living in exile, is being considered as a dangerous threat to the US.

This reminds me of the fact that the feminine has time and again been considered dangerous to the powers that be—so dangerous that she must be repressed; so dangerous that her life must be squelched and put on hold so that others may feel more comfortable, more safe.

What does the fate of Assata Shakur have to do with me? I, who lives comparatively happily in a home of my choice in a crime free, diverse neighborhood in Brooklyn NY, in love with a non-American white man, performing in small plays and films, writing as my heart desires, working only enough to support my survival, and with enough freedom to have an opinion about what goes on the world?

The main problem with this new label given to Assata Shakur is that it supposedly is intended to send a message of fear to anyone seeking to live a life of revolution on American soil.

Anyone seeking to live a life of revolution? What does this mean? Anyone seeking to challenge the status quo, anyone seeking to speak out against systematic unhappiness, anyone who refuses to play small and live a life with anything less than the boldness of actual being that is the gift of existence.

In my life I have come into contact with many women who seek to live a life of freedom (freedom of expression, freedom to live a life outside of the mandate of tradition, etc…). Many of these women are my friends. I am sad to say that for them, more than any other group, this is a constant struggle.

The world for some reason always seeks to make these women fit inside some little box for which they are surely unfit. The world quite obviously fears them. Fears their ambiguity, their strength, their depth, their rich humor, and most of all perhaps, their unclassifiable beauty.

But these women continue. They continue to write plays of immeasurable eloquence that may never be produced on the scale they deserve, they continue to work in industries that will never quite accommodate them (because they know their presence in these industries is essential for others maybe?), they refuse to compromise their natural beauty, and sometimes they leave behind friends and lovers to live in “exile” and follow their bliss in radical ways.

Why are they feared? It is quite obvious: Because they are indefinable and will not accept the sundry pigeonholes that a male dominated establishment attempts to designate for them. They will not accept a narrow classification. So they are deemed dangerous.

Maybe I am not one of these bold indefinable women of which I speak. I still play small and grapple with ways in which to present my indefinable beauty to the world to make it more palatable. I still wish to be loved and seek approval. But maybe not for long.

I do not wish to live in a world where it is acceptable to fear that which is unexplainable, to imprison that which does not fit into the established mold. I do not desire to see my sisters and future daughters forever exiled to a life of constant battle for the right to exist with the freedom of being and expression that is equivalent with what it means to be alive--to breathe without explanation and to dally with the mystery that defies articulation.

I also must say that is important to watch where one places their trust. Though I had never voted before, I voted for Barrack Obama. This is the administration that labels Assata Shakur a terrorist and also the administration that supports the use of drones. I know he has made strides for much positive change under the most intense congressional opposition that any administration has faced.

But I am learning that some games are not in place for the highest good to succeed. No matter his wishes, it seems that the institution of the American government is only in place for the economic gain of this nation, the maintenance of a standard of comfort and luxury, and not for the overall wellbeing (internal and external) of its citizens.

We each must be more diligent in maintaining our own happiness, our own freedom of being and internal welfare. It may come at a high price, but it is the only thing worth existing for.

Find out what works for you. What is it that makes you blossom and carry out your fullest potential? Follow your bliss. No matter what don’t compromise.  Your joy (and freedom) await you.



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