Sometimes one needs to write pieces while breaking down into tears. That is the only way we can stay true to the fact that words are not enough to express our anguish and our disbelief but also our strength.
It isn’t surprising. In the land where the struggles of Soni Sori and Irom Sharmila not only continue but often go unnoticed, a regressive Supreme Court Judgment which sets the bar low for legality, constitutionality, justice and social morality isn’t out of the ordinary- all in a days work for some.
I spent the week articulating my loving critique of our movement. I thought we were past the idiosyncrasy of fighting an archaic law- one among the many scars of colonialism- being repeated with gusto by whom we can safely call the loony-right wing who claimed to represent all kinds of Gods and worse- many people. We all thought we could move on to fight the many fights that would give us the opportunity to fully shine bright in our creativity and vibrance. But here we are again- having to scream out loud the bare necessities of human existence to voices that have long forgotten the act of listening.
But, we will not let this day make us settle for the bare minimum. Many of us have outgrown our own arguments. It isn’t about the ‘rights’, ‘dignity’ or ‘freedom’ of any one community or identity tag. It never was. But we often had to say it was in order to make them listen. It is about the very nature of the society we live in. How is it that a court thinks it right to blatantly deny its own responsibility and explicitly engage in intellectual, rational, legal mediocrity towards achieving inhuman goals?
In the face of such pathetic circumstances we will rise, not above, but across, different sections of this universe we inhabit to make it known loud and clear that we are in it for the long haul. We are in it to point out the idiosyncrasy of the law telling us what we can and cannot do in bed. We are in it to say we deserve the right to life and health as much as the next being that I share this world with. We are in it to point out the pathos of reducing a visionary document such as the Constitution of India to a pile of muck (not the organic kind, but the nuclear waste kind whose disastrous effects last forever). We are in it to make it loud and clear that our Gods and those who believe in them, not out of fear but out of love, will not stand for this Adharma; this Zulm. We are here to say that we see the connections. We see the connections between the disappearing memories of the acts of listening by the powers that be, of voices that deserve to be heard. Voices that have spoken with love, reason and dignity. We are also aware that we can, and have made our own connections.
The court may think its pulling us back with a leash that we did not want around our necks at this moment. But society has shifted. Children of our friends already know that they have the right to love who they want. Some of the most disenfranchised sections of society have produced the most graceful and powerful voices of desire and love. The idea of love has been shifted in many sections of society. And as violence prevails, at least it doesn’t go wholly unnoticed. There isn’t a word that can be uttered in public with any sense of rationality or humanity that isn’t enraged and shocked by this decision. And those who continue to spout their venom seem less convinced by their own thoughts at best, and beyond any sense of rationality or humanity at worst. And for all our friends who have come forth yet again with a critique that may be right, but not loving, remember that by belittling one struggle in the quest for an another, we are giving in to the disaggregation that the systems of power impose upon us. The critiques are true. The hierarchies are present. But we must work to intersperse them with one another. This as we all know is harder that we will ever find out in one life time. But we must spend our life on this earth trying.
This was never the end. It was only the beginning. And we will keep it that way.