Questions of love to ourselves
for ourselves
I attended a round table discussion group over the weekend for Asians in the diaspora—something I find invigorating while being the most challenging activity for me to take part in. Slowly, burning questions bubble: How do we address our internalised supremacist narratives?
Are we lost as trauma-bonded children of hyper-individualistic capitalism, encouraged to focus on our healing narrative within this prison? Only to continuously gaslight ourselves that we have to “trust the journey” when this journey looks more like being on a cattle train headed for slaughter. Is the light at the end of the tunnel just another cattle train headed straight for us?
How do we sift through and translate the symbols, the remnants from a system of eugenics and purity?
How do we engage courageously with the unavoidable histories of cultural genocide as it persists? Or have we mistakingly been feeding the vampiric beast whilst labelling it as “nourishingly healing”?
