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Choosing Our Battles: Standing By the Communities We Seek to Challenge

This is an article which recently appeared on my blog RADICAL FAGGOT, which David asked me to consider reposting here on the Co-op. Though this piece does not directly address education, it does ask questions about how we negotiate our allegiances to multiple and sometimes conflicting communities and struggles. I would be interested to learn the thoughts of others here on these questions, and to ask how they might be, in fact, related to teaching: How do we navigate the sometimes conflicting views and identities which exist in our learning communities? How do we decide when, where and how to challenge our own views and the views of those around us within our learning spaces?

Loving our communities means holding them in all of their complexities–even when they are not always able to do the same for us.

I was staying over this past week at my grandmother’s house in my father’s hometown. One morning I was helping make breakfast in the kitchen with my aunt, while some of my uncles and cousins were sitting around the kitchen table. The conversation they were having turned to the subject of race, and several members of my family started making extremely racist comments about various members of the local community. Though I was not surprised, I was taken aback, and wasn’t sure how to handle the moment. I thought about speaking up, but decided not to. I made this decision for a number of reasons: I felt uncomfortable butting into a discussion about people I did not know. Additionally, in my family it would be considered the height of rudeness to seemingly correct one of my elders, to chastise someone who had helped raise me. Thirdly, and perhaps most significantly, class and access to education have defined the fault lines and feuds between the various factions of my family for decades, and I did not want to come across as making a show of my own privilege. A fleeting awareness of all these things caused me to hold my tongue.

If a simple reading of this situation were to be done, I think one could easily argue that I dropped the ball. Comments were made in my presence which attacked other oppressed people, and I let them pass without saying anything. Yet the point I hope to make is that there was more than one system of inequity active in our kitchen, and to lash out only at one would be to fail to understand the complexities of my family, and to disrespect the very people I hope to fight for, and to risk undermining the community which inspires me to struggle for justice. I think that oppressed people, like myself, who have had access to certain resources and discussions, often make the mistake of alienating other members of communities, lecturing them on the issues of which we have decided they are ignorant, failing to see that it is the very structures we hope to overthrow which have unevenly distributed the opportunity to engage in those discussions. I think it would be easy to see this exchange as one where I took the easy way out. But what the moment reminded me–as I am reminded often as a person from more than one oppressed community–is that sustaining ourselves as members of multiple and sometimes opposing struggles means choosing our battles, deciding strategically when, where, and how we are going to challenge the communities of which we are a part. It requires that we make a commitment to our people first and foremost, working to honor and respect them as we decide carefully how also to push them to be different.

A good friend of mine who is queer and South East Asian recently came to the realization that the gay male image he has spent most of his young life trying to force himself into does not actually represent him. Raised in a working class Cambodian community in Eastern Massachusetts, he was used to being the only queer person in many of his circles, used to threats of violence, and knew that coming out to certain members of his family was an impossibility. Being the first in his family to be accepted into college, he was excited to arrive in a place where he would finally be able to be queer. What he found instead was an environment in which certain ways of being queer were exonerated–certain body types, certain styles of dress, sexual practices, forms of music and dance, etc.–while others were made invisible, openly attacked and erased. Trying to carve out a space for himself in this environment meant distancing himself from his hometown more than just geographically, and he found himself stuck in between two worlds, neither of which knew how to fully support him. He learned what many of us are constantly learning and relearning–that the spaces and communities we claim as queer and immigrant and brown and poor and working people are often at odds, often fail to recognize that individuals who claim multiple oppressed experiences exist. While finding spaces and communities which can house our complete identities are rare, we cannot always afford the luxury of rejecting queer spaces which are classist, rejecting Brown spaces which are queerphobic, rejecting immigrant spaces which are racist, and so on. Loving and fighting for our communities means holding them in their complex entireties–in precisely the ways which they do not always know how to hold us. It means struggling with patience as well as passion, and making careful decisions about which battles we are ready and willing to engage, and when maintaining our needed place in a community is not worth the struggle.

As oppressed people in general, but particularly as people of multiple oppressions, we make constant decisions about which battles we are willing to fight, and what the potential outcomes might be: Do we call our friends out for using the misogynistic language that everyone in our hood uses? Do we come out to coworkers and risk losing a job? Do we send our kids to a better-resourced school if it means they will be the only Brown students in their class? Do we brave the violence of home if it means being around people who speak our languages, know how to dance our music, and understand our humor? Every day we find personal answers to these kinds of questions, and make choices about which struggles, big or small, we are prepared to take on within any given moment. To make these choices, sometimes deciding that we are not ready to fight a certain fight, is to take an active stance, not a passive one, as certain members of our communities who may not share all of our oppressions sometimes lead us to believe. Thinking actively about how we can participate in resistance in ways which protect and sustain us, is necessary for carrying on long term struggles for justice, and our duty to ourselves as members of those struggles. With that in mind, how do we make those choices actively? How do we choose our battles in ways which are healthy for ourselves, honoring of our communities, and still dangerous for the systems which do us harm?

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I am a multiethnic, mixed-class, queer man who is dedicated to radical education, brown feminist theory and community-committed activism. I am interested in the transformation of public education into a genuinely justice-based social institution, and am always excited to exchange experiences and ideas with those who share that passion. Please check out my blog, RADICAL FAGGOT, at radfag.wordpress.com.

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2 thoughts on “Choosing Our Battles: Standing By the Communities We Seek to Challenge

  1. I’ll be thinking of this post – and especially the last question – a lot.

    Honoring and respecting students – but not in the traditional, “authority”-privileging “respect your teacher” kind of way – seems essential to me, as well.

    With thanks,
    C

    Posted by Chad Sansing | July 28, 2012, 7:42 pm
  2. You raised an extremely thick matter.

    I find it troubling that merely speaking up or speaking out has come to be viewed as ‘violence’ or, as you say, a ‘battle’. Perhaps in the absence of overt physical violence the signs/symbols of oppression have come to be largely comprised of verbiage which are proxies for physical violence.

    While thinking about this post since it went up on your own blog, “The Tank Man of Tiananmen Square” has come to my mind time and again. He was certainly killed, quite possibly after being physically tortured, for daring not only speak, but to also act.

    I wonder if he had any idea as to the impact his speech-act would have, and then I wonder about Stonewall, and the Occupations of Alcatraz, Wall Street and of Schools…

    Best,
    Brent

    Posted by Brent Snavely | August 1, 2012, 6:45 am

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