A Thought from Adrian Piper

“As we feel the strength of our numbers and the significance of our creative potentialities, we approach a readiness to drop out of the zero-sum game and claim our roles as player in a very different kind of game, in which the payoffs are not competitive but, rather, cooperative. In this kind of game, no one has to lose in order for someone else to win, because the payoffs -- self-expression, personal and creative integrity, freedom, resourcefulness, friendship, trust, mutual appreciation, connectedness—are not scarce resources over which any player must be attacked, negated, or sacrificed. Nor are the rules of this game—mutual support, honesty dialogue, sharing of resources, receptivity, self-reflectiveness, acceptance – of such a kind as to butcher the self and cheapen one’s central commitments. It does seem, in so many respects, to be a more appealing game to play. The only question is whether we are all wise enough to be willing to play it.”

-Adrian Piper

Letter From A Friend

I went to see the much buzzed about sci-fi alien south african film.
District 9. Truly impressive amongst everything else, in its magnitude of pure
xenophobia and racism.Had the makers of this film actually possessed any grain of shame,they
would have affirmed their feelings of white supremacy in a more
sophisticated way,but alas ,it is the same old mundane.An absolute disappointment of Evil’s
boring ways.I did not expect that I was about to see the most regressive, racist
stereotype-perpetuating display of classic self-indulgent colonial
white-manism.And set in a country with such a turbulent recent history
of human relations,this film is dangerous.

And it’s wild success makes me feel a great pity for those who saw it
as some charming foreign film,makes me feel a great pity at the fact that something so
obviously backward and damaging to human relations could be
entertaining.Though I realise the world is old, and people’s impulse
for justifying acts of invented fear have hardly changed ,I imagined
that at least tactics would have evolved to being a little more
refined. Having in mind the film is entirely based on District 6 – a desolate
Johannesburg area to which 60 000 black south Africans were
forcefully moved to during Apartheid,the conscious mirroring of this
painful recent reality is beyond insensitive and irresponsible.

Here is a film that chose to shamelessly occupy itself in a grandiose
40-million dollar white supremacist drama at the expense of
Africans,on African land,and what upsets me most is that at the helm
of it all is a young member of a new south African white generation,a
generation which as a young person, I have expressed empathy to,for
being the unfortunate inheritors of the effects of horrific actions
carried out by their parents and grandparents.40 million dollars would
have helped immensely to relieve the overwhelming population of HIV
patients,most of whom still live in dire poverty in post-apartheid
S.A.40 million dollars spent would have been justified if the film was
socially progressive and attempted at healing the many psychological
wounds.But 40 million dollars instead has been spent on yet another
exercise in playing God.If there was one golden opportunity to
display a progressive outlook on Africa,and African-European
relations,considering the recent history ,this was definitely a lost
one.
From its disgusting portrayal of Nigerian people , who in District 9
are allied with the aliens with whom they engage in ‘interspecies
prostitution’ and have secret desires of becoming like by eating their
alien flesh,to it’s portrayal of black south Africans who are either
just some backdrop or like in the scene where the main white
character’s black assistant who at realising there are no bulletproof
vests left, says he’ll be fine without one,even though his white
supervisor has one,indicating his life is not as precious and that as
a black man he’ll be okay in the alien shantytown anyway.
If the absolute shamelessness wasn't enough ,it then goes further by
casting an all
south African cast to play the ‘Nigerians’, who talkless of having not even
a vague west African or Nigerian accent also speak amongst themselves
in Xhosa- a south African and not Nigerian language.
I will save my rage at the Africans who agreed to depict other
Africans in such a degrading way for another letter,which will
stretch much longer than this.
Some African men are still selling each other for a momentary stuff of
their shallow pockets.
And yes,global human values towards kin and spirit have been replaced
by solely a dollar sign,but still,I will wail it out to the wind,and
if we all do ,the wind may carry the wail till it rings.
To wrap this up – my feelings regarding District 9 do not come from
mere feelings of
African patriotism,since as an African and so called Nigerian I know
that Nigeria does not exist,and is only theatre for those who continue
to benefit from such a hopeless chaos of a society.Knowing this fuels
my reaction at the slandering of humanity ,mine or anyone elses.I am
in parallel to this experience reeling at another in which
I was expected to not feel anything about a native American gathering
,in which native Americans were reduced to selling a cheap parody of
themselves for visitors to capture on their cellphones and digital
cameras.I was expected to not see it at as tragic and offensive,and an
insult on someone else’s humanity.
Because,apparently I am not native American.
And by that logic I suppose I am not a human being either.
And If I am to go further along that logic I am to assume that those people
who had fun watching District 9 have totally numbed their own sense of humanity.
I hope that my logic is wrong.
Thank you Sarahjane Blum for your protest on District 9.
To read her brilliant article ,pick up the Latest free Brooklyn Rail,p 76.
Well done Sister!

Love,

K