Posts Tagged ‘space’

 Our past training on power, privilege and oppression has warped much of my thinking. It broke the puzzle that I had so neatly constructed as it threw the pieces all over the ground, similar to the way an angry child who does not know how to control their emotions does. And now my puzzle pieces are all over the floor…now what?

 In the context of social justice I doubt that it’s  a case of putting these pieces together. Maybe they’re suppose to be all over the floor. Maybe this shift in paradigm that comes with opposing the binary and dismantling systems is suppose to be an angry child throwing puzzle pieces. Why? Because that carefully constructed puzzle of a supposed “masterpiece” that are our institutions, is not working.

All of this turns a rather irrelevant turn into what I’m actually getting to. So, picture this; there I am completely thwarted after our training and I come home antsy. Feeling uncomfortable and not finding my place for some reason or another. As I decide I need a moment to myself, a moment of clarity,recognition and familiarity what do I do? 

 I grab my laptop and  drive to the nearest Starbucks. I needed time to think, reflect, and have a space to jot down my thoughts. Compliments of the Public Allies program.       

 But wait ,was it really going to be over a cup of chai?

Guess so.

 My “moment” of…whatever it is that I thought I needed turned into the purchase of a cup of chai and some pumpkin bread. Was my moment gone? Or did I just share it with Starbucks? That conglomerate of a monster corporation that is slowly leaking in to our communities; sometimes wanted, sometimes deeply loathed. Responsible for the commodification of the tranquility and intimacy of a coffee visit.

 Wait, did Starbucks did just commodify my “moment”? Yup.


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Watching this makes me very sad. As a Muslim women whose partner is from this town, I can’t seem to shake off the shock and pain each and every time I see displays of Islamophobia, no matter how common they are, in my world.

I’m hoping tomorrow’s conversation on power, privilege, and race can hold the space for me to let go and maybe transform some of this bottled up hurt. Into what? I have no idea…

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