it’s hard to be a person of color, someone whose identity’s foundational stone was set in the non-western world and engage with media, history, or culture produced by the west. one is constantly negotiating a minefield. with all its politico-historical analysis and feeling, the russian invasion of ukraine is not a global south problem. it does not, for the most part, involve people of color. yet western commentators, media and politicians found ways of dragging in the other and raising their glass to racism.
first the bulgarian PM said something like: ‘these are not the refugees we are used to. they are european, intelligent, educated people, some are IT programmers…this is not the usual refugee wave of people with an unknown past. no european country is afraid of them.’
in the british telegraph, daniel hannan wrote emotionally: ‘they seem so like us. that is what makes it so shocking. war is no longer something visited upon impoverished and remote populations. it can happen to anyone.’
on france’s BFM TV, a commentator pontificated: ‘we’re not talking here about syrians fleeing the bombing of the syrian regime backed by putin, we’re talking about europeans leaving in cars that look like ours to save their lives.’
and on america’s CBS news a world-weary guy declared: ‘this is not a place like iraq or afghanistan…’ he was generous enough to call ukrainian cities ‘relatively civilized’ and ‘relatively european,’ confessing how he had to choose those words carefully.
to hell with these people and their parochial, racist worldview. posting this graphic to remind everyone that folx are the same everywhere, war is always repugnant, and some of the most grotesque violence in the world is funded and wielded by the ‘civilized’ west.
stop wars everywhere. and let people move freely and safely.
#waronukraine #russianwar #ukraine #russia #warsucks #stopwars #syria #iraq #afghanistan #refugeesarehumanbeings #europeanracism #europeanexceptionalism #westernmedia #europeanpolitics #racistinfrastructure #racisthistory
Author: mara.ahmed
my review: the tragedy of macbeth
joel coen’s ‘the tragedy of macbeth’ is stunning. i will take a risk and say that i love how americans do shakespeare, at least on film. there is something earthy and unpretentious, something instinctually physical and meaty in how it’s performed and collated. the mise en scene, art direction, and cinematography usually fit like a glove. i am thinking of two films in particular: julie taymor’s ‘titus’ and now this new take on macbeth.
part horror film, part psychological thriller beset with political intrigue, macbeth straddles many dimensions. it’s a topsy turvy world where ‘fair is foul, and foul is fair.’ coen creates this backdrop in black and white, with the distorted perspective, enclosed spaces and illusory beauty of an MC escher print.
the audio visual construction of the film is spot on. as isaac butler describes: ‘the circling crows. the fog out of which characters emerge. the ominous strings of carter burwell’s score. the dripping and knocking and pounding. these fragments remain, like the shards of a dream, one you’re happy to have awakened from but also long to return to, so you can discover what profundities lie within.’
the acting is top-notch throughout the film, but i want to write about denzel washington, one of the most effortless AND sophisticated, subtle AND volcanic actors in the world. he plays macbeth as an older, world-weary man such that lines like ‘it is a tale/ told by an idiot, full of sound and fury/ signifying nothing’ make a lot of sense. his voice smooth and placid like velvet contrasts vividly with his descent into tyranny, madness, and then despair. a wonderfully dialed down, textured performance.
this is what i love about shakespeare in an american accent. there is an ease to it, a visceral understanding and physicality. and absolutely no need for telegraphing too much.
#thetragedyofmacbeth #thetragedyofmacbethmovie #filmreview #joelcoen #macbeth #denzelwashington #denzel #shakespeare #film
northport with ammi abbu
spent the day with ammi abbu in beautiful northport, where we had moroccan chicken sandwiches at bistro 44 and met artist mary ahern at the firefly artists gallery/collective – my first meeting w a local artist.
#thefireflyartists #artistcollective #northport #longisland #bistro44 #moroccanfoodisdelish #ammiabbu #ammiabbu

roc art and artists
lunch with the brilliant karen faris whose incredibly creative, multilayered, textured work speaks to me personally. and then at roco to see erica bryant’s whimsical collages that capture the free association and complex patchwork nature of dreams. arseniy and i were lucky to get a private tour. a must-see, rochester peeps!



in rochester
my review: south of the border, west of the sun
finished reading ‘south of the border, west of the sun’ last night, my second book by haruki murakami. i’ve also read ‘norwegian wood’ which my daughter and i agreed was uncomfortably cringy on account of the graphic, borderline pushy sex the male narrator has with women who are mentally and emotionally fragile, depressed or broken. it reads like abuse.
‘south of the border’ follows the same pattern in that the female characters are poorly drawn. they are tragic victims of hormone-driven male misadventures and blend inelegantly into background noise, or they’re mysterious sex goddesses dedicated to male pleasure in its oddest configurations (they disappear soon after the male narrator has climaxed), or they are the good girlfriends and wives who endure unimaginable pain and humiliation but remain devoted to whatever relationship the male narrator can manage.
according to katarina kio, murakami’s work is ‘incredibly gendered’:
‘The perniciousness of… women as “mediums” becomes evident in Murakami’s novels. Women in his work are often constructed as solely vessels for the self-actualisation of men. One-dimensional female characters orbit around existentially challenged male leads, experiencing relatively little character development of their own.’
murakami is not alone. sex, its depiction and language, and the power dynamics it inscribes are equally unsettling in other universally admired writers such as gabriel garcia marquez, v. s. naipaul, philip roth and michel houellebecq.
they make me feel like i’ve stepped into an outdated, highly misogynistic male fantasy. it’s alienating and unpleasant. makes me realize how grateful i am for writers like elena ferrante whose work i devoured as soon as it became known to the english-speaking world. it was like stepping into another dimension. a place were women were central and in focus, where their thoughts, desires and relationships could begin to be articulated and made real, where they were flesh and blood rather than hollow specters subservient to the quirks of male psychology and anatomy.
to women writers and an alternative literary canon.
#harukimurakami #southoftheborder #elenaferrante #alternativeliterature #womenwriters
after the snowstorm
at frank melville memorial park with ammi, to check out the aftereffects of the snowstorm. the sun is shining with abandon today and the sky this glorious, uninterrupted, intense blue. no filter. birds are making merry and lending a melodious dimension to sun and sky. life is beautiful.
#frankmelvillememorialpark #frankmelvillepark #bombogenesis #snowstorm #sunandsky #bluestsky #sunshine #snowphotography #snowinstagram

rochester visit coming up soon
rochester fam! i will be in town, in snowy rochester, feb 11-14. going to art exhibitions evening of feb 4 but pls let me know if u wanna meet earlier that day or on the 5th. coming back on the 6th. i know covid is insane right now, but thought i’d ask anyway. maybe a cup of coffee or a walk?
#comingbackhome #rochesterny #artexhibitions #connectingwithfriends
chai and methai at the beach
this evening we made some chai and got some methai from bengali sweets, in hicksville, and then went and watched the sunset at west meadow beach, right next to our house. a delicious mix of cold wind, hot tea, and radiant sky and water. sister, ammi, abbu, and the husband – what could be better?
#chaiislove #methai #bengalisweets #hicksville #sunsets #sunsetsofinstagram #sunsetphotography #sunsetlover #coldwind #hotchai #sweetmethai #westmeadowbeach #setauket #setauketny #familyiseverything

my sister’s here
happy birthday saba
happy birthday to one of my closest friends in college. saba could always be counted on to do the right thing, right by her family and friends. everything done seamlessly and with grace. she and her family were central to my years at IBA and later when i worked in karachi. they anchored me. i have learned so much from them. happy birthday dear saba. u are one of a kind <3

hostage situation at a synagogue
so relieved that the hostage situation at the colleyville synagogue ended without any hostages being hurt. the captor was killed, not sure how, but the hostages escaped or were let go and are safe. thank god.
bringing violence and terror into a house of worship is a special kind of horror, whether in texas, pittsburgh, christchurch, quebec city, charleston or birmingham, whether within the purview of what we mourn and condemn officially or further away in the darkest recesses of empire and settler colonialism (remember the house to house killings in fallujah including shootings inside a mosque during the US siege, or more recently, the brutal raid on al-aqsa mosque).
a special kind of horror.
don’t know if we will ever learn the truth about the texas hostage-taker (msm will agitate, jumble together and churn out its own political fantasies), but i wish he hadn’t dragged aafia siddiqui into his delusions.
aafia siddiqui is living her own horror, the kind where one is reduced to sub-human chaff, a by-product of the war on terror’s systems of annihilation – bleeding, screaming, squashed waste stowed away in guantanamo or miscellaneous black sites and prisons. she was disappeared in 2003, near islamabad, along with her 3 children (the youngest was 6 months old at the time and is still missing, presumed dead). she has been detained, tortured, kept in solitary confinement for almost 20 years. it’s beyond comprehension, perhaps beyond human empathy or compassion. a lot of what was ‘churned out’ to justify her destruction, reads like lurid accusations of witchcraft back in the 1600s. her family has nothing to do with what happened. her brutalization started a long time ago. her nightmare needs to end.
Kinds of love
From John Steinbeck’s letter to his eldest son Thom, November 1958:
There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.
Photo: My love, Montauk, August 2021
#johnsteinbeck #quotes #love #kindsoflove #kindness #respect #consideration #strength #wisdom #mylove #montauk

west meadown beach when it’s cold
went with the husband on his run. don’t run but love walking. took pictures and enjoyed the mix of glacial wind and bright sunshine. met kevin who comes often on his bike and told me about the robins and the coming rain storm, on sunday. love west meadow beach <3
#westmeadowbeach #setauket #eastsetauket #windandsun #glacialwinds #brightsunshine #runningandwalking #naturechangesyou







