Monday, March 16, 2020

No Walls and the Recurring Dream

No Walls and the Recurring Dream: A Memoir by Ani Difranco
2019
Weight: 1.9 lbs
Method of Diposal:  I might just have to save this one a little longer...






I received this book because I made a donation to Planned Parenthood at an Amanda Palmer concert May of last year.  It is an Ani Difranco book signed by Amanda Palmer.  The world was a mess and reproductive rights were in turmoil.  Both Alabama and Georgia were introducing extreme anti-abortion bills.  Every day it seemed like Trump was carrying out some new attack on undocumented immigrants.  In the months to follow, Brett Kavanaugh would be nominated to the Surpreme Court despite sexual assault allegations.  All the progress we had made as Americans over the decades seemed to be getting stripped away from us at an alarming pace.

That night, listening to Amanda Palmer, felt like a safe space with people who understood how much it hurt to have no control over your own body.  A feeling women and queer people and people of color and disabled people have had in countless ways for countless centuries.  We carry it in our blood and the marrow of our bones.  It is in our communal and independent histories.

Now, we are in the middle of a worldwide pandemic and everything is even more fragile and unstable than many expected (even with the warnings we had--there's always so much to worry about and so many warnings), and we have the same leaders we had in May 2019.  People are scared, frustrated, confused, and many are hunkering down, looking out only for themselves, but many of us are learning that there is no way to combat this without coming together as a bipartisan community.  Without every single one of us doing our part to stop the spread.  #canceleverything This could be powerful but, right now, there is a neighborhood fair down the road and the children are being lifted in the air and swung around in the parking lot of a mall that is otherwise empty.  We are in a National State of Emergency.  Georgia is in a Medical State of Emergency.  Atlanta's mayor has called a State of Emergency for the city.  There are 181,200 confirmed cases of Covid-19 worldwide, 7,115 deaths, and 78,085 people have recovered.  We have 121 cases in Georgia and rising.  Italy has shut their nation down.  France shuts down tomorrow.  Iranians and the folks in Ohio, USA are releasing prisoners (do you know how hard it is to get people to release prisoners?!).  The English Prime Minister is still at the stage of saying wash your hands and stay home if sick.

The numbers just keep rising everywhere but in China, where the virus first hit, and where they implemented extreme quarantines.  The Italians have sent us a warning saying in 9 days we will be worse than we could ever have imagined but, in America, we want freedom even if it means death.  Always and forever.  We cannot even give it up for a month to help the world population get on top of this and recover.  People are still hitting the bars, parading, and protesting that it is just a bug, just like the flu, and only kills the elderly and physically weak, as if the elderly and physically weak were not people we love and people that we are.  As if the virus does not make exceptions and decides to strike down the young too.

The world is constantly evolving, and I am not the one to predict what people will and won't do.  They surprise me, and it is not at all uncommon for me in my entire life to feel as if I am on the outside and looking in, not a part of the world in the way others are.  I think the first time I ever felt like I could relate in a real way to popular culture/the outside world/someone I did not know--it was when I was at a music store with my grandfather as a teenager.  He said he would buy my a CD.  Somehow, by some magic, I picked up "Not a Pretty Girl" by Ani Difranco and, knowing nothing about her at all, knew I needed it.  When I got home, I listened to it with hope, with love, and with a heart wide open and then I could not turn off the craving for more. 

I am not entirely sure if I would have made it through high school without having Ani Difranco to listen to.  She made me see all those parts of myself that the kids at school tormented me for not as weaknesses but as amazing strengths I needed to wield and walk forward with. As I grew older and Ani did too, her music changed and I changed too.  We evolved and continue to, as does everyone around us.  And yet, I find myself drawn to her book, to her music, to her thoughts still.  In this time of crisis, I crave the thoughts of others and need the passion and strength they offer to know that today we fight, tomorrow we do too, and sometimes we need rest.  What I love most about the evolution of Ani is that once I saw her like a mirror (though we were nothing alike), and I needed that then.  Now, I respect her as someone different and, because I respect her, that difference can intermingle with my thoughts, feelings, and perceptions.  The more my mind contains my own thoughts and includes the thoughts of others, the more I grow as a person.

This book was good and multi-faceted.  I would have enjoyed it as an Ani fan or not.  There was a lot she touched on in a short time frame and there was a lot that was left out, I know, but I am so thankful for what she chose to share and that she could sit with me in this moment when I am afraid and unsure just like I was when I was a teenage girl and though, her words do not speak to what I am going through, I see strength in her that makes me remember my own strength and helps me to flex those muscles I sometimes forget are there.

Meanwhile, the President and the Georgia Governor ask us all to pray.  Dear God, Save Us All.  I am focused on evolving and community.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for your comment! That sounds amazing. I heard on NPR that she recently launched Righteous Babe Radio. Here is the link if you have not already seen it: https://www.righteousbabe.com/pages/radio

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