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This is a guest
post from my partner, Hassina Malik;
I've been up
all night thinking about all the things that make me who and what I am, and how
those things are shifting.
I am a woman, I
am Black, I am West Indian, I am a mother, I am a sister, I am a socialist, I
am a feminist, I am a Labour Party member. I am a Local Government Worker, I am
a trade unionist...and so much more.
I am part of
many different groups that are combinations of these. For instance, I meet with
socialists who are trade unionists, or Local Government Workers in the Labour
Party, or West Indian women. It's not at all strange that each of these groups
are so different and yet I fit comfortably into each. This is because each
reflects different aspects of myself as demonstrated in each of these
associations.
In each setting
I can express various facets of who I am. In my capacity as a West Indian woman
I am able to discuss and even joke about things that women from other parts of
the world will not relate to. As a Black Labour Party Member I am able to meet
and share thoughts on issues that other LP members will not be able to relate
to. The ability to freely engage with others with whom I share common
characteristics fulfils me. I feel whole because I am able to express all of
who I am and what I think in each setting.
Sometimes these
groups are less broken down and a gathering of Black women (from all cultures
and nations) is the place where I feel comfortable and safe to express my
thoughts and feelings. Or a in a group of all West Indians irrespective of sex
and gender. Or a group of trade unionists.
I consider the
ability to gather in groups of my choice a right that I value. As part of each
I feel less isolated and more connected. I am a better human being because of
these interactions. I am able to develop my thinking and contribute to the
growth of each group. Indeed the essence of my humanity is defined by the
shared experiences of these associations.
In the recent
past I feel that my ability to choose a group or gathering that fits me, is
much less my choice, but the choice of others. As a result, I believe that
my ability to express my thoughts has been curtailed and I am less fulfilled as
a human being.
At work Black
staff who are far more likely to face discrimination meet to share views, to
comfort and console each other when distressed. These meetings of Black staff
now have white staff in attendance. To make it worse it is often Black staff
who insist that white staff remain. When I and others object to the presence of
white staff we are branded trouble makers, radicals and even racist. Yes,
racists. It would seem that I can no longer be who I am in my choice as a Black
worker to meet and support those with whom I identify. I cannot be a Black
worker, together with other Black workers, talking together about our unique
experience, and helping each other. Some Black staff will become afraid of
consequences and not return. That is the purpose - to shut down debate, to
diminish our voices.
In another part
of my life I am a supporter of the rights of Palestinians to live in peace,
free from persecution, hunger and brutality. I know that their plight is
at the hands of the zionists in the State of Israel. As a young woman I once
heard Desmond Tutu say the fight against apartheid is in Palestine as much as
it was in South Africa. Nelson Mandela said much the same. Like them I feel the
injustice of what is happening to Palestinians as deeply as I felt about the
brutality of apartheid in South Africa. I try to do all I can, as I did as a
girl against the South African state - I boycott Israeli goods and I support
sanctions.
Unlike the
approval I received as a girl for standing against apartheid South Africa, I am now
likely to be called anti-semitic for the statements in the previous paragraph, for
attending meetings that call for sanctions against Israel and supporting the
rights of Palestinians. Many committed anti-racists and anti-fascists have been
branded in this way because they have called Israel what we called South Africa
- a nation responsible for a brutal apartheid system. This is also
being done by people on the Left to others on the Left.
And here again,
where I should have the right to peacefully meet and share views, I and others
are met with hostility in a bid to shut down discussion. It would seem I can no
longer be who I am in my choice as a Black person to support those with whom I
identify as oppressed. Branded anti-semitic, venues will not permit entry and
those attending any meetings will face loud, angry accusations and protests.
Some activists will become afraid and not return. That is the purpose - to shut
down debate, to diminish our voices.
In yet another
part of my life, as a political woman I choose to gather with other natal women
to discuss shared views and experiences. In such a forum I am able to be open
and to discuss issues unique to that group. And if as part of a group of
women, a sub-group of Black women chose to meet to the exclusion of the white
women I would not expect the white women to challenge this and would expect
them to understand.
But attending
gatherings of natal women to the exclusion of trans women has become hazardous,
as some trans women feel that it is their right to be included in all gatherings of natal
women. I do not disagree that it is appropriate that all women (natal and
trans) have the right to meet and share similar experiences - in particular the
shared experience of oppression, and I note that trans women will have shared,
unique experiences that natal women will not share. This issue has become
divisive and fails to recognise much of the considerations I have expressed
earlier.
Yet another
area of my life where I should have the right to self expression and the
freedom to choose is being closed to me. I and others are met with hostility
and accusations, in a bid to shut down discussion and silence our voices.
So much
of what has been fought for and achieved by our predecessors has been eroded. Eroded
by a lack of education and the failure of movements to inform each new
generation of what was fought for and achieved. Eroded by identity politics
removed from class politics (‘more that unites us than divides us’). Eroded by
wealth (‘when you’ve got nothing, you’ve got nothing to lose’).
So I ask, who
am I when all around my voice is being silenced? How can we as human beings
have progress and unity through understanding of ourselves if we are silenced?
Silenced by others and by each other.
As working
class people and as oppressed groups we will have to seek the answers to these
questions. We can only do this together. Our strength is in our numbers.
If we continue to attack each other and permit others to attack and divide us
ultimately we will all be silenced. And that is the goal of our REAL
enemy.