Last summer, as part of #PicadorMessages, Don Mee Choi sent us the moving text “Berlin – Seattle”, which she wrote after the Black Lives Matter March in Seattle-King County on June 12, 2020:
Berlin - Seattle
Thoughts and impressions of Picador Guest of Honor 2019 Don Mee Choi:
On May 30, 2020, I watched on TV a large peaceful Black Lives Matter march proceeding through downtown Seattle. Then in late afternoon, the protest intensified, and a city-wide curfew was enforced in Seattle. The curfew continued on for several nights before it was finally discontinued. But every time I received an alert about the curfew on my phone, I was immediately transported back to my childhood in South Korea. I grew up with a midnight curfew, so I didn’t really know what a curfew was until my family escaped from the US-backed dictatorship.
“But the biggest darkness of all was the midnight curfew. I didn’t know the curfew was a curfew till my family escaped from it in 1972 and landed in Hong Kong. That’s how big the darkness was.” —from DMZ Colony (Wave Books, 2020)
Last Friday, June 12, 2020, my husband and I wore masks and gloves and joined the silent march/general strike organized by Black Lives Matter Seattle-King County. It is estimated that about 60,000 people showed for the march. From Judkins Park to Jefferson Park, from one hill to another, I could see one long, continuous stream of marchers. I spotted this poignant signpost at the march.
Earlier in March, while I was still a fellow of Berliner Künstler Programm des DAAD, I often walked from Potsdamer Platz to daadgalerie in Kreuzberg and would stop for a few minutes to look at the commemorative plaque of W.E.B. Du Bois on Oranienstrasse. There is a small leaf stuck on top right of the plaque. I read it as a sign, as a small wing. (In Berlin, I started working a new manuscript called “Wings of Utopia.”) As soon as I returned to Seattle, I had to observe a two-week long self-quarantine, so I had plenty of time to read as well as clean and disinfect my place. I decided to read Du Bois’s The Souls of Black Folk, so I could pretend that I was still in Berlin.
“It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity.” —The Souls of Black Folk (1903)
I have been reflecting on how the social, political, historical contexts from which his notion of “double-consciousness” arises still persist. Black lives are still measured “by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity.” The great poet and anti-colonial theorist Aime Cesaire’s anti-colonial equation is still relevant in terms of global racism:
“colonialism = ‘thingification.’” —Discourse on Colonialism (1955)
As a daughter of a neocolony, I have experienced first-hand the US global military domination. US imperialism means intensification of poverty, dehumanization of Black lives and other racialized lives at home and abroad, profit over health, oil over climate crisis, endless wars over social welfare, borders over asylum, Wall Street over Main Street, “thingification” and “thingification,” over and over.