The new collection of hardcover journals, GENES,SIS concerns we teastained women’s vital need to dewesternize. Western culture is designed to keep us base like its own people: money-worshipping, irreverent, amnesic, insouciant, hypersexed and matriarchally myopic. This culture has reacked havoc on our original lands/cultures and in return it expects us to forget its horrors and just assimilate. But when we assimilate we lose not just ourselves but our cultural mandates on this planet. In resistance, we must return to our origins, our cultures, our books, our way of telling time—and our hope.
But how can our journaling practice become dewesternized? Obviously, journaling is imperative for us to preserve our cultures in real time but how do we reclaim it from the white male’s narcissistic documentary practice to remember all the peoples he’s killed off and the lands he has stolen? How do we reclaim it from silly notebook collecting? From “Harriet the Spy” style voyeuristic jots that dehumanize our loved ones, those we observe or situations we are too young and/or inexperienced to truly overstand? From sad accunts of times regretted that we hide from our descendants? From weak ramblings?
Dewesternizing our journals means coming into the rememberance of who we are— our nonwestern identities as melanated peoples. We are the original times-keepers and calendar makers. We are the original historians. Our handwritten books have always been used to teach our descendants how we occupied our time on this planet before passing the eras to them. Our books preserve our cultures; they are documents of guidelines for children’s children to follow so they can prevail in the ways of our peoples. And today our journals should be written to continue this tradition.
Enslavement and colonization; being killed off and experiencing injustices have been major interruptors in our historicizing practice: our journals contain reactions to these violences instead of words for our cultural futurism. And this isn’t a problem, as these live witness accounts are also history. But as time goes on Western culture has built up a system of assimilation where we get jobs and paychecks and get to watch tv and use social media on our $1500 phones but be clueless as to how it’s maintaining our mental suppression, docility. We’ve gone from passion against Western systems’ violence towards us to being pacified and domesticated by its cheap baubles like college, 9-5s, fake money, christianity, and media. We have been literally and physically drugged. As a consequence, our books have gone unwritten.
But there’s still time. Where are the next generation of historicizing scribes who will dedicate themselves to mental sobriety and abstaining from Western culture’s cheap thrills to be able to document its agendas so the next generation won’t make the same mistakes? This is where we need to be headed: no more documenting selfish ramblings that won’t do work in the lives of our future generations. No more writing about what’s bothering us. Time to document strategies from struggles. Revelations from on high. Insights on the foolishness happening during your day. Powerful memories about generational curses you’re operating to eradicate and generational blessings you’re setting into place. Time to document your spiritual trials and how you overcame them. Time to document all you’re fasting from until you lose a taste for it—sugary foods, crappy music, random sex partners, toxic mindsets. Document your changing your conversation from English language curses (like “good morning” and “hello”) to wholistic life-giving language. Time to go from journaling to historicizing…