This is an interesting feature about the way one American school frames the educational experience for children. I like the way they recognise how multi-dimensional consciousness is, how holistic is the learning experience, and how complex is the human being.
The language has become insufficient
for the expression of my experience.
I find no words
to articulate the truth of my being,
and so my experience cannot be known,
even to myself.
Because my experience is deeper than my known concepts allow,
the articulation of my experience is taboo.
Sometimes, I feel the language is my enemy
that causes me to articulate pain –
the language is very good at articulating pain –
and even a word like love
does not express what I know it to be.
Some words I painfully dig up from my depth
already provoke strange looks,
as if I have ventured into unholy territory,
or maybe it is that those
with whom I have had the misfortune to commune
continue to trade
the same old powerless concepts among themselves.
I suppose that might happen
to those who have not yet become aware
that language has not organically
occurred on our planet,
but is a creation of the savvy
to serve the needs of the powerful.
It’s no coincidence,
that the rich + powerful
always seem to have larger vocabularies
than the dispossessed,
who are dispossessed
because they do not know
and do not have the words to know
that the paradigm
in which they live
and endure the hardest conflicts
and makes invisible
the truth of their experiences,
expresses only the ideas of their lords who despise them,
and leaves them struggling to speak,
because everybody knows
poor people don’t talk good.
I found this insight about Africans deeply interesting. I, myself, have not yet visited Africa, but I have a good friend who goes there all the time, and he makes the same observations – Africans are generous, good and trusting people. When Africans leave our Motherland and migrate to the Caucasian countries, they succumb to the Caucasian paradigm and the lethal conditions set up specially for them. I think Black people should definitely stop thinking within the Caucasian paradigm and get to know ourselves. We should stop regurgitating the Caucasian narrative about us, and begin to listen to our own people, our own teachers, our own elders.
This may sound racist but it is not, i honestly love people… all people, White, Black, Indian, Colored etc and have close friends from all walks of life and all racial and religious sub sets of humanity, but this morning i realized something that in my life, *personal reflection, not a fact or judgement… i have experienced abuse and insults, anger and aggression far more from White, Indian, and Colored people (in that order) and far less from Black people… and blacks are in the majority in this country, South Africa. I think that says alot about African Consciousness!
In fact i struggle to find an incident where a black person was really rude and hurtful towards me. Yes there is crime here and yes you are more likely to be mugged or robbed by a black person, but that has alot more to do with poverty and we all…
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There is a real – but largely concealed – war which is taking place throughout the African continent. It involves the United States, an invigorated Russia a
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