Toward Supreme Love in Self – (This Is an Endarkened, Feminist, New Literacies Event)
If…then (Asher speaks: A story)
I blocked the significance of his message for a long time.
After my crying spell, I acted like it didn’t matter. I compartmentalized it and pushed it out of my head. But of course, compartments get full and overflow. Stories overlap and intersect. They always matter. They represent answers and must be read and reread to acquire knowledge and make meaning. The midnight message he left was no different. The meaning I gave it came to light near the end of the spring in 2002. Hindsight is 20/20 and usually painfully ironic. For example, today, I looked through some of the memorabilia I kept since the fall of 2001. Around that time, I started to collect newspaper articles, photographs, and journal responses to documentaries and newscasts about Terrorism. I wanted to map the progression of the change. I found a bunch of articles by Nicholas Kristof of the New York Times.
In one of his columns he told a matter-of-fact story about women who are beaten into marriage in Afghanistan. The idea of being ferociously assaulted into a lifelong commitment with a veritable stranger or a close relative astounds me. The familial betrayal, the governmental control, and the communal agreement to disregard the rights and powers of a citizen and lover…each sociocultural and socioemotional blow overwhelmed me. Here’s the breakdown of one story: Ellaha, a 19-year-old Afghan college student was pulled from her pursuit of her education to marry her cousin,...