Saturday, June 18, 2016

Water as Caste Gail Hennessy #18


Water as Caste
Learning the World

 
1. for Namdeo Dhasal, Indian Poet and Activist
I dived
into the clear pond 
the water
cocooned me in its skin of silk

 but water was not my birthright

 boys stoned me
for defiling their water
the water that came
as rain from one heaven

 
my mother beat me
for defiling
what belonged to
those boys
of higher caste

 
I was beaten
for submerging myself
in what
was not mine to claim

 
what marked me
forever
the water or the stones
or my mother
teaching me my place
an untouchable in the world.

 
2 for Treopia Washington, Activist, Little Rock, U. S.
I was  four years old
a young girl learning to read
I went to town
with my mother
in the square
were two bubblers
one of black porcelain
one of white

 the black one
said ‘coloureds’
and I was beginning to read

 I asked my mother
what does this mean

 she replied
drink from either
it is your choice

 my lips bent to a
waterfall that kissed my lips.

 
Gail Hennessy  2016.

3 comments:

  1. Two very powerful pieces, Gail. The role of the mother teaching children their place in the world: one perpetuating the status quo, the other disolving it.

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  2. Yes, beautiful counterpoint. I particularly like that we aren't told which one the girl drank from, because it is truly irrelevant.

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  3. I appreciated your comments Barbara and Rosemary. What intrigues me that two different treatments lead to a same result. Both children became activists for racial equality.

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