(video´s not working. I have words today)
(not being a native english speaker I will use the term “Border” in the following entry in kind of very broad sense. Which is funny)
I´m thinking about borders a lot.
State and police have banned all kinds of gatherings in large groups in Paris in relation to the COP21 climate summit. There is now a border between us, the people, the activists, the protests. DO NOT CROSS THIS LINE.
At the same time it seems as if we live in a time where borders are crossed by neccesity, by desperation, all of the time.
The young people onboard this bus has never experienced a state of emergency as the one who is currently in effect in Paris. No right to assembly. No right to protest. I listen to their talks and their murmur, they won´t do anything illegal and here I am in the corner thinking that the current borders are WRONG but at the same time knowing from personal experience how important borders are in order to gain a sense of security, seems rooted deep in our human experience, the within versus the wild.The deep dark dangerous woods.
But maybe we need different kinds of borders?
I think we need different kinds of borders…
Obviously our ideas about borders and limits (for growth) are wrong when we speak about climate change, but maybe it runs deeper?
Maybe our culture has a sick sense of borders?
Colonization, drawing straight lines, going to war over lines, defending the false lines, abolishing the true lines, invading, colonizing our emotional life as well.
What can we do about that?
(too big to fail seems to apply to everything, including borders, but then again you never know) (and also we can talk about borders on a personal level, we can talk about limits and lines, we can work with our sense of borders)
I don´t think we need to accept the current borders.
I don´t think they are legitimate (it is not legitimate to deny the voice of the people) (it´s not legitimate to push everyone out over the edge of stress… in an economic, emotional and ecological sense) (it´s not legitimate to fence yourself in with all of the goods)
I understand the anxiety and the fear regarding crossing borders, crossing the line, especially when you come from all of this safe Scandinavian white privellege (that we grew up in) yet I know from personal experience (again) that sometimes you MUST cross the lines and borders (of what you thought you were cabable of) but yet again (also from personal experience) that you need to reestablish new kinds of borders, lines, definitions… afterwards.
Woke up in the midle of the night, police, guns, waking up, cheking passports. Driving into Paris I see lots of military, red barét, guns.
It´s the guns.