I was a teenage when Harper Lee's To Kill A Mockingbird was published. I may not have read it until I was in college. I do remember hearing a number of times variations on a quotation attributed to Mockingbird's author:
“You can choose your friends but you sho' can't choose your family, an' they're still kin to you no matter whether you acknowledge 'em or not, and it makes you look right silly when you don't.”
some kin can be prickly, especially at Christmas
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In describing what The Kinship Project intends to accomplish, Gavin Van Horn writes:
No matter what expression of media is used for CHN’s Kinship Project, we anticipate stories that do the following: disrupt human chauvinism, counter and complicate narratives of human identity that are based on individualistic ideologies, and celebrate what it means to be human in relation to our fellow earthling kin. At a time when human fidelity with the natural world seems to be fraying, the Kinship Project will bring forward stories of solidarity, highlighting the deep interdependence that exists between humans and the more-than-human world. We will explore challenging questions, including how communities might fairly and effectively give voice to non-human beings and landscapes, and attend to the cosmologies, mythic narratives, and everyday practices that embrace a world of other-than-human persons as worthy of response and responsibility.
Native Americans have long depended on the kinship of a more-than-human world
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Based on my initial reactions and responses, after the aforementioned several readings of the article describing the project, CHN's Kinship Project has already attained in me several of its objectives. My mind and heart have been disrupted, my identity narrative complicated, and, in light of my long-standing observations about how poorly we humans treat many of our closest kin, I've been challenged to follow along and learn about how to improve my own response and responsibilities to other-than-human-persons that share the world I inhabit. Who knows, in the process I may even enhance my relationships with my human kin, close and extended. Care to join us? What better Christmas present could we hope for than a chance to build a better world for ourselves and our descendants?
Kinship
Two setsof family stories,one long and detailed,about many centuriesof island ancestors, all livingon the same tropical farm...The other side of the family tells storiesthat are brief and vague, about violencein the Ukraine, which Dad's parentshad to flee forever, leaving all theirloved onesbehind.They don't even know if anyonesurvived.When Mami tells her flowery tales of Cuba,she fills the twining words with relatives.But when I ask myUkrainian-Jewish-American grandmaabout her childhood in a villagenear snowy Kiev,all she reveals is a singlememoryof ice-skatingon a frozen pond.Apparently, the lengthof a grown-up'sgrowing-up storyis determinedby the differencebetween immigrationand escape.
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