Episode #65: Notes on Aspiration
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Intro music: Song For Zula – Phosphorescent
Notes on Aspiration
Kevin Gotkin
[Kevin, a manâs voice:] A few months ago I moved to a new city and into a building that had once been a factory. Coming and going in the first few days, I would sometimes smell something sharp and fetid in the air. It had notes of rotten eggs or rotten cheese that seemed familiar but still strange. Soon I discovered this was not particular to my building, that the smell would breeze by me in small invisible clouds all around my new neighborhood. On long runs through sprawling campuses of oil refineries near my new home, there I would smell it too. But contrary to my guess that the smell was a byproduct of some industrial process, I learned the smell occurs naturally. Itâs in the water, supposedly deposited, as one plaque in my neighborhood says, 570 million years ago. This sulphur spring was a trading post for some of the cityâs earliest residents. It was, for decades in the mid 20th century, a popular destination to bottle sulphur water, which was believed to promote longevity, cure hangovers, and repel rats. City workers stocked it in office water coolers. Even the baseball stadium was named, until only recently, the Sulphur Dell.
I learned all this only a month after I read about widespread protest in Beirut, the capital of Lebanon. 20,000 tons of festering, summer-heated garbage had piled up in the streets of the city, a result of a closed landfill and the governmentâs inability to deliver basic city services. Fed up with the smell, but also with corruption and inefficiency, protesters took to the street wearing filter masks, chanting the two words that would spread online as fast as the stench itself: âYou stink!â
[In Arabic, a man says âYou stink and the smell of this country is shit.â Then, there are chants from the Beirut protests accompanied by the pangs of a drum keeping the beat. As the chants fade out, a song comes in: âMysterieux Messageâ by Chapelier Fou. It has a thumping, walking beat with fluttering electronic notes that makes the narration sound curious, searching for something. It continues under the narration.]
[Kevin:] Stink, it seems to me, consumes our attention because it alerts us to fact that weâre breathing, something we know, of course, but often forget. Smelling something foul is like being told to take a deep breath by your doctor who has a cold stethoscope against your back, after which you canât help but fixate on the fact that youâre always, constantly breathing. Itâs like that game that all players are fated to lose because the only rule of the game is to avoid thinking about about the game.
[The song fades out.]
[Kevin:] The breath has become a focal point in recent mobilizations for justice in the U.S. On July 17th of 2014, New York City policer officers attempted to arrest Eric Garner, an unarmed black man they suspected of illegally selling cigarettes. One of the officers put his arms around Garnerâs neck and pulled him to the ground from behind. While in the chokehold, he shouted âI canât breatheâ ten times before he lost consciousness and then died.
In the protests after Garnerâs death, these words came to describe the experience of police terror and racial injustice that the #BlackLivesMatter movement was mobilizing around the country. Garner died from a literal chokehold, which came to signify larger ones: chokeholds on Black youthâs freedom to walk down a sidewalk without being assumed criminal, chokeholds on minoritiesâ access to education and health care, chokeholds on the mobility of Americaâs poor as a result of upward redistribution of wealth. Around the country, asserting âWe canât breatheâ became a way of describing the struggle to keep up on a proverbial treadmill of charmed American life that, like a horizon, stays put no matter how fast youâre moving.
[A song fades up: âI Canât Breatheâ by Pussy Riot. It has harsh, metallic and electronic elements. In the background, it sounds like sirens are muted but warped and drawn out. Over them, a man re-voices the last words of Eric Garnerâs life. âI told you the last time, please just leave me alone. Please! Please! Donât touch me! Do not touch me! I canât breathe! I canât breathe! I canât breathe! I canât breathe! I canât breathe! I canât breathe! I canât breathe! I canât breathe! I canât breathe!â Then, the song dissolves into an electronic drone.]
[Kevin:]The breath has often been an important feature of American protest. It takes a great deal of breath to shout at the top of your lungs, a kind of cry that communicates with more than just words. Protesters shouting and marching are often out of breath. And then, sometimes, there isnât a choice. Peaceful activists since the murder of Michael Brown in August of 2014 have known the searing pain after law enforcement sprays mace into the air, what it feels like to be betrayed by your capacity to take a breath.
[A song fades up, from a YouTube video of four men singing a song that was often heard in Black Lives Matter protests around the U.S. The men sing with an acoustic guitar playing lightly underneath. âI can hear my brother crying âI canât breathe.â So now Iâm in the struggle saying âI canât leave.â We callinâ out the violence of these racist police. And we ainât gonna stop until [clap, clap] our people are free. We ainât gonna stop until [clap, clap] our people are free.â The song fades out.]
[Kevin:] On March 12th of 1990, disability rights activists approached the Capitol Building in Washington DC. The Americans with Disabilities Act, a piece of legislation that would secure sweeping anti-ableist protections, had passed in the Senate but was having trouble getting through the House.
[Sounds from that dayâs protest play. In call and response, the protester shout: âWhat do you want? ACCESS. When do you want it? NOW.â]
In a PBS retrospective, activist Michael Winter describes the start of what came to be an iconic action.
[Michael, a manâs voice:] The night before, they asked for volunteers to, you know, crawl up the steps, you know. And I thought â I thought â I thought it was a great idea. Some people were really against it. They thought that it would be really demeaning to see a bunch of disabled people crawling up steps, you know. But my feeling on it was that it was really demeaning the way the country was treating disabled people anyway. So why not let them see some, some reality? See what people have to do in order to get to the top of the building, you know?]
[Kevin:] A woman with dark hair in a wheelchair is wearing sunglasses and talking to a news camera.
[A womanâs voice, with cheers from the crowd underneath:] Weâre gonna march until the Congress starts listening to us. Theyâre â theyâre stalling the bill thatâs gonna give us equal rights and we ju- arenât asking for civil rights. Weâre demanding them, and now!]
[Kevin:] At the foot of the 100 steps that led to the entrance of the Capitol, protesters got out of their wheelchairs and started to climb. Many worked to control their legs that would stiffen and chafe against each stair. They were flanked on all sides by people offering a steady hand and photographers capturing their grimaced faces. One woman, pulling herself backwards up each step, took a break, stretched her arms out on either side, her chest heaving.
[There are more sounds of the protests. âADA now! ADA now! ADA now!â]
[Kevin:] At one point, the news cameras on the scene swarmed around one protester, an eight year-old girl with cerebral palsy who was ascending the stairs with a particular kind of fury. As she rested her chin on a step in between jerky advances, she became for many a symbol of the fierce commitment of the disability justice movement.
[There are ambient sounds of the footage from her crawl. One man shouts, âCome on Jennifer!â A woman says softly, âTake your time.â There are many camera clicks. Then, the girl shouts, âIâll take all night if I have to!â]
[Kevin:] The Americans with Disabilities act passed soon after the Capitol Crawl. And what this protest displayed in ways that Congress couldnât ignore, was how easy, how sinisterly easy it is to design the built environment such that some people are left literally at the curb. Americans with disabilities are still too often out of breath for no good reason, because theyâre late to a meeting when a buildingâs wheelchair accessible entrance is hidden around back and rarely monitored. Because theyâre struggling with a step at a shop front that could so quickly be turned into a ramp. Because theyâre breathlessly explaining to people over and over again that the sea of depictions of disabled people is unjustified and untrue. These people short of breath are also short of justice.
[A song fades up. It consists of quick, plucked strings of a guitar and then soft, flowing electronic chords. It makes the narration sound curious but also a little sad. It fades out under the narration and then the sound of a person breathing in and out come in.]
[Kevin:] In the months after Eric Garnerâs death, media artist Ian Alan Paul published a site that contains what he calls an âonline poem.â Against a white background, to the sounds of a person inhaling and exhaling, lungs appear. In the warm, bloody hues of these lungs there are images of Eric Garnerâs last moments of life. In text there are various questions.
[In between each question there is an inhale and an exhale.]
Whose breath is heard, and whose is not?
Whose breath is near, and whose is not?
Whose breath is stolen, and whose is not?
Whose breath endures, and whose does not?
[After the last question, there is a final breath and then a beat of silence.]
[Kevin:] It takes a great deal to lose awareness of the breath. An easy breath, like the smooth surface of an iPhone not yet cracked, is almost imperceptible. Until something jolts the breath out of its calm rhythm. In those moments, itâs easy to understand the breath in an ecology that links us to each other and to our surroundings. When the air we breathe gets stuffy or stinky or is in short supply, we experience something profound, something that reminds us of our shared reliance on that vital, immense store we call the sky.
[A song had faded up under the narration. It has no words, just slow and decided chords. It is both hopeful and sad.]
[Kevin:] Itâs fascinating to me that the word âaspirationâ has two meanings, one about breathing and one about desire. Perhaps theyâre more connected than we might realize at first, because the extent to which individuals can freely aspire in and out of their bodies determines to some extent what they can aspire to. Collective desires for equity and justice begin with that simple cadence of our breaths that, if weâre lucky, we donât notice at all.
[The song slowly fades.]
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