There are experiences I can not write about here. Experiences that depict patriarchal violence in an intimate sphere, that feel impossible to describe to a predominantly white audience. Because my abuser looks like me. At a time when racism is so naturalised that even I see a potential terrorist in a stranger that could just as well be my brother, no goodwill in the world can fool me into thinking that the connection between men from the Middle East and the oppression of women isn’t an immediate one. An attempt at explaining this violence using explanatory models that I aim to oppose would be as devastating as the experience itself.
– Athena Farrokhzad
Excerpt from her review of Yahya Hassan in Aftonbladet, 22/01/2014
Vitsvit (Albdinalb) este un joc de cuvinte, care vine de la alb și „glumă. ‘Svit’ e un cuvânt care îmi place foarte mult și care desemnează o suită ce poate fi muzicală sau poetică. În același timp, cuvântul înseamnă și rană sau consecință a războiului” – spune poeta într-un interviu.
To think that I sucked at those breasts
To think that she put her barbarism in my mouth
My father said: Whose father are you rendering
My mother said: Whose mother are you rendering
My brother said: Whose brother is being referred to
My grandmother said: If you don’t finish chopping the vegetables soon there won’t be any dinner