MIA speaks out on political turmoil in Sri Lanka

Everybody's favorite browngirl pop star, MIA, recently spoke with Toure about the political upheaval in Sri Lanka:

“The situation is systematic genocide, ethnic cleansing,” she says by phone from L.A. “I want my fans to know I’m not tryin’ to be like Bono. Someone Irish talking about what’s going on in Africa. I actually come from there and the fact is that this is happening now. The war has been going on for a long time, but it stepped into the genocide bracket recently with the new President. I lived in Sri Lanka when the campaign for ethnic cleansing started and if I could stop it and see the end of it in my lifetime that would be amazing. I can’t justify my success otherwise. I can’t justify getting nominated for an Oscar or a Grammy, that to me wouldn’t mean anything if I don’t actually get to speak about this. It’s not like I’m trying to sell records, I’m trying to stop the death of 350,000 people this month.”

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The situation in Sri Lanka has become increasingly precarious, as thousands have been murdered, including many children.

MIA named her first album, Arular after her father, who founded the Eelam Revolutionary Organisation of Students (EROS). The group, called "militant" by the Sri Lankan government and its western allies, has fought for nearly four decades to establish an independent Tamil state. Their efforts have often come in the face of violent and repressive measures by state government officials.

As far as MIA goes, her family was eventually forced to flee as refugees from Sri Lanka to India and, finally, to London.

She was recently nominated for a Grammy for her track "Paper Planes" and an Oscar for the Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack.


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Hands ...

Don't tell my scientist boss, but I believe that you can tell a lot about a person by examining their hands. I obviously understand that the lines on our palms were formed when we curled up our fists in a womb for 9 ish months. And I don't entirely subscribe to the old South-Asian adage about our "kismet" or fate being written in the curves of those lines. The pre-written "kismet" is used as a crutch too often to accept unacceptable status-quo's. But there are stories in the texture and wrinkles on the skin, the frayed edges around the cuticles,how the hands rest when they are trying to give off a put-on sense of confidence ... there's just something about hands.

This musing about hands was sparked by a facebook note posted by one of my boos and it struck a chord. And it took me back to one of my favourite spoken word performances by Sarah Kay. Enjoy!

Pedestals and Pillars: For Women of Color (with help from Nikki Giovanni’s “Hands: For Mother’s Day)

We of the unacceptably and exceptionally strong take pride in the strength of our hands…and our hearts, our minds, our souls our wills….we are on pedestals and have fashioned ourselves as pillars…yet while so visible…so iconic…we are not whole…we have not healed…we cannot model…so what to do when you are of pillars and on pedestals and the base is damaged?

I yield from women whose hands are Black and rough…whose hands deserve more than to touch fire, and ice, and needles…whose hands are holding…but whose arms grow weary…whose hands are holding…but who is holding them back…when you’re on a pedestal…too much weight when you lean over to pull those you hold up… will pull you down…and what could stop that…hands don’t tell lies...you cannot hide the cracked, burned, dry hands that have too much to hold…we have to save our hands…and you have to hold our hands…who holds us up

Idle hands create devil’s work…not for us…idle hands mean emptiness…idle hands means not loving enough…idle hands means there is someone who we love…who needs these hands to hold and we are not…idle hands are failure…and if we fail…if we fall…we crush those who we hold…that is why words like rest, self, slow, self, health, self…are not unheard but misunderstood…because we have come to be defined by our hands..and that definition built for us the pedestals and of us the pillars…our hands…like our strength…is our pride…and our flaw

Whatever is not quite well about us will also not quite go away…so…of course…we use our hands to push away rather than to pull closer…we separate ourselves and our hands from the ones we hold…from each other…it is lonely and harsh on top of pedestals and at the peak of pillars…

Not always quite sure what it is we need…too in tune to our hands that hold…are holding…that caress…are caressing…that carry…are carrying…that we forget to soak them, and to soothe them, to rest them…we cannot use our hands, we cannot sit on pedestals, we cannot be pillars…if you allow us to forget…that we need…that we deserve…that we are loved…that is for you, for we, for us…so that we will always be on pedestals, and always be pillars, and always have unacceptably and exceptionally hands…