March 30, 2011 § Leave a comment
call for submissions
focusing on pregnancy, birth, post partum, baby and breastfeeding
for and by: mothers, friends and allies of mothers, doulas, midwives, birthworkers, childbirth educators, childbirth advocates,
intention: to create a zine for pregnancy, birth, and the first year of motherhood centering the lives of working class, marginalized mothers and birthworkers.
submit: photos, drawings, visual art
poems, essays, fiction and non-fiction
tips, suggestions, lists of resources
check out the outlaw midwives manifesta and website: http://outlawmidwife.wordpress.com/
outlaw midwives: creating revolutionary communities of love
some suggestions for topics on which you can submit…but these are just suggestions…
suggestions for those trying to conceive. and for not conceiving. stories of conception, abortions and miscarriage.
what are the social, economic, legal consequences and limitations for marginalized mothers to make choices about how, when and where they will give birth.
tips for the first, second, third trimester. relationship with doctors, clinic, midwives, family, friends, etc.
how do our ideas of gender and sexuality influence how we view childbearing, midwifery, and parenting?
Your take on reproductive justice?
how do we resist the high infant and mortality rates?
what are the ways that community could support the childbearing year, mothers and families?
how have you navigated through the systems of welfare, protective child services, hospitals, etc?
reflect on the state of midwifery today. what do you see as the positives and negatives? how has legalization and licensing affected mothers and families access to care?
what would you want to tell a soon to be mother about pregnancy, birth, and early motherhood? or write a letter to your pre-mother or pre-pregnant self about what you should expect. what didnt you expect to happen/learn/experience in pregnancy, birth, the baby year? write a letter to you daughter and/or son about what you learned/want to pass on about pregnancy, birth, baby year.
what was your personal experience/story of birth? pregnancy, the baby year?
what did you learn/are you learning from the baby year?
what do you wish someone had told you about early motherhood and/or being a birth worker?
what do you wish you could have said to someone, but didnt?
what is your vision/ideal of how pregnancy, birth, baby year could be?
what family/traditional wisdom did you receive about pregnancy, birth, breastfeeding? what practical tips do you have for working poor mothers?
breastfeeding vs. bottle. what are the social, biological and economic influences and consequences of the choice to breastfeed or bottle feed?
what to do with the placenta? placenta art, consumption, burials?
why did you become a birth worker? what has been the highlights of the experience? what have been the difficulties?
what does ‘outlaw midwife’ mean to you?
keep it simple
deadline may 15
send submissions to maiamedicine at gmail dot com
February 17, 2011 § 1 Comment
what i realized during the 18 days was that there was no one particular role i wanted or needed to play. what i felt compelled to do was understand the revolution. from as many sides as possible. and by understand, i mean experience, get close to, get underneath, witness, live, breathe it. and then be able to respond to what was happening in the moment it was happening.
which meant sometimes i was a protester with a scarf soaked in vinegar over my nose.
and sometimes i was a mama explaining to aza what was going on outside.
and sometimes i was a friend offering a drink and a smoke.
and sometimes i was a medic offering medicines and advice.
and sometimes i was a writer taking notes and hitting ‘publish’
and sometimes i was a photographer with a camera and a smile.
and sometimes i was a translator trying to relay impossible questions.
and sometimes i was the researcher/analyst reading about the history and the future of the region
and sometimes i was just tired or confused or overwhelmed or scared or cranky or insomniac.
but underneath it all, i kept hearing this little voice saying, just understand it. just be in it. so you can understand it. pay attention. pay attention. keep waking up.
we have to keep waking up again and again. its not a one time thing. to be fully awake is a constant re-awakening from that half-sleep state of mind that we lapse into like a habit. that state where we stop paying attention and instead get all lost in our heads in fantasies about the past and the future and the not here and not now. and then we catch ourselves and we wake back up.
this is the internal revolution, to wake back up fully. during an external revolution. and both of these revolutions, the personal and the political, are constantly being refreshed. we fall into half-sleep state. we fall into social complacency and oppressions. and then we revolt.
to fully awakenedness for a moment.
and then we just do what needs to be done.
February 17, 2011 § 2 Comments
so a bunch of us were going to tahrir. and as the protests continued the checkpoints (run by protesters) to get into tahrir became more strict and numerous. at the last checkpoint, we were all asked to show our id. when our friend, o, egyptian filmaker, was asked for his id, he looked at the checkpoint guy and said, let me see your id.
check point guy didnt have an id, it turns out.
then how the fuck are you going to ask for my id, when you dont have one???
they start to argue. loudly. but o stands his ground and after a couple of minutes we get into tahrir square.
i just laugh. this is a whole new world. where no one can tell who is king and who is pauper anymore. people having to negotiate power and authority in whole new ways.
February 17, 2011 § 3 Comments
what i learned in the past month and past 31 years…
–offer free babysitting for folks who are going to hit the streets or do other kinds of work/revolt that is more difficult with children around
–let people sleep on your couch, bed, mattress, floor. offer crash space.
–if you have internet. share internet w those who dont.
–keep the bar stocked.
–keep cigarettes stocked
–if you have al jazeera english. let folks come over and watch. call folks with the latest news if you know they dont have access.
–keep basic first aid supplied handy
–be a street medic. ( i will never forget the guy who came to me with coca cola to blow in my nose to off set the effects of tear gas. it fucking worked.)
–if you can translate, do so. like it was so helpful when we could watch state tv and have someone translate for us, or watch aje and vice versa for the arabic speakers.
–joke and laugh a lot. morbid jokes are totally appropriate.
–trust chaos. (fighting it accomplishes nada)
–keep food stocked. (you never know who is coming by. or when stores will be open or closed. )
–take pictures. document. reflect the revolution to the world. tell the stories.
–fight. if you cant fight on the front lines, support the people who are fighting on the front lines.
–remember its not about you or me. its about freedom.
–model self care. (ppl who need to take time to take care of themselves are more likely to do so when they know that others around them are doing the same.)
February 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
–there are a bunch of thoughts running through my head about the ousting of mubarak and suleiman (omg we did it!) and how the revolution continues and how a lot of analysis i am reading coming out of the states doesnt seem to take into account that the revolution is not over to those who are most relevant in the discussion — the freedom fighters who put everything on the line to bring us to this huge first step.
–which leads me to thoughts about how i am getting exhausted by reading analysis by people who write as if they know what is needed next. all yr predictions were wrong so far, a month ago egypt wasnt even on yr radar, and now you know what folks here need to do to be free?
–really havent been able to write properly lately. they just come out as little sketches and notes. still processing a lot of it–mentally physically emotionally.
–there were a few moments when i was afraid. when the gunshots got too close. too many friends getting arrested. walking on october 6th bridge in the middle of the afternoon during clashes. aza telling me she had a dream that she was shot by the police, but then she flew into the air so they couldnt reach her…
–there were many many moments when i was amazed, and filled with wonder. when we took over july 26th bridge from the police despite the tear gas and riot cops gear. the community members organizing themselves to defend their neighborhoods. h, who spent days and nights at tahrir, after the police beat him and broke his leg while they imprisoned him for four days after jan 25. he had a cane, a cast, a lap top, his guitar, and a bag full of change. the way my friends just took care of the freedom fighters, journalists, artists, protesters — they basically ran a guest house for two weeks, free of charge, with much love, and a good dose of alcohol.
–so much thanks to jo and kelsey who did free babysitting for us while we cal and i went down to tahrir.
–i know. in my bones. what freedom feels like.
–seeing anarchy and chaos at work. beautiful.
February 9, 2011 § 1 Comment
also wrote this a few days ago:
—honestly, i LOVE that there is no leader of this movement. i think that the lack of up-down leadership is one of the strengths of the movement, not a weakness. because there is no single leader, no political party that can claim this movement as its own, millions (srsly millions) of people can and do participate from all walks of life. when i walk through the crowds in tahrir sq. it feels like everyone is making this movement their own.
—i am not really concerned with what happens next. i say let this moment be what it is. it is too beautiful to destroy with our need to control it by forecasting the future. two weeks i knew no one who thought that a little protest on police day could come so close to bringing down not only the egyptian govt, but spark other govts as well to make concessions to the ‘will of the people’. we can live inside this moment of uncertainty. we can be ignorant of what to do next. we can take a deep breath and trust that if we have gotten this far into a revolution we will know what to do when it is time to act. im not against organization. i just dont think that organization needs to be imposed on an organic process. let us remember that chaos creates its own patterns that we cannot predict but we can appreciate the beauty and symmetry.
—ok and fuck mubarak’s concessions. let me make this clear, if the people decided, okay, mubarak is going to step down in the fall, so lets just go home and be glad that we made the impact that we did, the next few months would be a reign of hell. mubarak would have no accountability. and most likely he would arrest, terrorize, destroy every activist, protester, revolutionary that he and his secret police could get their hands on. revenge. he would get revenge. the state violence during the summer would reach levels that i dont want to imagine. no. no. no. furthermore, he would reify a system in which he still had influence and control over the govt. and the elections would be rigged. his party, the ndp, would win. of course. no. no. no. this is a revolution. mubarak and his govt and his cronies have to go.
—personally, and this is just me, i speak for no one else, as an international, a us citizen living in egypt, i feel compelled to stay. for so many reasons. but one reason that burns brightly is…look, a lot of us americans come to egypt. work, study, live. for years. because egypt was a stable country. whatever violence was happening was not a concern to us citizens who were protected. our tax dollars paid for the stability. that stability that we enjoyed was based on the violence, structural and direct, that the egyptian and refugee people endured. and now that people are saying, no more, no more violence, no more mubarak, leaving because it is no longer that stable safe space seems, for me, hypocritical.
i benefited from the violence, aka stability, of the mubarak regime.
if i thought that aza was in danger, then i would leave. but she is not in danger.
she is getting to see what freedom looks like. close up. on the ground. in the air.
February 9, 2011 § Leave a comment
February 9, 2011 § Leave a comment
we apologize for any inconvenience, but this is a revolution
–subcomandante marcos, jan 1, 1994
so ive mostly been blogging on my tumblr account about being in the midst of the egyptian revolution. (i do not think the word ‘revolution’ is overblown. whether or not it succeeds or fails, it is a revolution…)
wrote this about a week ago:
Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000167 EndHTML:0000003724 StartFragment:0000002243 EndFragment:0000003708in cairo, the past week:
they closed the phones for nearly two days.
and the internet for five.
and the banks for five days.
everyday curfew moved up from 6pm, to 4pm, to 3 pm, to 1 pm. most people didnt give a damn about curfew and the streets were filled with folks carrying signs, laughing, shouting, taking pics on the cell phone, dancing in the streets.
you know when people are free. the joy. the sheer joy, exhausted joy, limping joy, dizzy joy, but always joy. that. that is freedom.
we are so fortunate, so amazingly fortunate, to get to witness this. a revolution. how quickly a people can go from apathy to determination. how a spark can set fire to city. and how no matter how powerful a regime, the secret police, the untouchable dictator, no matter how secure the controls — people can choose the uncertainty of freedom over the deadening silence of safety and false peace.
aza will remember this. she will remember not to trust the police and their false promises of security. she will remember that feeling of being in the midst of a free people.
i do not know what will come next. if it will fall into self-destruction, or rise beyond what we can imagine. but for now. this is the bright light of anarchy. this is so very tender and human.
—nawal el saadawi
Ernesto “Che” Guevara
“Let me tell you, at the risk of sounding ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.”