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To mark 30 years of 鈥榠ntersectionality鈥� since Professor Kimberl茅 Crenshaw coined the concept in her article 鈥楧emarginalizing the Intersection of Race and Sex鈥�, the Department of Gender Studies, LSE organised a day-long celebration on 29 May 2019. The conference showcased scholarly and activist reflections underlining the centrality of intersectionality and its conceptual purchase across disciplines and locations.

For Breath is an open letter to students. It was torn out of and recrafted鈥攖he night before the conference鈥攆rom what would have been a more formal academic presentation.

 

I write to you today from the LSE as we mark 30 years of intersectionality scholarship. Just over 30 years ago, I graduated from this same place. Perhaps, like you, I left feeling endowed. And a little adrift.

She saunters dreamy ahead
One foot in 1984
                                the other here
still bewildered to be on this side of the doors
                               this side of the podium.
Fly. Jaunt.
           Catch her up
Let a kiss from a gossamer wing
                                 waft sun-warmed hope
across her upturned face.

In 2019, we live in times of emboldened white supremacy. Make America Great Again! Britain First!, the growth of far-right and nationalist parties across the globe, the reemergence of race science. I鈥檝e been watching and learning from your struggles to decolonise the university and have some thoughts.

What I offer first is more of an injunction: Don鈥檛 trust me. To be blunt, we can鈥檛 leave the decolonialising agenda to the humanities and social sciences. In this we must refuse disciplinary nationalism and decadence. There is an urgency for us to talk to and learn from those in other disciplines鈥攃hemists, biologists as well as architects and urban planners, those working in the animal, earth and paleo-sciences鈥攕o that Black and Brown lives are fully valued and can flourish.

To be more concrete: floods, heat, drought, turbulent weather events, as well as long histories of gendered racism are impacting upon bodies whose life chances and well-being have already been corroded by colonialism and slavery. This slow-moving and dispersed erosion has been named 鈥榳eathering鈥� by Arline Geronimos, an idea further fleshed out by Christina Sharpe.

In central Africa, , nomadic indigenous peoples have been the hardest hit. As the lake鈥檚 shoreline recedes, women have to walk further to collect water. They are left to care for their communities in the longer dry seasons when men leave for work in the towns. Globally, women are . At the time of Hurricane Katrina in 2005, more than half of low-income families in New Orleans were headed by lone parenting mothers. Like some of you they survive, and often thrive, in the embrace of community networks. The displacement after Katrina shattered those lifelines, increasing the vulnerability of women and children.

This is why decolonising the university must open up greater transdisciplinary dialogue and activism, so that the maintenance of regimes of bodily precarity and slow violence for communities exiled into social peripheries is recognised and taken seriously. As  reminds us, a black feminist decolonising poethics imagines and images the world without separability, as a commons, an ecology.

My second offering concerns debilitation and the crisis of health and well-being in the neoliberal university. Again, I have learnt more about these harms from some of you; of how the racialised gendering of power lines in universities flows through the implicit expectation that you will endure the pain and injury that comes not only from living with but also resisting circuits of political suffocation.

Last year in class we read out aloud lines and words from , written by Ross Gay for Eric Garner. The small needful fact we discovered was that Eric Garner worked in horticulture. In seeding and tending to plants, there grew 鈥渋n all likelihood鈥� the chance that some of Eric鈥檚 plants offered a home and sustenance for 鈥渟mall and necessary creatures鈥� and in continuing to grow they became a part of a bigger cycle of life-giving:

鈥渓ike being pleasant to touch and smell
like converting sunlight
into food, like making it easier
for us to breathe.鈥�

Later, I came across another needful fact about Eric Garner. Early in 2018, his 27-year-old daughter Erica, who also had asthma, died of a heart attack related to her asthma. Erica was an activist. She too cultivated the world to make it easier for us to breathe.  writing in Elle, articulated a collective rage at Erica鈥檚 death. 鈥淲e are angry鈥� Harris Perry wrote, 鈥渂ecause Erica was unique, special, and wholly original, and because the burdens and vulnerabilities which likely contributed to her shockingly brief life expose deep and deadly inequalities facing black women as a group. The abrupt loss of Erica Garner is more than an individual tragedy; her death, like her father鈥檚, is a public lesson in American inequality wrought on a fragile human body for all of us to see. For Erica, there is no video and no villain, but Erica Garner鈥檚 story matters all the same.鈥�

And your stories matter. I say this because I am aware that with the joy, play and pleasures of learning, academic life takes its toll, weighing heavy on some of us. Did you know Black women make up just 0.1% of professors in the UK? Many of these women have faced bullying, abuse and what  has identified as 鈥渋nstitutional鈥� neglect鈥�. A  published in 2017 found that 32% of PhD students were at risk of having or developing a psychiatric disorder, especially depression. The paper did not investigate the experiences of Black women and women of colour, but my own experiences of teaching and learning make me worry about how universities add to the weathering of Black and Brown women. At the same time you are doing the hard work of transforming our institutions for the better. Making them more breathable spaces.

Because poets say it best, again I need their help. The last poem I have in mind for you is from . It鈥檚 about those small flies that so often end up flattened between the pages of a book. It brings to mind some of my journeys with intersectionality, of being transported to other possibilities, as well as those uncanny jolts of self-recognition that are inciting political puncta:

鈥淢ore a midge really, flower-pressed: pent
in this hinged spread of my undergrad
Shakespeare. Down the page, a grey smudge
tinged with a rusty penumbra, like blood 鈥�
mine or its? Two sheer wings, stilled mid-word, trace out a glyph in a strange alphabet.
At empathy鈥檚 darkening pane we see/our own reflected face鈥︹��

So. I wish you well in your adventuring. Stay strong. Be brave and kind. Listen as if your life depended on it (it does). Dance. Live as fully as you can, without crushing more vulnerable souls. Your body is amazing. Look after it and thank it often. Discern how understanding hatred and violence can be love鈥檚 labour. Take your time to think but be quick to speak up. Most of all, I hope that there will always be a fly in your pages.

Yasmin Gunaratnam teaches sociology at 牛牛资源 and tweets @YasminGun. Yasmin鈥檚 publications include Researching Race and Ethnicity: methods, knowledge and power (2003, Sage), Death and the Migrant (2013, Bloomsbury Academic) and the co-authored book Go Home? The Politics of Immigration Controversies (2017, Manchester University Press). Yasmin has edited nine collections and writes poems. She is an editor of Feminist Review.