Is it racist
for a white settler to acknowledge that there is something that can perhaps be
described as "native time?"
Not in a derogative way, but rather in a somewhat envious way. As in, if I could plug into
"native time" more frequently, my life would be less harried, less
frenzied, more contemplative. It
would feel more natural to just go-with-the-flow.
Maybe we'd all be better off if we could learn to relax a
bit, chill, meditate, take a moment to contemplate the many images and
expressions that constantly bombard us rather than trying to process them in
quick succession or get caught in their stream.
If it's not
okay to suggest that such a thing as "native time" exists then I'd
like to merely suggest that, if you're planning to see Before the Streets, don't go there expecting it to be fast moving
continuous action and dialogue.
Because it's not. It's a
difficult story that asks us to consider both the significance of each moment, and
the concept of eternity.
I think we can
all agree that within every moment there's an opportunity to make a decision
that could influence the rest of our lives. If we find ourselves in a difficult situation, and we make a
bad decision, how much power should that moment have to forever haunt us? If we're forced to give up power
because we've made a bad decision, who do we trust to help us get back on
track? And, which track?
Before the Streets asks these questions, and more. Does it answer them? I don't know, I'm still thinking about
it.
Go see it Monday February 6th, 7 pm at Odeon 5.
No comments:
Post a Comment