“POLLINIZING”: the creative spread of survival
This brings me full circle to my point. This culture, this technology of hidden and unhidden messaging. This has been perfected in both its masking and its spreading. You know it as popular culture, blues, jazz, house, hip-hop, samba, rumba, bachata, merengue, dancehall, soca, afrobeat, sabar, reggae. Some of us know it as home. Let's flip the script, and let's say that the colonials, the abusers, usurpers, expropriators, and appropriators also are useful little worker bees, who have taken our homes and carried them across the world, giving us somewhere to live where ever we are. Flowers use bees to spread their pollen, and their seed, “pollinizing” the world around them. In our survival, in our homelessness, we created technologies, coded pockets of home, of soul, and planted them as flowers for the bees to pollinate. I am sure if you ask a bee, that he feels he has conquered every flower he has landed on. I am sure the flower in return allows the bees his fancies. Because in his believed conquest, he, the bee has also carried with him the secret to the flowers continued survival. So do the appropriators, those who believe they have conquered black expression, black soul and made it their own. They have aided in spreading the secret, to be deciphered only by the few and worthy, but enjoyed by the many. The more they steal, the more it is clear who really owns the riches, and that what is taken can never serve as more than empty shells, to the thief. Therefore, the thief always returns to the scene of the crime, every time coming closer to the inevitable realization that one keeps stealing because one does not have, nor is able to create.
This process of “Pollinizing” I define as the; creative spreading of survival to other parts than ones immediate surrounding. I believe this to be the core and code of black expressive art together with the technology of revitalizing the exhausted body, soul and mind. Anywhere black expression and black art is, there is a pocket of home, where any black youth or person may step inn, for the duration of the rhythm, and completely belong and be restored. There are also lingering lessons of cool, of stance and belonging that one carries out of this space. Some heat that keeps radiating and allows for social navigation. Those left out in the cold, feel the heat and want it. It is craved, this cool, this heat, this paradox that is black survival in hostile environments.
Anansi, the spider spirit granted the gift of storytelling and communication from the sky gods in Western Africa and the Caribbean, this trickster god is the true radioactive spider biting blacks all over the world, through art as communication, and granting suprahuman powers. Every black person you will ever meet who is thriving and alive is, to me, a superhero who has overcome tremendous odds.
The cast of black panther and the movie itself are maybe the least superhero-ish black people we have had on the screen in some ways, because they have had the least to overcome, and are risking less than those who came before them, but we love them, celebrate them and they are valuable, because they are our Superman, that no longer bothers to pretend to be Clark Kent, our Peter Parker out of costume, casually climbing a wall and allowing his real job, to be his only job. We love that because why should anyone need to fake bad eyesight, clumsiness, and social awkwardness, just to keep the jealous and mediocre less self-conscious? No seriously…why? Like with racism and the multiple ways people of color are forced to accommodate the colonial gaze, that in truth has always been a jealous one, logic does not seem to apply, and is as absent as decency, ethics, morale and humane civilization.
Pollinizing also begs the question: who is truly being colonized and by whom? It is clear that this is not just a one-way street, and that in the question of art, creativity, and expression, so-called western domination is maybe as delusional as the beforementioned conquering bee. Pollinizing is colonizing in reverse, without the use of abuse, rape, murder, inhumanity, and indignity, but rather through creativity, ingenuity, soul, vibration, and survival. It does not tip the scale the other way, it does not make right, it does not correct the effects of coloniality, nothing can erase the past. What it does, is to make clear that the “victim”, is a clever spider, that plays tricks, makes the best of things, and thrives in the corners of visibility.
I: Object is a visibly invisible act of pollinizing, colonizing in reverse and survival, both ancient and brand new. It is Clark Kent and superman sharing one body and clouding perception with the help of a thin layer of mask. It is survival, it is revival, and it is there, it happened and it can never be undone. Now and forever this ritual vibrated in history, changed it, and made what was impossible possible, for the first time for this generation, always for the next, and the last time for the past. So you are welcome, and what an honor it has been to object with you, knowingly or unknowingly, because who is to tell who at this moment is a flower, who is a bee, who is object and who is objecting. Who but Anansi the clever spider who might consider both flower and bee to be prey.