“When things melt past their assigned boundaries, when they touch each other across the wide ontological canyons that divide them, we name those resulting things ‘monsters.’ Monsters are stuff of nightmares. Monsters are a queering of categories, a disturbance of purity…. In response to accounts like these, we recoil in horror and repulsion–spitting out the aftertaste of the revolting stuff on our tongues. We fortify our foundations and raise the walls a few more inches, installing soldiers and searchlights at the tops…. Except that alterity (or radical otherness) has never been successfully excluded or mastered. Sooner or later, we will notice yet another demoniac infiltration, another monster sprouting from the cleanliness within: our searchlights will burn with greater ferocity, its sweeping gaze scanning the grounds for a speck that shouldn’t be there. This time, the light will settle on the least expected place: us” (Akomolafe 2013: 125-126)
Indeed the spotlight has been turned on us, as our bodies are the site of this new monster that has disrupted our lives: COVID-19. On news channels politicians, doctors, and everyday people use the vocabulary of warfare to describe our battle against this radical other, this uninvited house guest. Because literally, this monster has settled in our most intimate homes: our bodies. And following the new materialist logic that Akomolafe describes (that we are all entangled in relationship to ‘things’ around us, always in a state of becoming, see this previous post), then we are not human vs. virus, but humanvirus. Together with COVID-19 we have entered into a new state of being. Despite our efforts to build walls to the outside world, to keep diseases and weakness away – like a weed coming in the cracks of a sidewalk – our bodies have been infiltrated by this other being, this scary being, this being that causes fear and instability and death…
Many of us are responding in a completely valid and reasonable way: attack. Scream, kick, fight this monster until it leaves our bodies, until we have a vaccine, until it is gone forever. We must do this in the name of those we have lost… Let us take a moment to mourn those we have lost…
Let us take a moment now to listen. Listen above the screaming of your children in the room next door. Listen above the boredom that engulfs you, or the loneliness. Listen above the hunger pains in your stomach. Listen above your grief. Where did this virus begin? Or better, how did this virus emerge? (Akomolafe: “There are no beginnings that appear unperturbed, pristine and without hauntings” (2017: 112).) If it is true, as some say, that it emerged in the wildlife markets of China, where the human institution of caging wild animals in tight spaces led to the mutation of this virus — in the same way that SARS emerged — then isn’t it also true that we humans had a hand in creating this virus? Can we separate the processes of human culture and action from the emergence of disease and destruction?
And even so we must realize that even though through our battle with this alteration we are looking to ‘end’ its reign, it will never be truly gone from us. (Akomolafe: “And there are no endings that are devoid of traces of the new, spontaneous departures from disclosure and simmering events that are yet to happen” (2017: 112).) Our world has changed. Our bodies have changed. This monster will never leave us now. Those who have survived carry around traces of it in our blood in the form of antibodies.
So what now? Am I saying we should not scream, kick, fight, destroy this virus? No. We must do all we can to protect the lives of the people around us. Akomolafe reminds us that sometimes ‘monsters’ and nightmares and disasters do not have reason, do not have meaning, are not useful to any end. “The world is keener than neat form, correct answers, linear causality, social agency, or right responses” (2017: 129). Sometimes nightmares, disasters, viruses just happen. There need not be a reason WHY. It just is, and because it is we must find a way to live with it, to accept it into our worldview because it is not going away. As much as we want it to, this virus is here to stay, in some form or another.
“Our usual response to monsters is to curse them even further. They are unpredictable. Our survival is at stake if we allow them to multiply their perverted bodies. So we contain, medicate, bracket, paraphrase, and lock them away.” (Can I just say that it is spooky how much it feels like Akomolafe is speaking to this exact moment in time, to this exact monster we are facing now?) “But considering that the gift of the monster is a glimpse of our mutual porosity, other responses are possible and perhaps summoning both of us at this time” (2017: 130).
What does this mean? How can we have another response to the virus other than fight? There are deeper issues at play here. Perhaps this is a warning. We are lucky that this virus is not as deadly as future viruses may turn out to be. How can we prepare for them? How can we stop them from arising? What is this monstrosity teaching us, how is it shaping us, where will it lead us? (read Arundhati Roy’s and Paul Kingsnorth’s depictions of the virus and responses to these questions.) There are many valid responses to this virus, and each of us must find our own way the come to terms with the new, potentially nightmarish world we find our bodies entrenched in. Hopefully, together, we can see this monster for what it is: a companion of ours. Not necessarily the type of best friend companion you meet on the playground as a 6-year-old, but one we can learn lessons from and one that we must accept into our bodies, stories, and homes whether we want to or not. It is time to build new homes, new practices, new mentalities, in order to live with this virus and future monsters to come.
References:
Akomolafe, B. 2017. These Wilds Beyond Our Fences: Letters to my Daughter on Humanity’s Search for Home. Berkeley, CA: North Atlantic Books.