I need to take a break from mental labor. I’ve been kind of stressed out for the past few days, endlessly cussing as I rewrote the proposal. In the process I think I terrified my advisor by sending her a draft that was crammed with too much information. So embarrassing. I wanted to drop dead.
I went to the NY Times to look up the Villiers-le-Bel deaths and protests before emailing a friend in France. Coming from a society with a standing history of (violent) student and civil protests, the level of violence in the protests ensuing the two deaths of teenagers doesn’t faze me. What repels me, rather, is Sarkozy’s law-and-order stance. Not to generalize, but I tend to think that people resort to violent protests only when there’s no other means of guaranteeing their “right to life.” (I know that doesn’t exist as a right in the political vocabulary of the day; I think it should.) I read one young protester being quoted as saying that “this is a war” and that he wanted two policemen dead. It reminded me of how protests of this kind are usually underwritten by very strong, raw emotions. Not to endorse what the teenager said, but I could see why he would say that. Nothing makes you go more out of control in these situations than to see “one of your own” go down . And that was what the teenager was doing. He was identifying the dead teenagers as one of his own. The antagonism between the police and the protesters made me think of what Walter Benjamin says about the specter of the police in “Critique of Violence.”
I also stumbled across this interesting blog piece on adoption from Korea. The writer, a transnational adoptee herself, writes about her experience of going back. What I found interesting was her cognitive dissonance at encountering a developed Korea, a Korea that doesn’t correspond to the Third World country she imagined. And later her surprise that the seeming development doesn’t seem to have brought about any betterment in the care of orphans. She writes “Why with all the wealth in Korea were these children here? What were their prospects growing up as orphans? And who were their advocates? Who could speak for their needs and best interests? Who would ensure that they would get to live to their full potentials — and not simply survive? I decided that I would.”
Her piece resonated with what I’ve been thinking about regarding the capitalist restructuring in the Asia-Pacific after the Second World War and the myths around Asian economic prowess (which I think often corresponds to the model-minority myth in the U.S. domestic cultural imaginary). The questions she asks about the state of wealth re/distribution in Korea and the low state of social welfare which does not match up to its compressed economic development are questions I ask about Korea myself. Her conclusion that she would take up the ethical task of caring for the Korean orphans raises in me a divided response. At a personal level, I think it’s a noble choice that reflects her ethical stance in her life. At a social level, I hope she negotiates her position in the context of larger social and political issues that have made Korea one of the largest exporter of babies. As a Korean adoptee herself, I think she is in a great position to understand the sensitive issues that surround transnational adoption. I really don’t care whether she identifies as American or Korean or both. I don’t think that has to be a big deal. But since she recognizes her adoption as something that opened up for her a chance at life–she “got out”–I just hope that that recognition doesn’t turn her into an American savior.
This is something that I constantly think about in relation to my own position. Although I don’t want to resort to this way of narrativizing, it is very possible and persuasive for me to say that “I was lucky to be where I am now considering how many Koreans would like to have this opportunity to pursue their graduate studies in the U.S. (where they pay graduate students to get their own education!)” And it would also be ethical for me to decide to go back and help make changes in the pitiful state of university education and scholarship in Korea. See where I’m going with this? Nothing’s really going to change if I try to model Korean university education and scholarship after what I’ve familiarized myself with in the U.S. Except to reinstate the superiority of the U.S. and Korea as a poor imitation.