In the Trauma awareness conversation in June, the most challenging social media conversations were:
- What kind of trauma has the indigenous community in Canada endured due to the loss of so many of their children?
- How did the indigenous communities mourn their lost children, community and culture?
- Has there been reparation activities and conversations directed at healing the indigenous communities?
"Trauma is not the bad things that happened to you,
but what happened inside you as a result of what happened to you."
– Dr. Gabor Maté
— daktariLinnie 🏳️🌈🇸🇪 🇰🇪 (@LinniewaGC) June 12, 2021
The Neapolitan books are set somewhere in Italy, a poor neighborhood in Naples where violence and strife are so normalized everyone is conditioned to either not react to it or react with more violence. This neighborhood could be anywhere in the world, even in Nairobi.
I almost annoyed myself into stopping reading the Neapolitan series because in the first book My Brilliant Friend Lenú’s siblings said: “You look like a negro” with a certain ‘contempt’ when Lenu came back from Ischia. The sun had painted Lenú’s skin with dark gold. Thank heavens that I am not one to leave a book half-read, or a sentence half-said. So I finished the first book My Brilliant Friend and thought I was done. A couple of weeks later, I couldn’t stop thinking about Lila in her new marriage. I wondered if Lenú would become a brilliant scholar, teacher, lecturer or just marry and be done with it. I wondered if Melina would get better.
So, I went to the library and borrowed the 2nd book The Story of a New Name. After that, there was no stopping
Have you ever tried ignoring your neighbors in plot 10 who fight inside their house so you can hear the bangs, crashes and dunces on the walls? What of when you find them punching each other in the corridor, on the stairs and outside on the street? The parent in house 14b who beats their child up twice or thrice a week so you can hear the child’s fright, desperation and cries for help – have you been able to forget? Have you ever seen a murdered person outside plot 10 as you went to work in the morning or as you came home from work?
Did you then move on with your day and life without remembering the fights, the sounds and the dead body? That is how the bloodshed, crying Palestinian children, stunned adults and fire and smoke from airstrikes affect us. They stay in our minds disrupting our peace, stressing us psychologically and physiologically.