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Elizabeth Crawford
O
n an unassuming wall in the International Center of
Photography hangs a print of Italian photographer Dario
Mitidieri’s Savita, a two and a half years girl from North
Bombay, performs for Arab tourists near the Taj-Mahal
Hotel. Mitidieri’s subject, the titular Savita, towers over her invisible
audience atop her wooden stilt. Her gaze reaches higher still, to the
heavens. She has one arm wrapped tightly around the top of the pole,
the other outstretched and reaching upward. Her hand is poised as if
to steal a piece of the sky. Your eyes travel down the image, past the
footholds on which Savita has planted her tiny feet. Descend further
along the pole, and for half a second it seems infinite. Of course, it
isn’t. Eventually the wooden stilt meets a human hand, which belongs
to Savita’s father. He balances this pole, and his daughter, on his
thumb. With Savita so high above solid ground, one can’t help but
wonder: what if she were to fall?
Her father has put her in this vulnerable position, and as specta-
tors, we’re forced to reckon with his choice. As Savita and her father
perform, they will attract tourists, whose money may very well keep
their family fed and housed. But, in addition to scrappy wages and
shallow accolades, their spectacle invites an ethnographic gaze. Is it an
even exchange? Is the opportunity worth the possible trauma? Is it
worth being treated as a specimen in one’s own country?
In her essay “The Parent Who Stays,” Mexican-American author
Reyna Grande examines the relationship between opportunity and
trauma through an intimate account of her childhood immigration to
America as well as her subsequent life in the US. Grande examines
deeply personal suffering—her alienation from both her parents and
from society—to urge us to consider the disturbing regularity of these
experiences for the immigrant children of this country. Trauma,
Grande shares, is not something shed at the border. Just the opposite:
“For the rest of your life, you carry that border inside of you” (76).
Trauma is the one constant in an otherwise turbulent existence,
taking on multiple, painful forms.
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price [she] would pay a hundred times over” for the opportunity she
now has to protect her own children from similar trauma (81).
Grande’s juxtaposition of her own pain and her hopefulness for
her children pushes the reader to consider: to what degree does one
normalize one’s own traumas under the guise of silver linings? In
“Letter to My Son,” African-American writer Ta-Nehisi Coates
examines the trauma that shackles the black experience—from a more
pessimistic place. The condition of being black in America is one in
which skin color acts as both the motivating factor and the justifica-
tion for constant debasement. Coates contends that black people have
been dealt an irrevocably unfair hand, expressing that this society was
founded on and remains firmly grounded in institutions that not only
consent to but thrive upon the destruction of black bodies. Racism,
and specifically American racism, “dislodges brains, blocks airways,
rips muscle, extracts organs, cracks bones, breaks teeth” (Coates).
This is a reality that Coates wants his adolescent son to grasp fully,
because it is not until he accepts this that he may truly begin to take
ownership of himself. It is not until he understands the unflagging
threat on his body that Coates’s son will be able to do more than sim-
ply survive.
To maintain a pulse, although important, is not all that Coates
wishes for his child. This sentiment is one he shares with Grande’s
parents and Grande herself. As parents, they want to give their chil-
dren all that eluded them in their own youths, to minimize their pain.
Where Coates and Grande diverge, then, is not in intention, but in
what they believe trauma’s role is in one’s pursuit of fulfilment.
Grande’s parents fled Mexico “not for their lives, but for life” (74). A
mote of promise, that enigmatic American Dream, was reason
enough for her parents to first leave her and her siblings, then uproot
and re-plant them into a new life of distress and insecurity. Grande
posits that without America, without that arduous border crossing
and the sacrifices of her parents, she couldn’t possibly have achieved
all that she has. More than becoming a successful writer, Grande was
able to be “the parent who stays,” and for that, she considers the cost
of her trauma to be less than what she and her children have gained
(81).
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