Every November 25th marks the beginning of 16 Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence. Although the phrase “against” has long been in use, I prefer the word “towards,” because, perhaps illusorily, it evokes an image of equality. I choose to believe that it is possible to escape violence and that society is ready to shed the shackles of imposed patriarchal values and step toward equality for all members of our society.
Tolerance – a word often invoked as a moral ideal, a value we are told we should cherish. But what does it really mean when we say “tolerance”? Does anyone truly want to be tolerated? Imagine someone telling you, “I tolerate you.” Does that sound like acceptance, respect, or genuine appreciation? Hardly. Tolerance isn’t a sign that we are truly seen; on the contrary, it draws a line, a distance between us.
On this World Teachers Day many will highlight the importance of education and the role teachers play in our lives. They also have a role to play in educating youngsters about the importance of peace and empathy, but what if these teachers are working in poor conditions and societies that instigate inherited divisions, what can we expect from them?
I’m writing this article partly because I want to continue to explore my own relation to national identity and how it affects me. For that, I need to go through the looking glass.
Even on a regular, boring, everyday commute through Belgrade, you can’t resist the views of the urban landscapes of the city. Views completely covered in spray paint, going through the New Belgrade, had me wondering what was the intent behind yet another barely readable drawing. Right next to it – a lover’s confession on a fading fragment of an old brutalist building. Still, I couldn’t help but be captivated by the complex graffiti exhibition that covers even the most unreachable places, and the abandoned, dirty, and ruined spots that we like to pretend don’t exist. I have to say I admire some for their artistry and commitment – it promotes the undying culture of youth and rebellion, which is inspiring. Although, beyond the aesthetic allure there is a quiet whisper, often unnoticed, a dialogue that weaves through our subconscious minds.
