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Scott Nicol on the wall

In Uncategorized on February 28, 2011 at 8:26 am

Author Scott Nicol penned an excellent opinion piece on the U.S. border wall in a recent edition of The Christian Science Monitor called “Costly fence on US-Mexico border is effective – only in hurting nature.” In two pages, Nicol manages to expose the folly of the barrier in terms of its cost in both dollars and in environmental damage.

I found the following passage the most compelling:

In our current political discourse, the border is not a real place, with flesh-and-blood residents and living ecosystems that our nation’s laws were meant to protect. Instead it has become a blank screen upon which the nation’s fears of drugs, poverty, and terrorism can be projected.

Here, Nicol eloquently describes ideas I am investigating in my walls project. The walls – not just along the US-Mexico border, but along all the boundaries I’ve visited – tend to negate the people who live near them. When ‘flesh-and-blood’ proves inconvenient it is thusly ignored. Just ask the Palestinian villagers living in the shadow of the West Bank wall. Or the Saharawi refugees on the wrong side of the berm. Or fruit farmers along India’s border with Bangladesh who are actually referred to as ‘zero people.’

And when Nicol likens the border to a screen, he refers to the fiction of border security. The walls, here and elsewhere, act as theatre. The walls fail to protect, but succeed in manifesting fear in concrete and steel.

Scott Nicol is the founder of No Border Wall and writes frequently for The Huffington Post. (Once he even commented on my blog). I am grateful for his knowledgeable and eloquent criticism of the border.

Mark Thomas: Extreme Rambling

In Uncategorized on February 24, 2011 at 1:11 pm

British comedian and activist Mark Thomas recently walked the entire length of the West Bank wall created a stage show and book out of the experience. I admit I don’t know Thomas’ work – and that the idea of mining the Wall for comedy makes me a little nervous – but this sort of performance has the potential to engage audiences in issues they may have never considered before.

I’ve often thought of trying to rework some of my own writing for the stage. I love the idea of narrative nonfiction-as-dramatic-monologue. I remember seeing an Australian actor/playwright stage a one-woman show at the Calgary Fringe Festival that told the story of her cross-Canada road trip. It was wonderful. I need to learn how to write for the stage.

Too bad Thomas won’t be bringing his Extreme Rambling to this side of the Atlantic. I’ll just have to wait for the book.

A reason to do this

In Uncategorized on February 7, 2011 at 12:35 am

I presented a short talk about writing creative nonfiction at the Calgary Public Library this weekend. The talk involved a lot of my regular shtick which I’ve officially cannibalized enough. I realized this when, after my talk in the theatre lobby, I heard one of the audience members say: “It was good, but repetitive. I’ve heard him say almost all of that before.” I guess it is time for something new.

There was at least one idea I mentioned during my presentation that I hadn’t before. A sense of gratitude for the gifts nonfiction gives to those who write it. This occurred to me as I reviewed my journals from my last research trip to California, Arizona and Mexico. During my month in the borderlands I had the opportunity to sit with a Native American elder at her home along the border. I ‘played’ the border wall at Nogales with an avant-garde percussionist. I bought a beer for an eighty-year old bartender; she drank her Foster’s on the rocks. I met with recently deported migrants still weary from their failed journeys, and hit six Tijuana bars on a Monday night with an American expat artist.

I was able to do these things and meet these people only because I am a writer. Being a writer means being allowed into other lives. Being a writer means I am permitted to ask for conversations with people I find fascinating. Even though I am a total stranger, they are willing to share their stories with me. This is a great gift.

Dealing with editors, and deadlines, and late payments, and word-counts, and rejected pitches, and grant applications, and the collapsing book and magazine market has its stresses. But I take some solace in the fact that I get paid to listen to people’s incredible stories. And sometimes I get paid on time.

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