Border crossing seems to be among the hot topics of this
scholars’ era I have inherited. From Cyber-Vato to roboticized humans to the
subjects of Monday’s reading assignments, the present-day Caminata Nocturna and
the Chop Suey Circuit of the mid-20th century. We seem fascinated by
notions such as creating races through the creation of spaces, we are on the lookout
for instances of assimilation in tension with cultural pride, we like to talk
about the subversive act of departing areas of belonging.
When we look to maps, city limits, district zones and state
lines, we can speak with confidence about border crossing because even highly
theoretical or philosophical musings somehow seem based in tangible fact when
we have a measurable “space” to ground ourselves in. The more porous and less
regulated the border, the more ethereal the dialogue becomes. Who can reign in
dialogue when we address borders of understanding, borders of memory, and
borders of self-identity? It seems that the less stable the actual GROUND, the
more abstract we become in our relationship to it.
I am interested in the perpetuation of delineation in
instances where the borders are not neatly marked or defined. How can the
simple IDEA or SUGGESTION of a border be effective in containing humans be it
physically or mentally done? Do we cross “borders” internally? If a fence is
not discernible, if no wall or physical barricade is there, what substance are
we dealing with? Fear? I can think of instances where fear succeeds in creating
borders. Is there anything else? Pride? Can I decide to remain within my
assigned spot because I have pride in the culture or place of my origin? The
Caminata enactments are reportedly steeped in pride of this kind. If so, is it
reasonable to say that the suspicions of those believing the performance to be
a dry run for actual illegal border crossing is debunked?
And aren’t all borders imaginary, anyway? I recall, early in
my LSU college career, being exposed to material which altered my perception of
time. Time always seemed very REAL to me. I live in a society where time is one
of the main measurements that regulate my actions. Time dictates when I can and
cannot carry out certain physical tasks. It is what ensures that I am in a
certain place when I have to be. It is frowned upon if I have a loose
faithfulness to deadline, class time, work time. I always felt frustrated with
those who claimed that time was not real. Try living as though time does not exist and
you will end up paying dearly. BUT…in a very real sense, time does not exist, it
is simply a construct…an agreement. I feel the same about borders. Borders are
born of a sense of entitlement, a sense of fear, a need for protection. In the
pre-ordered world, did they exist? If we stopped talking about them, would they
diminish in power? If border-crossing was no longer a sexy scholar’s topic,
would they take over and become unmanageable or would they simply atrophy?
I have no aversion to the border banter, just interested in
what might happen if we ceased talking about things we seem to have simply made
up in the first place.
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