GLOBAL VILLAGER 8 – LEADERSHIP
Woman aged 35 from Xingiang, China. Muslim, literate, speaks Uigur and Mandarin, heterosexual
Portrayed in THE WORLD – REALITY (as on front page: the turquoise figure below 3 men)
Portrayed in THE WORLD – VISION (Panel A, top right, figure beneath 3 exploding bottles)
Grasping her throbbing head in her hands, a cotton worker in western China is haunted by fear and by the unpleasant memories she has bottled up inside her. She is a member of the Uygur Minority and works in a large factory. Lethargic, ragged and hungry because she has not been paid for five months, she has to rely on the benevolence of her neighbours who give her their scraps of left-over rice. She feels deserted, especially by the men in her life; by her father, who worked in southern China and only returned to his family once a year; by her first husband, who never showed his feelings and disappeared without explanation overnight; and by her present husband – a miner – who failed to comfort her when she lost a child. She envissages these three men with indistinguishable features floating impassively above her, out of reach. Even when she is in a relationship, she feels strangely distant and helpless, desperate for the sense of security she has never known.
When the woman learns that her second husband is dead, one of 80 miners killed in a fatal gas explosion due to negligent safety regulations, she is overwhelmed by a feeling of paralysis and grief. Why does the pattern keep repeating itself? In a bid to change this pattern, she examines her feelings more and more. When she digs deep enough, she finds the core of intense anger and frustration which she has bottled up for so long. She finds herself screaming. With time, she realises that she is partly screaming at herself, as she recognises that she is fifty percent responsible for her failed relationships. And with time, she understands that people deserting her merely mirrored her own self-desertion. After screaming sessions she feels a sort of prickling energy coursing through her veins, and for the first time in years she stops grumbling and finds the strength to take action. She talks to other workers at the factory and realises that they have to make a stand instead of adhering to the role of the suffering victim. Together they draw up a manifesto of their demands and threaten to strike if they are not paid. The woman realises that her past experiences – however painful – are all helpful stages of a process intended to propel her along the path to true autonomy, independence and leadership.
Could lethargy be the result of spending large amounts of energy on keeping emotions – especially anger – under control?
Have you deserted yourself?
If you wrote a manifesto for yourself, setting out your own needs, what would you or your body demand?
Why are some people angry or hurt when they are deserted, and others not? What is your own ‘sensitive spot’ which is easily wounded?
How can you release the anger which is still bottled up inside you without hurting others?
In your relationships with other people, which patterns keep repeating themselves?
What message are unfortunate events trying to give you?
Given that we create our own lives, how much of your life do you chose to create?
What new horizons will open when you have successfully let go of the past?
How would the world change if everyone chose positive roles in the knowledge that they are role models for others? In what way can you become a ‘leader’?
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