My excuse for forgetting birthdays has always been that I’m busy. In the world before, I travel for work. I live between several countries, am part of several extended families on three continents. I remember the A5 format menu plan sellotaped to the wall in my mother’s kitchen. She ran her busy constituency office from the cane chairs arranged on the front verandah of our house, but the menu plan was the core structure by which she organised our lives. I came to believe when I’d learned every dish on that list my mother’s work on earth would be done. So naturally I refused to learn how to cook.
“I speak to you today from a place of deep grief. I speak from a place of anger and of tiredness. We have said: Racism is here, Racism kills. Patriarchal violence, and class violence, kill. We see it with our own eyes; the systems that killed George Floyd are being used all over the world.”