A photographic essay by Harsha Vadlamani who I only knew as the curator of one of India’s most interesting photographic spaces – Galli.in Someday I hope to sit and spend time with this one photograph that really sums up India itself.
My first published article am super thrilled about!
The photographs, that populate the archive of Simmons, represent a history, the violence of which has been erased in ways that enable that violence to continue into the contemporary. The exhibition embeds itself in a history of an arts practice defining itself in its opposition to the unruly chaotic caste and language based democratic appropriations of street and visual space. It creates a desire, a nostalgia that ends up ironically supporting private capital’s appropriation of public space.
Read the full article at Countercurrents here: http://www.countercurrents.org/munikempanna180616.htm
Madkam Hidme is dead.
Madkam Hidme was gang raped.
Madkam Hidme was murdered.
Madkam Hidme was a woman.
Madkam Hidme was an adivasi.
Madkam Hidme was from Sukma District, village Gumpad.
Madkam Hidme is unburied.
Madkam Hidme is Soni Sori’s fast.
Madkam Hidme is not out there.
Madkam Hidme is here.
Madkam Hidme is our gendered bodies.
Madkam Hidme is our violence.
Madkam Hidme is caste war.
Madkam Hidme is class war.
Madkam Hidme is our State.
Madkam Hidme is India.
Madkam Hidme is our silence.
For more on Madkam Hidme:
“If the High Court’s order to regularise pourakarmikas isn’t implemented, and the minimum wages aren’t increased, we will launch a struggle outside the Vidhana Soudha,” said Balan, president of the All India Central Council of Trade Unions. “There is no need to be afraid of going to jail for demanding basic rights.”