Chinaka Hodge: What will you tell your daughters about 2016? | TED

Translator: Joseph Geni Reviewer: Joanna Pietrulewicz

Prevodilac: Milenka Okuka Lektor: Mile Živković

Tell your daughters of this year,

Recite svojim kćerkama o ovoj godini

how we woke needing coffee

da smo se budili žudeći za kafom,

but discovered instead cadavers strewn about our morning papers,

ali umesto toga smo otkrivali leševe razbacane širom naših jutarnjih novina,

waterlogged facsimiles of our sisters, spouses, small children.

kopije preplavljene našim sestrama, suprugama, dečicom.

Say to your baby of this year when she asks, as she certainly should,

Recite svojoj bebi o ovoj godini kad upita, a sigurno bi trebala,

tell her it was too late coming.

recite da je prekasno stigla.

Admit even in the year we leased freedom, we didn't own it outright.

Priznajte da čak i u godini zagarantovane slobode nismo njome ovladali kako valja.

There were still laws for every way we used our privates

I dalje smo imali zakone za sve vidove upotrebe naših genitalija

while they pawed at the soft folds of us,

dok su nas ščepavali po mekim prevojima,

grabbed with no concern for consent,

grabili bez brige o pristanku,

no laws made for the men that enforced them.

bez zakona pravljenih za muškarce da ih sprovode.

We were trained to dodge,

Obučavani smo da se izmičemo,

to wait, to cower and cover,

čekamo, strepimo i skrivamo,

to wait more, still, wait.

čekamo još, još čekamo.

We were told to be silent.

Rečeno nam je da utihnemo.

But speak to your girls of this wartime,

No govorite svojim devojkama o ovom ratnom dobu,

a year preceded by a score of the same,

godini kojoj je prethodilo isto stanje,

so as in two decades before,

kao i dve decenije ranije,

we wiped our eyes,

brisali smo oči,

laced caskets with flags,

oblagali sanduke zastavama,

evacuated the crime scene of the club,

evakuisali mesto zločina u klubu,

caterwauled in the street,

jecali na ulicama,

laid our bodies on the concrete against the outlines of our fallen,

polagali tela na beton preko kontura onih što su pali,

cried, "Of course we mattered,"

vapili: "Naravno da smo važni",

chanted for our disappeared.

pojali smo za nestale.

The women wept this year.

Žene su plakale ove godine.

They did.

Jesu.

In the same year, we were ready.

Iste godine, bili smo spremni.

The year we lost our inhibition and moved with courageous abandon

Godina kad smo izgubili ustručavanja i kretali se odvažnom razuzdanošću

was also the year we stared down barrels,

je bila i godina kad smo zurili u cevi,

sang of cranes in skies, ducked and parried,

pevali o ždralovima po nebesima saginjali se i vrdali,

caught gold in hijab, collected death threats,

hvatali zlato u hidžabu, sakupljali pretnje smrću,

knew ourselves as patriots,

spoznali sebe kao patriote,

rekli: "35 nam je, vreme da se skrasimo i nađemo partnera za trčanje",

said, "We're 35 now, time we settled down and found a running mate,"

made road maps for infant joy, shamed nothing but fear,

pravili mape puteva ka detinjoj radosti stideli se samo straha,

called ourselves fat and meant, of course,

nazivali se debelim i podrazumevali, naravno,

impeccable.

besprekornost.

This year, we were women,

Ove godine smo bile žene,

not brides or trinkets,

a ne mlade ili ukrasi,

not an off-brand gender,

ne nebrendirani rod,

not a concession, but women.

ne ustupci, već žene.

Instruct your babies.

Uputite svoje bebe.

Remind them that the year has passed to be docile or small.

Podsetite ih da je prošla godina da se bude poslušan i sitan.

Some of us said for the first time that we were women,

Neke od nas su prvi put izgovorile da su žene,

took this oath of solidarity seriously.

ozbiljno shvatile zakletvu solidarnosti.

Some of us bore children and some of us did not,

Neke od nas su nosile decu, a neke nisu,

and none of us questioned whether that made us real

i nijedna nije sumnjala da li nas to čini stvarnim

or appropriate or true.

ili prikladnim ili istinitim.

When she asks you of this year,

Kada vas upita za ovu godinu,

your daughter, whether your offspring or heir to your triumph,

vaša kćerka, bilo potomkinja ili naslednica vašeg trijumfa,

from her comforted side of history teetering towards woman,

s njene utešne strane istorije koja naginje ka ženama,

she will wonder and ask voraciously,

čudiće se i pitati halapljivo,

though she cannot fathom your sacrifice,

iako neće moći da dokuči vaše žrtve,

she will hold your estimation of it holy,

smatraće vaše procene svetim,

curiously probing, "Where were you?

znatiželjno ispitujući: "Gde si bila?

Did you fight? Were you fearful or fearsome?

Da li si se borila? Da li si bila strašljiva ili neustrašljiva?

What colored the walls of your regret?

Šta je obojilo zidove tvog kajanja?

What did you do for women in the year it was time?

Šta si uradila za žene u godini kad beše vreme?

This path you made for me, which bones had to break?

Za ovaj put koji si mi prokrčila, koje kosti si polomila?

Did you do enough, and are you OK, momma?

Da li si uradila dovoljno i da li si dobro, mama?

And are you a hero?"

Da li si heroj?"

She will ask the difficult questions.

Pitaće teška pitanja.

She will not care about the arc of your brow,

Neće mariti za svod vaših obrva,

the weight of your clutch.

težinu vašeg stiska.

She will not ask of your mentions.

Neće pitati za vaše pomeni.

Your daughter, for whom you have already carried so much, wants to know

Vaša kćerka, zbog koje ste već podneli toliko, želi da zna

what you brought, what gift, what light did you keep from extinction?

šta ste doneli, kakav dar, koje svetlo ste čuvali da ne ugasne?

When they came for victims in the night,

Kad došli su po žrtve u noći,

did you sleep through it or were you roused?

da li ste to prespavali ili vas je razbudilo?

What was the cost of staying woke?

Koja je bila cena budnosti?

What, in the year we said time's up, what did you do with your privilege?

Šta, u godini kad smo rekli da je vreme, šta ste uradili s privilegijama?

Did you sup on others' squalor?

Da li ste srkali tuđu muku?

Did you look away or directly into the flame?

Da li ste okrenuli glavu ili ste zurili u plamen?

Did you know your skill or treat it like a liability?

Da li ste znali znanje ili ste ga tretirali kao obavezu?

Were you fooled by the epithets of "nasty" or "less than"?

Da li su vas zavarali epiteti "gadura" i "manje vredna"?

Did you teach with an open heart or a clenched fist?

Da li ste podučavali otvorenog srca ili stisnute pesnice?

Where were you?

Gde ste bili?

Tell her the truth. Make it your life.

Recite joj istinu. Nek to bude vaš cilj.

Confirm it. Say, "Daughter, I stood there

Potvrdite. Recite: "Kćeri, stajala sam tu

with the moment drawn on my face like a dagger,

kad je tren crtao po mom licu kao bodež

and flung it back at itself,

i hitnuo se na sebe samog,

slicing space for you."

sekući prostor za tebe."

Tell her the truth, how you lived in spite of crooked odds.

Reci joj istinu, kako si živela uprkos nepoštenim šansama.

Tell her you were brave,

Reci joj da bila si hrabra

and always, always in the company of courage,

i uvek, uvek u društvu hrabrosti,

mostly the days when you just had yourself.

najviše onih dana kad si imala samo sebe.

Tell her she was born as you were,

Reci joj da je rođena kao i ti,

as your mothers before, and the sisters beside them,

kao tvoje majke pre i sestre pored njih,

in the age of legends, like always.

u doba legendi, kao i uvek.

Tell her she was born just in time,

Reci joj da je rođena

baš na vreme

just in time

to lead.

da predvodi.

(Applause)

(Aplauz)