3 lessons of revolutionary love in a time of rage | Valarie Kaur

翻译人员: DongFang Xiang 校对人员: Faye Zhou

(Sikh Prayer) Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa,

（锡克教祷告语） Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa，

Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh.

Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh。

There is a moment on the birthing table

在我的分娩过程中有个时刻，

that feels like dying.

我感觉自己就要死了。

The body in labor stretches to form an impossible circle.

分娩中的身体紧绷， 形成一个不可思议的圆。

The contractions are less than a minute apart.

子宫收缩间隔不到 1 分钟。

Wave after wave, there is barely time to breathe.

一波接着一波， 几乎没有喘息的时间。

The medical term:

对此，医学上说法是

"transition,"

“过渡期”。

because "feels like dying" is not scientific enough.

因为“感觉像要死了” 并不够科学。

(Laughter)

（笑声）

I checked.

我有查过。

During my transition,

在我的过渡期中，

my husband was pressing down on my sacrum

我丈夫压着我的骨盆，

to keep my body from breaking.

以避免我的身体断裂。

My father was waiting behind the hospital curtain ...

父亲在医院的 帘子后面等待...

more like hiding.

更像是在躲避。

But my mother was at my side.

但母亲在我身旁，

The midwife said she could see the baby's head,

助产士说 她能看到宝宝的头了，

but all I could feel was a ring of fire.

而我只感到有个火圈。

I turned to my mother and said, "I can't,"

我转向母亲说，“我做不到，”

but she was already pouring my grandfather's prayer in my ear.

可她已经在我耳边 念起了祖父的祷告，

(Sikh Prayer) "Tati Vao Na Lagi, Par Brahm Sarnai."

（锡克教祷告语）“Tati Vao Na Lagi, Par Brahm Saenai.”

"The hot winds cannot touch you."

“热风无法触及你。”

"You are brave," she said.

“你很勇敢，”她说，

"You are brave."

“你很勇敢。”

And suddenly I saw my grandmother standing behind my mother.

突然，我看见外婆 正站在母亲身后。

And her mother behind her.

而她的母亲站在她的身后，

And her mother behind her.

还有她的母亲在她身后，

A long line of women who had pushed through the fire before me.

很多女性都曾在我之前 通过了烈火的考验。

I took a breath;

我深呼吸，

I pushed;

用力一推，

my son was born.

我儿子出生了。

As I held him in my arms, shaking and sobbing

我把他揽在怀里， 一边发抖一边啜泣，

from the rush of oxytocin that flooded my body,

我体内涌流的催产素 使我情绪激烈，

my mother was already preparing to feed me.

我的母亲已经 准备好喂我东西吃。

Nursing her baby as I nursed mine.

当我照料我的宝贝时， 她也要照料她的宝贝。

My mother had never stopped laboring for me,

母亲从未停止过为我付出，

from my birth to my son's birth.

从我出生到我儿子出生。

She already knew what I was just beginning to name.

那些我刚开始知道的， 她早已了解。

That love is more than a rush of feeling

爱不仅是幸运时

that happens to us if we're lucky.

偶然袭来的强烈情感。

Love is sweet labor.

爱是甜蜜的分娩。

Fierce.

强烈的，

Bloody.

血腥的，

Imperfect.

不完美的，

Life-giving.

给予生命的。

A choice we make over and over again.

一个我们一而再，再而三 做出的选择。

I am an American civil rights activist

我是一个美国民权活动者，

who has labored with communities of color since September 11,

从 911 开始，就与 有色人群一起努力，

fighting unjust policies by the state and acts of hate in the street.

对抗国家不公平的政策， 和街头的仇恨行为。

And in our most painful moments,

在我们最痛苦的时刻，

in the face of the fires of injustice,

面临不公正的烈火，

I have seen labors of love deliver us.

我曾见证分娩之爱解救了我们。

My life on the frontlines of fighting hate in America has been a study

我在美国前线 对抗仇恨的经验，

in what I've come to call revolutionary love.

成了一项我所谓的 “革命之爱”的研究。

Revolutionary love is the choice to enter into labor

革命之爱， 即选择为他人而“分娩”，

for others who do not look like us,

为那些外表与我们不同的人，

for our opponents who hurt us

为那些伤害我们的敌人，

and for ourselves.

也为了我们自己。

In this era of enormous rage,

在这盛怒的时代，

when the fires are burning all around us,

我们周围烈火熊熊，

I believe that revolutionary love is the call of our times.

我相信，革命之爱 是时代的呼唤。

Now, if you cringe when people say, "Love is the answer ..."

如果当人们说“爱是答案”时,， 你开始畏缩不前。

I do, too.

我也是如此。

(Laughter)

（笑声）

I am a lawyer.

我是个律师。

(Laughter)

（笑声）

So let me show you how I came to see love as a force for social justice

那么，我想跟各位聊一聊， 我如何通过三堂课，学会了

through three lessons.

把爱视作社会正义的力量。

My first encounter with hate was in the schoolyard.

我初次遭遇仇恨， 是在校园。

I was a little girl growing up in California,

我是一个在加利福尼亚 长大的小女孩。

where my family has lived and farmed for a century.

我的家族在那里居住并 耕种了近一个世纪。

When I was told that I would go to hell because I was not Christian,

当我被告知我会下地狱， 因为我不信基督，

called a "black dog" because I was not white,

当我被称为“黑狗”， 因为我不是白人，

I ran to my grandfather's arms.

我跑到祖父的怀抱，

Papa Ji dried my tears --

他会擦干我的眼泪，

gave me the words of Guru Nanak,

引述锡克教创始人，

the founder of the Sikh faith.

那纳克大师的话，

"I see no stranger," said Nanak.

“我看见的都不是陌生人”他说，

"I see no enemy."

“我看见的都不是敌人。”

My grandfather taught me

我的祖父告诉我，

that I could choose to see all the faces I meet

我可以选择去看见 所有我遇见的人，

and wonder about them.

并对他们感到好奇。

And if I wonder about them,

而如果我对他们感到好奇，

then I will listen to their stories even when it's hard.

我就会去倾听他们的故事， 即使这很困难。

I will refuse to hate them even when they hate me.

我将不会憎恨他们， 即使他们恨我。

I will even vow to protect them when they are in harm's way.

当他们身处危机时， 我甚至会发誓保护他们。

That's what it means to be a Sikh:

那就是身为锡克教徒的意义：

S-i-k-h.

S-i-k-h（锡克教徒）。

To walk the path of a warrior saint.

追随战士信徒的路。

He told me the story of the first Sikh woman warrior,

祖父为我讲述了关于 第一位锡克教女战士的故事。

Mai Bhago.

她叫麦巴果。

The story goes there were 40 soldiers who abandoned their post

故事讲述了 在对抗帝国的伟大战役中，

during a great battle against an empire.

有 40 名士兵临阵脱逃。

They returned to a village,

他们逃到一个村落，

and this village woman turned to them and said,

一位村妇对他们说，

"You will not abandon the fight.

“你们不能弃战而逃，

You will return to the fire,

你们要回到战火中，

and I will lead you."

我会指引你们。”

She mounted a horse.

于是她骑上马，

She donned a turban.

缠上头巾，

And with sword in her hand and fire in her eyes,

执剑在手，眼中透着斗志的火焰，

she led them where no one else would.

她带领士兵到无人愿往之处，

She became the one she was waiting for.

化身她所期待之人。

"Don't abandon your posts, my dear."

“不要弃守你的岗位，亲爱的。”

My grandfather saw me as a warrior.

我的祖父把我视作一个战士。

I was a little girl in two long braids,

而我当时只是一个 扎着两条长辫子的小女孩，

but I promised.

但我做了承诺。

Fast-forward, I'm 20 years old,

时间流转，我二十岁了，

watching the Twin Towers fall,

看着世贸中心双子塔倒塌，

the horror stuck in my throat,

恐惧卡在我喉咙中，

and then a face flashes on the screen:

接着，一张面孔在屏幕上闪过，

a brown man with a turban and beard,

一个褐色皮肤的男人， 绑着头巾，留着胡子，

and I realize that our nation's new enemy looks like my grandfather.

我意识到我们国家的新敌人， 看起来就像是我的祖父。

And these turbans meant to represent our commitment to serve

这头巾的本意是 象征我们对服务的承诺，

cast us as terrorists.

却让我们被归为恐怖分子。

And Sikhs became targets of hate,

而锡克教，与穆斯林的 兄弟姐妹一起

alongside our Muslim brothers and sisters.

成为了仇恨的对象。

The first person killed in a hate crime after September 11 was a Sikh man,

911 之后，第一个在仇恨事件中 被杀害的，是一个锡克教男子，

standing in front of his gas station in Arizona.

在亚利桑那州他的加油站门口被杀。

Balbir Singh Sodhi was a family friend I called "uncle,"

伯比尔·辛格·索迪是我家的朋友， 我叫他“叔叔”。

murdered by a man who called himself "patriot."

他被一个自称 “爱国者”的人杀害。

He is the first of many to have been killed,

在他之后还有许多人被害。

but his story --

但他的故事——

our stories barely made the evening news.

我们的故事， 晚间新闻根本就不屑于播报。

I didn't know what to do,

我不知道该怎么做才好，

but I had a camera,

但我有相机，

I faced the fire.

我决定直面烈火。

I went to his widow,

我去找他的遗孀，

Joginder Kaur.

裘金德·考尔。

I wept with her, and I asked her,

我与她一起哭泣，我问她，

"What would you like to tell the people of America?"

“你希望告诉美国人什么呢？”

I was expecting blame.

我期待着她的指责。

But she looked at me and said,

但她看着我，说，

"Tell them, 'Thank you.'

“告诉他们‘谢谢’。

3,000 Americans came to my husband's memorial.

有 3000 名美国人参加了 我丈夫的追悼会，

They did not know me,

他们不认识我，

but they wept with me.

但他们和我一起哭泣，

Tell them, 'Thank you.'"

告诉他们，‘谢谢’。”

Thousands of people showed up,

数千人出席，

because unlike national news,

因为和全国新闻不同，

the local media told Balbir Uncle's story.

当地新闻就报道了 伯比尔叔叔的故事。

Stories can create the wonder

故事能够创造奇迹，

that turns strangers into sisters and brothers.

让陌生人也能 变成兄弟姐妹。

This was my first lesson in revolutionary love --

这是我关于革命之爱 学到的第一课——

that stories can help us see no stranger.

故事能帮助我们 消除彼此的陌生感。

And so ...

所以...

my camera became my sword.

我的相机成了我手中之剑，

My law degree became my shield.

我的法律学位成了我的盾牌，

My film partner became my husband.

我的摄影搭档成了我的丈夫。

(Laughter)

（笑声）

I didn't expect that.

这我倒没预料到。

And we became part of a generation of advocates

而我们成了倡导者世代的一部分，

working with communities facing their own fires.

与面对烈火考验的群体一起合作，

I worked inside of supermax prisons,

我在超高度戒备 的监狱工作过，

on the shores of Guantanamo,

见证过关塔那摩湾的海滨，

at the sites of mass shootings

大规模枪击事件现场，

when the blood was still fresh on the ground.

地上的血还是新鲜的。

And every time,

15 年来

for 15 years,

的每一天，

with every film, with every lawsuit,

通过每部影片，每次诉讼，

with every campaign,

每次活动，

I thought we were making the nation safer

我想我们都在为了下一代，

for the next generation.

让这个国家更加安全。

And then my son was born.

之后，我儿子出生了——

In a time ...

在这样一个时代...

when hate crimes against our communities

当针对我们种族的仇恨犯罪，

are at the highest they have been since 9/11.

达到了 911 事件后的最高点；

When right-wing nationalist movements are on the rise around the globe

当全球各地的右翼势力， 民族主义持续高涨，

and have captured the presidency of the United States.

且已获得美国总统的职位；

When white supremacists march in our streets,

当白人优越主义者 在我们的街道上游行示威，

torches high, hoods off.

高举火把，毫不遮掩。

And I have to reckon with the fact

我必须面对这个事实，

that my son is growing up in a country more dangerous for him

我儿子将在一个对他来说 比我当时的国家

than the one I was given.

更危险的世界长大。

And there will be moments

将会有一些时候，

when I cannot protect him

我不能保护他，

when he is seen as a terrorist ...

当他被视作恐怖分子...

just as black people in America

就像在美国的黑人，

are still seen as criminal.

仍然被视为罪犯。

Brown people, illegal.

棕色人种是非法移民。

Queer and trans people, immoral.

同性恋和变性者是不道德的。

Indigenous people, savage.

原住民是野蛮人。

Women and girls as property.

女人和女孩是资产。

And when they fail to see our bodies as some mother's child,

当他们不把我们的身体， 视作某个母亲的孩子时，

it becomes easier to ban us,

就更容易禁止我们，

detain us,

扣留我们，

deport us,

驱逐我们，

imprison us,

监禁我们，

sacrifice us for the illusion of security.

为了安全的幻影而牺牲我们。

(Applause)

（掌声）

I wanted to abandon my post.

我想要弃守岗位，

But I made a promise,

可我做了承诺，

so I returned to the gas station

所以我回到加油站，

where Balbir Singh Sodhi was killed 15 years to the day.

那里是伯比尔·辛格·索迪 15 年前被杀害的地方，

I set down a candle in the spot where he bled to death.

在他流血至死的地点， 我点了一根蜡烛。

His brother, Rana, turned to me

他的兄弟，拉纳，转向我，

and said, "Nothing has changed."

说，“什么也没有改变。”

And I asked,

我问，

"Who have we not yet tried to love?"

“还有谁我们没有尝试去爱吗？”

We decided to call the murderer in prison.

我们决定打电话给监狱里的凶手。

The phone rings.

电话响了，

My heart is beating in my ears.

我可以听见自己的心跳，

I hear the voice of Frank Roque,

我听到了法兰克·洛克的声音，

a man who once said ...

这个人曾经说...

"I'm going to go out and shoot some towel heads.

“我要出去射杀一些 包着头巾的人，

We should kill their children, too."

我们也会杀掉他们孩子。”

And every emotional impulse in me says, "I can't."

我所有涌动的情绪 都在说，“我做不到。”

It becomes an act of will to wonder.

这是对意志力的考验，

"Why?" I ask.

“为什么？”我问。

"Why did you agree to speak with us?"

“为什么你愿意和我们交谈？”

Frank says, "I'm sorry for what happened,

法兰克说，“对于发生的事， 我真的很抱歉，

but I'm also sorry for all the people killed on 9/11."

但我也对 911 所有的 受害者感到遗憾。”

He fails to take responsibility.

他拒绝承担责任，

I become angry to protect Rana,

我很生气，想保护拉纳，

but Rana is still wondering about Frank --

可是拉纳仍对法兰克感到好奇——

listening --

倾听着——

responds.

回应，

"Frank, this is the first time I'm hearing you say

“法兰克，这是第一次， 我听到你说，

that you feel sorry."

你感到抱歉。”

And Frank --

而法兰克——

Frank says, "Yes.

法兰克说，“是的，

I am sorry for what I did to your brother.

我为对你兄弟做的事感到抱歉。

One day when I go to heaven to be judged by God,

当有一天我在天堂 面临上帝的审判，

I will ask to see your brother.

我会要求见见你的兄弟。

And I will hug him.

我将拥抱他，

And I will ask him for forgiveness."

我将向他请求原谅。”

And Rana says ...

而拉纳说...

"We already forgave you."

“我们已经原谅你了。”

Forgiveness is not forgetting.

原谅不是忘却。

Forgiveness is freedom from hate.

原谅是从仇恨中解脱。

Because when we are free from hate,

因为当我们脱离仇恨，

we see the ones who hurt us not as monsters,

我们才不会把伤害 我们的人视为野兽，

but as people who themselves are wounded,

而是看作本身也受伤的人，

who themselves feel threatened,

会感到被威胁的人，

who don't know what else to do with their insecurity

他们不知道如何处理 不安全感，

but to hurt us, to pull the trigger,

只好伤害我们，扣下扳机，

or cast the vote,

投下那一票，

or pass the policy aimed at us.

或者通过针对我们的政策。

But if some of us begin to wonder about them,

但是如果我们当中一些人， 开始对他们感到好奇，

listen even to their stories,

倾听他们的故事，

we learn that participation in oppression comes at a cost.

我们会学到，迫害他人 是有代价的。

It cuts them off from their own capacity to love.

那就是失去爱的能力。

This was my second lesson in revolutionary love.

这是我学到的 关于革命之爱的第二课。

We love our opponents when we tend the wound in them.

当我们在照料对手的 伤口时，我们是在爱他们。

Tending to the wound is not healing them --

照料伤口不等于治愈它们——

only they can do that.

只有他们自己才能做到。

Just tending to it allows us

仅仅是照料，就能使我们

to see our opponents:

看见我们的对手：

the terrorist, the fanatic, the demagogue.

恐怖分子，狂热者，煽动者。

They've been radicalized by cultures and policies that we together can change.

他们被文化和政策极端化， 这是我们齐心协力能改变的。

I looked back on all of our campaigns,

我回顾了我们所有的活动，

and I realized that any time we fought bad actors,

我发现，任何时候， 当我们对抗坏的人时，

we didn't change very much.

我们没有改变很多。

But when we chose to wield our swords and shields

但当我们选择用 剑和盾

to battle bad systems,

来对抗坏的体制时，

that's when we saw change.

我们就能看见改变。

I have worked on campaigns

我曾参与过一些运动，

that released hundreds of people out of solitary confinement,

将数百人从单独监禁中解放，

reformed a corrupt police department,

改革一个腐败的警局，

changed federal hate crimes policy.

改变政府的仇恨犯罪政策。

The choice to love our opponents is moral and pragmatic,

选择去爱我们的对手 是道德且务实的，

and it opens up the previously unimaginable possibility

且能打开之前无法 想象的可能性，

of reconciliation.

和解的可能性。

But remember ...

但请记住...

it took 15 years to make that phone call.

我花了 15 年才打了那通电话。

I had to tend to my own rage and grief first.

我必须先照料自己 的怒火和悲戚。

Loving our opponents requires us to love ourselves.

爱对手需要 我们先爱自己。

Gandhi, King, Mandela --

甘地，金恩，曼德拉——

they taught a lot about how to love others and opponents.

他们教会了我们许多， 关于如何去爱他人和对手。

They didn't talk a lot about loving ourselves.

他们没有讲很多 如何爱我们自己，

This is a feminist intervention.

这是女权主义的干预行动。

(Applause)

（掌声）

Yes.

是的。

Yes.

是的。

(Applause)

（掌声）

Because for too long have women and women of color been told

因为长久以来， 女性和有色人种女性都被告诫，

to suppress their rage,

去压抑她们的怒火，

suppress their grief in the name of love and forgiveness.

压抑她们的悲痛， 以爱和宽恕之名。

But when we suppress our rage,

可是当我们压抑怒火，

that's when it hardens into hate directed outward,

它反而会强化为向外的仇恨，

but usually directed inward.

但通常是向内的。

But mothering has taught me that all of our emotions are necessary.

但作为母亲，我知道， 我们所有的情绪都是必要的。

Joy is the gift of love.

喜悦是爱的礼物，

Grief is the price of love.

悲戚是爱的代价。

Anger is the force that protects it.

愤怒是保护它的力量。

This was my third lesson in revolutionary love.

这是我关于革命之爱 学到的第三课。

We love ourselves

当我们

when we breathe through the fire of pain

在痛苦的烈焰中喘息， 并拒绝让它强化为仇恨，

and refuse to let it harden into hate.

我们就是在爱我们自己，

That's why I believe

这就是为什么我相信，

that love must be practiced in all three directions

爱需要在三个方向上进行练习，

to be revolutionary.

才能成为革命之爱。

Loving just ourselves feels good,

只爱自己，感觉很好，

but it's narcissism.

但那是自恋。

(Laughter)

（笑声）

Loving only our opponents is self-loathing.

只爱对手，是自我厌恶。

Loving only others is ineffective.

只爱他人，是没有作用的。

This is where a lot of our movements live right now.

现在我们的很多运动 都在这个范围内。

We need to practice all three forms of love.

我们应该练习 所有三种形式的爱。

And so, how do we practice it?

那么，我们该如何练习呢？

Ready?

准备好了吗？

Number one ...

第一点...

in order to love others,

若要爱他人，

see no stranger.

就不要把他们当做陌生人。

We can train our eyes to look upon strangers on the street,

我们可以训练双眼， 在街上、地铁上、

on the subway, on the screen,

屏幕上看到陌生人时，

and say in our minds,

在心里说，

"Brother,

“兄弟，

sister,

姐妹，

aunt,

阿姨，

uncle."

叔叔。”

And when we say this, what we are saying is,

当我们在说这些时， 我们实际上是在说，

"You are a part of me I do not yet know.

“你们是我尚未了解的一部分。

I choose to wonder about you.

我选择去对你感到好奇。

I will listen for your stories

我将倾听你的故事，

and pick up a sword when you are in harm's way."

假如你身处危险， 我也会拔刀相助。”

And so, number two:

第二点：

in order to love our opponents,

若要爱对手，

tend the wound.

请照料他们的伤口。

Can you see the wound in the ones who hurt you?

你是否能看到 伤你之人的伤口？

Can you wonder even about them?

你是否能对他们抱有好奇？

And if this question sends panic through your body,

如果这个问题让你感到慌乱，

then your most revolutionary act

那么你最革命性的行动，

is to wonder, listen and respond to your own needs.

就是去好奇，倾听并回应 你自己的需求。

Number three:

第三点：

in order to love ourselves,

若要爱自己，

breathe and push.

就要呼吸，并推进（push）。

When we are pushing into the fires in our bodies

当我们朝体内的烈火，

or the fires in the world,

或世间的烈火推进时，

we need to be breathing together

我们需要一起呼吸，

in order to be pushing together.

才能够一起推进。

How are you breathing each day?

你每天是怎么呼吸的？

Who are you breathing with?

你在和谁一起呼吸？

Because ...

因为...

when executive orders and news of violence hits our bodies hard,

当行政命令和暴力新闻 重击我们的肉体时，

sometimes less than a minute apart,

有时候间隔不到一分钟，

it feels like dying.

感觉就像要死了。

In those moments,

在那些时刻，

my son places his hand on my cheek and says,

我儿子会把他的手 放在我的脸颊，说

"Dance time, mommy?"

“该跳舞了，妈妈？”

And we dance.

然后我们去跳舞。

In the darkness, we breathe and we dance.

在黑暗中，我们呼吸，我们舞蹈。

Our family becomes a pocket of revolutionary love.

我们的家庭变为了 革命之爱的容器。

Our joy is an act of moral resistance.

我们的喜悦是道德抗争。

How are you protecting your joy each day?

你每天是如何守护你的喜悦呢?

Because in joy we see even darkness with new eyes.

因为在喜悦中，即使身处黑暗， 我们也能看到光亮。

And so the mother in me asks,

所以，我体内的母性本能问道，

what if this darkness is not the darkness of the tomb,

如果这黑暗， 不是坟墓的黑暗，

but the darkness of the womb?

而是子宫的黑暗呢？

What if our future is not dead,

如果我们的未来并未消亡，

but still waiting to be born?

而是等待降临呢？

What if this is our great transition?

如果这是我们伟大的过渡期呢?

Remember the wisdom of the midwife.

请牢记助产士的智慧。

"Breathe," she says.

“呼吸，”她说

And then --

然后——

"push."

“用力（push）。”

Because if we don't push, we will die.

因为如果我们不推进， 我们会死亡。

If we don't breathe, we will die.

如果我们不呼吸， 我们会死亡。

Revolutionary love requires us to breathe and push through the fire

革命之爱需要我们 带着战士的心和圣人的眼睛。

with a warrior's heart and a saint's eyes

在烈火中呼吸并推进。

so that one day ...

那么总有一天，

one day you will see my son as your own

总有一天，你会 把我的孩子当作你的孩子，

and protect him when I am not there.

保护他，即使我不在了。

You will tend to the wound in the ones who want to hurt him.

你将会照料 伤害他的人的伤口。

You will teach him how to love himself

你将会教会他如何自爱，

because you love yourself.

因为，你爱着你自己。

You will whisper in his ear,

你将会在他耳边低语，

as I whisper in yours,

如我在你耳边低语一般，

"You are brave."

“你很勇敢。”

You are brave.

你很勇敢。

Thank you.

谢谢。

（掌声）

(Applause)

（锡克教祷告语） Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa,

(Sikh Prayer) Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa,

Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh.

Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh.

(Applause)

(掌声）

(Cheering)

（欢呼）

(Applause)

（掌声）